Han swallowed and said, 'Soldiers.'
'What?'
'Soldiers,' Han said.
Through his mouthful of burger, the lieutenant said, 'He wants to know what happened to the soldiers. Right?'
Han nodded.
'Beats the shit out of me,' Davis said. 'Maybe their air support showed up and bombed the fucker to hell. Maybe they evac'd out of there.'
'But that isn't what you think,' the lieutenant said. 'You think it got them.'
'Yes sir,' Davis said. 'The minute it was free of me, I think it had those poor bastards for lunch.'
'It seems a bit much to hope otherwise, doesn't it?'
'Yes sir, it does.'
When the lieutenant opted for another bite of his sandwich, Davis said, 'Well?'
The lieutenant answered by lifting his eyebrows. Han switched from McNuggets to fries.
'As I see it,' Davis began. He stopped, paused, started again. 'We know that the thing fucked with us in Fallujah, linked up with us. So far, this situation has only worked to our disadvantage: whenever one of us is in sufficient discomfort, the connection activates and dumps us behind the thing's eyes for somewhere in the vicinity of three to five minutes. With all due respect to Lee, this has not been beneficial to anyone's mental health.
'But what if-suppose we could duplicate what happened to me? Not just once, but over and over-even if only for ten or fifteen seconds at a time-interfere with whatever it's doing, seriously fuck with it.'
'Then what?' the lieutenant said. 'We're a thorn in its side. So?'
'Sir,' Davis said, 'those soldiers hit it. Okay, yes, their fire wasn't any more effective than ours was, but I'm willing to bet their percentages were significantly higher. That's what me being on board in an-enhanced way did to the thing. We wouldn't be a thorn-we'd be the Goddamned bayonet Han jammed in its ribs.
'Not that we should wait for someone else to take it down. I'm proposing something more ambitious.'
'All right.'
'If we can disrupt the thing's routine-especially if we cut into its feeding-it won't take very long for it to want to find us. Assuming the second part of my experience-the thing has a look through our eyes-if that happens again, we can arrange it so that we let it know where we're going to be. We pick a location with a clearing where the thing can land and surrounding tree cover where we can wait to ambush it. Before any of us goes to ruin the thing's day, he puts pictures, maps, satellite photos of the spot on display, so that when the thing's staring out of his eyes, that's what it sees. If the same images keep showing up in front of it, it should get the point.'
The lieutenant took the rest of his meal to reply. Han offered no comment. When the lieutenant had settled into his chair after tilting his tray into the garbage and stacking it on top of the can, he said, 'I don't know, Davis. There are an awful lot more ifs than I prefer to hear in a plan.
If we can access the thing the same way you did; if that wasn't a fluke. If the thing does the reverse-vision stuff; if it understands what we're showing it. If we can find a way to kill it.' He shook his head.
'Granted,' Davis said, 'there's a lot we'd have to figure out, not least how to put it down and keep it down. I have some ideas about that, but nothing developed. It would be nice if we could control our connection to the thing, too. I'm wondering if what activates the jump is some chemical our bodies are releasing when we're under stress-maybe adrenaline. If we had access to a supply of adrenaline, we could experiment with doses-'
'You're really serious about this.'
'What's the alternative?' Davis said. 'Lee isn't the only one whose life is fucked, is he? How many more operations are you scheduled for, Han? Four? Five?'
'Four,' Han said.
'And how're things in the meantime?'
Han did not answer.
'What about you, sir?' Davis said. 'Oh sure, your wife and kids stuck around, but how do they act after you've had one of your fits, or spells, or whatever the fuck you call them? Do they rush right up to give Daddy a hug, or do they keep away from you, in case you might do something even worse? Weren't you coaching your son's soccer team? How's that working out for you? I bet it's a lot of fun every time the ref makes a lousy call.'
'Enough, Davis.'
'It isn't as if I'm in any better shape. I have to make sure I remember to swallow a couple of tranquilizers before I go to work so I don't collapse in the middle of trying to help some customer load his fertilizer into his car. Okay, Rochelle had dumped me while I was away, but let me tell you how the dating scene is for a vet who's prone to seizures should things get a little too exciting. As for returning to college, earning my BS-maybe if I could have stopped worrying about how Goddamned exposed I was walking from building to building, I could've focused on some of what the professors were saying and not fucking had to withdraw.
'This isn't the magic bullet,' Davis said. 'It isn't going to make all the bad things go away. It's…it is what it fucking is.'
'All right,' the lieutenant said. 'I'm listening. Han-you listening?'
'Listening,' Han said.
X
4:11am
'So where do you think it came from?' Lee said.
'What do you mean?' Davis said. 'We know where it comes from.'
'No,' Lee said, 'I mean, before.'
'Its secret origin,' the lieutenant said.
'Yeah,' Lee said.
'How should I know?' Davis said.
'You're the man with the plan,' Lee said. 'Mr. Idea.'
The lieutenant said, 'I take it you have a theory, Lee.'
Lee glanced at the heap of coals that had been the fire. 'Nah, not really.'
'That sounds like a yes to me,' the lieutenant said.
'Yeah,' Han said.
'Come on,' Davis said. 'What do you think?'
'Well,' Lee said, then broke off, laughing. 'No, no.'
'Talk!' Davis said.
'You tell us your theory,' the lieutenant said, 'I'll tell you mine.'
'Okay, okay,' Lee said, laughing. 'All right. The way I see it, this vampire is like, the advance for an invasion. It flies around in its pod, looking for suitable planets, and when it finds one, it parks itself above the surface, calls its buddies, and waits for them to arrive.'
'Not bad,' the lieutenant said.
'Hang on,' Davis said. 'What does it do for blood while it's Boldly Going Where No Vampire Has Gone Before?'
'I don't know,' Lee said. 'Maybe it has some stored in its coffin.'
'That's an awful lot of blood,' Davis said.
'Even in MRE form,' the lieutenant said.
'Maybe it has something in the coffin that makes blood for it.'
'Then why would it leave to go hunting?' Davis said.
'It's in suspended animation,' Lee said. 'That's it. It doesn't wake up till it's arrived at a habitable planet.'
'How does it know it's located one?' Davis said.
'Obviously,' the lieutenant said, 'the coffin's equipped with some sophisticated tech.'
'Thank you, sir,' Lee said.
'Not at all,' the lieutenant said.
'I don't know,' Davis said.
'What do you know?' Lee said.
'I told you-'
'Be real,' Lee said. 'You're telling me you haven't given five minutes to wondering how the vampire got to where it is?'
'I-'
'Yeah,' Han said.
'I'm more concerned with the thing's future than I am with its past,' Davis said, 'but yes, I have wondered about where it came from. There's a lot of science I don't know, but I'm not sure about an alien being able to survive on human blood-about an alien needing human blood. It could be, I guess; it just seems a bit of a stretch.'
'You're saying it came from here,' the lieutenant said.
'That's bullshit,' Lee said.
'Why shouldn't it?' Davis said. 'There's been life on Earth for something like three point seven
billion years. Are you telling me this couldn't have developed?'
'Your logic's shaky,' the lieutenant said. 'Just because something hasn't been disproved doesn't mean it's true.'
