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.The last few vampire bites had not been just of Mike's helmet."What… what do we do?" asked Susan.She turned to me, pointedly not looking at her dead husband."I'm sorry," I said.I really meant it, particularly since it was my slackness that had let the vamp finish him off.Mike was an idiot but he didn't deserve to die, and I could have saved him."But he's got to be dealt with the same way as the vampires now.Then you and Karl have to go down and clean out the rest.Otherwise they'll kill you too."It usually helps to state the situation clearly.Stave off the shock with the need to do something life-saving.Adrenalin focuses the mind wonderfully.Susan looked away for a couple of seconds.I thought she might vomit, but I'd underestimated her again.She turned back, and still holding her pistol in her right hand, reached into a thigh pocket and pulled out a Quick-Flame™."I should be the one to do it," she said.Karl stepped back as she thumbed the Quick-Flame™ and dropped it on the corpse.The little cube deliquesced into a jelly film that spread over the torso of what had once been a man.Then, as it splashed on the floor, it woofed alight, burning blue.Susan watched the fire.I couldn't see much of her face, but from what I could see, I thought she'd be OK for about an hour before the shock knocked her off her feet.Provided she got on with the job as soon as possible."You'd better get going," I said."If this one was already up here, the others might be out and about.Don't get ahead of your flares.""Right," muttered Karl.He took another flare from a belt pouch."Ready, Susan?""Yes."Karl tossed the flare down the stairs.They both waited to see the glow of its light come back up, then Karl edged in, working the angle, his pistol ready.He fired almost immediately, two double taps, followed by the sound of a vamp falling back down the stairs."Put two more in," I called out, but Karl was already firing again."And stake it before you go past!" I added as they both disappeared down the stair.As soon as they were gone, I checked the smouldering remains of Mike.Quick-Flame™ cubes are all very well, but they don't always burn everything and if there's a critical mass of organic material left then the vamp nanos can build a new one.A little, slow one, but little slow ones can grow up.I doubted there'd been enough exchange of blood to get full infestation, but it's better to be sure, so I took out the splinter again and waved it over the fragments that were left.The sound of rapid gunshots began to echo up from below as I took off my T-shirt and tucked it in the back of my board shorts.The Tau cross on my chest was already glowing softly with a silver light, the smart matter under the scars energizing as it detected vamp activity close by.I couldn't see the one on my back, but it would be doing the same thing.Together they were supposed to generate a field that repulsed the vampires and slowed them down if they got close, but it really only worked on the original versions.The latter-day generations of vampires were such bad copies that a lot of the original tech built to deter them simply missed the mark.Fortunately, being bad copies, the newer vampires were weaker, slower, less intelligent and untrained.I took the main stairs up to the fourth floor.The Ancient Vampire would already know I was coming so there was no point skulking up the elevator shaft or the outside drain.Like its broodmates, it had been bred to be a perfect soldier at various levels of conflict, from the nanonic frontline where it tried to replicate itself in its enemies to the gross physical contest of actually duking it out.Back in the old days it might have had some distance weapons as well, but if there was one thing we'd managed right in the original mission it was taking out the vamp weapons caches and resupply nodes.We did a lot of things right in the original mission.We succeeded rather too well, or at least so we thought at the time.If the victory hadn't been so much faster than anticipated, the boss would never have had those years to fall in love with humans and then work out his crazy scheme to become their living god.Not so crazy perhaps, since it kind of worked, even after I tried to do my duty and stop him.In a half-hearted way, I suppose, because he was team leader and all that.But he was going totally against regulations.I reported it and I got the order, and the rest, as they say, is history…Using the splinter always reminds me of him, and the old days.There's probably enough smart matter in the wood, encasing his DNA and his last download to bring him back complete, if and when I ever finish this assignment and can signal for pickup.Though a court would probably confirm HQ's original order and he'd be slowed into something close to a full stop anyway.But my mission won't be over till the last vamp is burned to ash, and this infested Earth can be truly proclaimed clean.Which is likely to be a long, long time, and I remind myself that daydreaming about the old days is not going to help take out the Ancient Vampire ahead of me, let alone the many more in the world beyond.I took out the splinter and the silver knife and slung my Pan-Am bag so it was comfortable, and got serious.I heard the Ancient moving around as I stepped into what was once the outer office.The big pot was surrounded by soil and there were dirty footprints up the wall, but I didn't need to see them to know to look up.The Vamps have a desire to dominate the high ground heavily programmed into them.They always go for the ceiling, up trees, up towers, up lamp-posts.This one was spread-eagled on the ceiling, gripping with its foreleg and trailing leg filaments as well as the hooks on what humans thought were fingers and toes.It was pretty big as Vamps go, perhaps nine feet long and weighing in at around 200 pounds.The ultra-thin waist gave away its insectoid heritage, almost as much as a real close look at its mouth would.Not that you would want a real close look at a Vamp's mouth.It squealed when I came in and it caught the Tau emissions.The squeal was basically an ultrasonic alarm oscillating through several wavelengths.The cops outside would hear it as an unearthly scream, when in fact it was more along the lines of a distress call and emergency rally beacon.If any of its brood survived down below, they'd drop whatever they might be doing-or chewing-and rush on up.The squeal was standard operating procedure, straight out of the manual.It followed up with more orthodox stuff, dropping straight on to me.I flipped on my back and struck with the splinter, but the Vamp managed to flip itself in mid-air and bounce off the wall, coming to a stop in the far corner.It was fast, faster than any Vamp I'd seen for a long time.I'd scratched it with the splinter, but no more than that.There was a line of silver across the dark red chitin of its chest, where the transferred smart matter was leeching the vampire's internal electrical potential to build a bomb, but it would take at least five seconds to do that, which was way too long.I leapt and struck again and we conducted a kind of crazy ballet across the four walls, the ceiling and the floor of the room.Anyone watching would have got motion sickness or eyeball fatigue, trying to catch blurs of movement.At 2.350 seconds in, it got a forearm around my left elbow and gave it a good hard pull, dislocating my arm at the shoulder.I knew then it really was ancient, and had retained the programming needed to fight me.My joints have always been a weak point.It hurt.A lot, and it kept on hurting through several microseconds as the Vamp tried to actually pull my arm off and at the same time twist itself around to start chewing on my leg [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]