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around the Titan Quarantine Zone. Bobdog LaGrange had been missing for three days, and the
trail Bobdog’d had his nose on wasn’t one that led anyplace good. Finally, Carter got a break. A
traffic spime on a ditchstop spur of the M-4 had gotten a facial match on Bobdog, looking drugged
in the back of a car.
He’d traced the car to a saloon at the end of the spur road and called in a favor from Sage Kim,
Captain of the Elysium Rangers, to ride shotgun while he checked it out. She wasn’t Firewall, but
Jake figured she wouldn’t be seeing anything too crazy on what oughta be a simple rescue mission.
Kim knew him as Jae Park, terraforming worker and sometime-smuggler, and he meant to keep it
that way for now.
Kim’s big gray Ranger flier circled the wide hollow at the end of the lonely highway once, then
touched down near a dozen other vehicles, landing lights briefly illuminating the rusty Martian soil.
The flier looked like the very mean lovechild of a large jeep and a fanjet VTOL plane. The front
doors swung up, and Kim, Park, and a baboon hopped out, boots crunching on frost. Another
baboon, masked against the thin atmosphere, pulled shut the doors and hopped to the front
window of the flier, watching as the trio made their way across the landing lot.
“Cold enough to make dry ice tonight,” Kim said.
“CO2 doesn’t freeze in the Labyrinth anymore, lady.”
“Feels like it could tonight,” she said, “Let’s get inside.”
Even in the relative shelter of Noctis Labyrinthus, the canyon walls didn’t do much to stop the
wind screaming across the Tharsis Plateau that night. They leaned in to the gusts, making a beeline
from the prowler across the lot toward a lone building.
Both wore heavy boots, clothes made from drab fabric that looked like denim but acted like
kevlar, well-worn sidearms, and rebreathers under dark balaklavas. Kim’s kit loosely followed the
regulation uniform of the Tharsis League Rangers (which was how most rangers followed uniform
regs—loosely). Both were Asian phenotypes with ruddy skin—rusters.
The baboon followed in the woman’s steps, stopping occasionally to scan the roof and windows
of the building. Cape baboons weren’t the prettiest creatures to begin with, but with goggles and a
full breather covering the muzzle, the big male—she called it Smoke—looked damned scary.
The building was stacked together from twenty or thirty boxy green shipping containers. The
place was only dimly lit in realspace, but in augmented reality a big neon sign flickered over the
buidling’s watchtower. It read, “Destino Verde.”
“Thanks for helping me come after Bobdog,” he said.
“If Bobdog didn’t feed me tips nice and regular, I’d have put his ass away long ago,” she said,
“He’s an idiot.”
“Ain’t gonna argue.”
“And the less I know about what’s actually going on here, Park, the better.”
“Crystal.” He clicked off the safety on his piece, heard the whine of magnetic rails going hot as
she did the same. “Get your game face on, Captain.”
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“You’ve never seen it off.” An AR graphic of a himself on his elbows and leaned on the bar like he
badge—the Ranger star with the Chinese charac- was studying the beer taps, but his attention was
ters for “justice” at its center—dissolved in over the on the little video window in the corner of his field
lapel of her duster as she pulled open the building’s of vision. Big blond guy and a stolid Japanese kid,
outer door. both sipping their drinks slow and showing Yakuza
There was a gust of warm air. The place didn’t have nanotats. The blond guy was looking his way; his
a proper airlock, just a couple of counterweighted friend kept glancing at Kim.
pressure doors. Cheap to maintain, and good for us, [Some heavy citizens,] he messaged. He glanced
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its cigarette and take a satisfied drag, smiling She glanced toward the pair of yakuza. Through
to show huge canines. Whoever said smart Kim’s video feed, he saw the young-looking one
baboons couldn’t grok human insouciance was nod to her. “Why don’t you and your friend try in
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dead wrong, but Park also noticed the baboon back?” She pointed to a hallway to her left marked,
had one hand on its shock baton. “EMPLOYEES ONLY.”
The pod stood there a minute, palms planted He abandoned the remaining beer. “Thanks,
on the bar, attempting to stare down the darlin’.” He turned to Kim and nodded toward the
ranger. Kim ignored the girl completely, slowly hallway, and the two of them headed back. Smoke
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walking around the table, sizing up the other stayed perched on its table, eyeing the two yakuza.
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customers along the way, until she’d done a The back room opened up into four cargo
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full circle, whereon she kicked out a chair and containers whose innermost sides, bottoms, and
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planted herself, one boot up on the table. [Only tops had been cutting away, forming a big, mostly
ones who might be trouble are the pair closest to the open space. At the back of it was a counter, and
back,] she messaged. behind the counter was a tall stack of cases, drawers,
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Park didn’t need to look their way; he was cabinets, and hanging nets full of herbs, animal parts,
getting video from Kim in his tacs. He propped and medicines in old-fashioned glass and plastic
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containers. The old guy behind the counter looked [Triads won’t touch it,] he messaged, [They think
Japanese, but the labels on all of the containers and it’s a cultural embarrassment, if you can believe. But
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“Those’re illegal, terraform-wallah,” Kim said. and a blast of plasma to vaporize whatever was
He looked up for a second. “So’s shootin’ technical in it and then vaporize it some more. Next to that
old yak pharmacists for calling Koreans names.” was a bio-containment chamber: a wide, white-lit,
“I like monkeys and garlic. He messed with both in glass-fronted enclosure about five meters wide and
one breath. He needed killin’.” She looked none too three deep. There were three figures—or rather two
penitent. figures,and a … thing—secured to the back wall of
“Arright,” Park said, “This one ain’t following us. the enclosure with a multitude of heavy straps and
Now let’s see what all else they got hidden in here.” room for two more.
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He picked up Bobdog again; the neo-gibbon pointed One was Bobdog’s morph, a tall bonobo with
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toward the bear cages. dreadlocks. It was horribly emaciated but still
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She stayed put as he headed for the bears. “You’re breathing. Tumescent lumps studded its waist. The
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kidding, right Park? We should go. Now. I’ll come second figure was human, probably a ruster, but its
back later with a tac squad and clean this place out.” skin had gone dead, nearly translucent white. Around
“They didn’t seem too afraid of cops. Whose juris- its midsection writhed a double ring of stumpy tenta-
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humanoid shape. The legs had fused into a barrel the schematic they built up on their flyover was any
of muscle ending in a wet surface like the belly of a good, it lead to an exit.
gastropod, and the head and arms had disappeared Kim checked the back hall for herself, then asked,
into the trunk of the body. The tentacles on this one “I really need some answers about what’s going on in
were more active but similarly stumpy and scarred; here, Park.”
looked like its keepers’d been trimming them back as Park started pulling on a clean suit. “You ain’t seen
they grew. enough illegal activity yet?”
Kim sucked in a breath. “Damn it, Park, I don’t “Human trafficking, animal cruelty, assaulting
know why I do favors for you. You get me into the a ranger, possession of a biohazardous substance,
weirdest shit. Is that radioactive?” possession of TITAN relics … Yeah, sure, I can throw
Park looked at the exsurgent. “No. And ain’t your the book at that old man if I pop his stack and take
job patrolling a zombie graveyard for robot monsters?” it in.”
“That’s got nothing on the kind of stuff happens “Doubt it.” Jake buckled on the boots and started
every time I go on one of these runs with you. And checking the seals. “Bet you his stack’s wiped. He’s
this takes the cake. What the hell is this?” the type’ll have a dead switch on a throwaway body
“Stuff nobody oughta see.” He edged up to the door like that. Or he wasn’t that important.”
and opened it, “Should be safe enough behind an “Then so it goes,” Kim said, “But whatever’s going
enclosure like that, though.” He went inside, and she on here, it’s the low end of the food chain.”
followed, Smoke in tow. Jake sealed the helmet and ran the clean suit’s diag-
“I hope you’re right. What kind of operation you nostics. [Probably true. I figure they’re working on a way to
think this is? They’re not cooking up tabs of hither in infect more people. Can you do a visual inspection on the
a setup like this.” seals on this suit?]
Park said, “Trying to improve on bear bile, you [OK.] She went behind him, checking seals, then
want my guess. Mind watchin’ the door, Captain?” came around and gave him a thumbs up. [You think
He put Bobdog down on a lab table. <Maintaining?> someone’s trying to weaponize it?]
he signed. He dragged the storage cylinders into the airlock
Bobdog pointed at his morph, signed, <Fork of me. with him. Frost came away where his gloves touched
Infected. Kill it.> them; they were self-refrigerating. [Maybe. Gotta look
<You got it,> he signed, but this was a bad scene. for the big fish now.]
The Bobdog strapped to the wall was pretty far Bobdog’s clone tried to look up at him as he cycled
gone and infected with something; if he had a stack, the lock and entered the enclosure. He looked away;
better to destroy it. But he couldn’t be too sure about he couldn’t meet the neo-primate’s eyes. He suction
the Bobdog he’d been carrying around the last few cupped an incendiary charge to the window in front
minutes, either. When he got out of here, their first of Bobdog, then in front of the human. Finally, he set
stop would be a genehacker kettle in the tablelands one up in front of the whipper, giving it a wide berth.
about twenty klicks north. He had a friend who could He squirted scrapper’s gel on the storage cylinders.
give them a clean bill of health … or not. Park tried He stepped away as the gel burned through and blood
not to think about the “not.” began oozing from the cylinders. Three incendiaries
He tapped at the window separating the room. would be plenty in a chamber this size.
“Hab window glass. Ideal.” There was an airlock When he glanced out, Kim was smoking, too. He’d
with a decontamination shower leading into the thought the cigs were just for the monkey. [Shit, Park.
enclosure and a few clean suits on a rack. The We can’t help him?]
set up was basic but looked like it’d work. He cycled the airlock. The chemicals from a decon-
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“Ideal for what?” Kim asked. tamination shower hissed off the suit before the outer
He walked once around the enclosure, esti- door opened. [You want to try? You know TQZ containment
mating its strength. “Blast containment.” procedure.]
He started poking around, found a worksta- Park got out of the suit, letting the pieces drop to
tion with a rack of tiny quantum computers the floor, and found the atmosphere controls for the
next to some of the lab equipment. [GiGi,] he bio-containment enclosure. He adjusted the mix to
asked his muse, [Can you get into this?] hypersaturate the chamber with oxygen.
[Mais oui,] the AI messaged, and started “What now?” Kim asked.
throwing exploits at it. “I’ll be done here in a few. We burn the stuff in there
The baboon was having another cigarette. so it doesn’t infect anybody else, and after that you
Thank goodness for bad habits, Park thought. can do whatever cop stuff you want to this bar.” The
There was another door leading farther back. If exsurgent in the enclosure had grown restive in the
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oxygen-rich chamber; it squirmed and whipped its stubby tentacles around. He sealed the
oxygen line to the chamber; didn’t want too big an explosion.
Kim said, “I still want more answers. They got infected by a TITAN virus, I take it?”
GiGi reported her intrusion complete. He spread out an AR window on the lab table next
to Bobdog and showed her. “Thing farthest left we call a whipper,” he said as he scanned the
text, “Used to be a person; ain’t anymore.”
The chemical and biological data was mostly over his head, but what they were doing with
it wasn’t too hard to suss out. The yakuza were intentionally creating exsurgents, milking
them for bile and other fluids, then shipping the goop somewhere for processing.
“Who’s ‘we,’ Park?”
“Huh?” He stopped reading.
“You said, ‘What we call it.’ Who’s ‘we?’ Are you a fucking Oversight spook or something?”
Park laughed, “Nah. I work for the good guys. Least, that’s what I think most days. I was
kinda hoping you’d sign up.”
GiGi messaged, [J’ai tous les données,] into the AR window.
She raised an eyebrow. “Your muse speaks … is that French?”
He grinned, closed the AR window, picked up Bobdog, and made for the door. “What? It’s
sexy. She’s got all the data. C’mon, I can explain the rest when we’re safe in the air.”
They put a breathing mask on Bobdog, wrapped him in a heavy blanket, and walked right
out the front door. The yak in the cage cursed at them as they passed, but they let him be. The
pleasure pod bartender and bar patrons had fled the front of the bar, so they weren’t around
to hear the muffled explosion from far back in the maze of shipping containers. The camera
Park had left in the room showed that the containment unit held; inside was nothing but ash.
Kim’s prowler touched down, Gloria peering at them out the front windows. Park wasn’t
sure whether a yakuza cleanup crew or Kim’s ranger buddies would get there first, but in
the scheme of things, that wasn’t so important. They were in the air, and headed for the hills.
Part 1 of 3; To Be Continued…
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