The Expanding Universe 4 by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2018-09-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Tornahdo had once been so bored he'd counted all the holes in a ceiling tile, then the number of tiles to calculate total holes. Resting on his back now, he aimed a gun finger at the seamless ceiling and pulled the trigger.

When a knock sounded, he was off the bunk and across the room so fast the echo of the first rap hadn't faded.

The woman from yesterday stood there. "Eager?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. We've got a situation."

***

In the armory, Tornahdo and eleven others donned black Ghost Corps body armor and helmets and followed the woman into the next chamber. There, she left them with instructions to await a briefing.

The teamwork in the regular army had no place here. Isolation was the point of being a ghost. After his run-in with Ravenstongue, Tornahdo had less reason to interact.

The unlit room where they waited closed in as if the walls pulled together and the ceiling sank. The longer they waited, the thicker the air. Warm, heavy with sweat and the tart bite of fear, every breath choked the senses.

More than one ghost pulled at his collar. Tension arced through the room, lightning skating over a metal fence.

Was the chip even working?

After half an hour of waiting, no one had spoken.

Probably another test.

Tornahdo, for one, wasn't failing it.

The door opened, bringing a shock of icy air.

They all knew they were being sent to die. They were ghosts. That's what ghosts did. They hammered at Ultras until they perma-killed them or they kept Ultras busy until others escaped. But at least they were getting to breathe first.

In walked a person close to seven Terran feet. Silhouette looked male. Tall enough to be an Ultra. He strode into the center of the room and beckoned everyone closer.

No clue who hid behind the full-body fake-face. It cycled through various images, too fast to keep up. Like trying to count air bubbles rising in a pool.

Remaining at the back, Tornahdo stood at ease.

"This is the best day in human recollection." Speaking through a voice changer, the voice took on genderless robotic tones. "Today, we make history."

If it was such a good day, why hide behind a fake-face and a voice changer?

The chip in Tornahdo's head pinged a stinging reminder to avoid such thoughts. He reined in his doubt and focused.

"This mission is called Lights Out. Your duty is simple. Chancellor Pietas is unconscious. You'll put him in a lifepod. That's it." The guy paused. "Questions?"

A tall ghost removed his helmet. "How can Ultras be unconscious?"

"The peace talks were a trap. When he and the Council arrived, we told them we'd jettison their module unless they entered their lifepods, which they did. Except Pietas, of course, so we siphoned the air out of the room. Before you go in, you'll hyperventilate, store up oxygen. This room is being pumped full at a high rate. Your chip will aid you."

Ultras held their breath ten times longer than humans. Tornahdo had trained to hold his five times longer. Pietas probably managed fifteen or twenty times.

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