Luke – Friday: 6 Days to Plague Day
It was shitty up here. The rain had come in early this morning and joined with the mountains to form a barrier of grey. Luke had never felt so out of touch or so isolated. There were many things he hated. He had a list, somewhere, but not many of them compared to being in this crappy, nothing town, surrounded by people too simple to care if they lived or died.
The ground was soft underfoot and he kept meeting huge patches of heather and bramble that sent him off on one pointless diversion after another. It should be simple. The map made it look very simple, but he was deciding maps were something he should have had a hand in. They were so deliciously deceptive and annoying.
He’d thrown his away a few miles back. His nose was taking him where he needed to go. He was discovering he had some other advantages not shared by the people here. His sense of smell seemed to be considerably better than most. He’d realised when he got confused about how the army expected to keep a secret base up here when you could smell the oil and refuse miles away.
Alex hadn’t been able to smell it. To give him his due, he hadn’t been able to do much of anything. He was still recovering from the loss of his hands, which was a good thing. The more shaken up he was by it, the less likely he was to run away, or cause some other problem Luke could do without.
He crested a hill and looked down into the valley. It was, in a vaguely annoying way, quite pretty here. The heather glowed pink when the right light hit it and the rolling hills and crags were pleasant enough. Seeing it from a helicopter or maybe in a vision, would be alright. Being here was another story.
In the bottom of the valley sprawled the base and he settled himself against a rock, nodding contentedly. Who needed maps? He examined it, focusing until he could pick out the details. His eyesight seemed to be better as well.
It was a walled base and the wall was made of dark stone and covered in moss. It had been here a while and the barbed wire along the top was black with rust. The front gate looked a little newer. It bore recent evidence of attempts to clean it up and as it opened now, it rolled smoothly on oiled runners.
Within, two long low buildings met in a right angle and at the end of one stood a taller building bearing a tower. Beyond them were a variety of vehicles, including troop carriers and camouflaged jeeps. It all looked entirely innocent and peaceful.
Luke watched for a while. He had no plan yet. In fact, he had no idea whatsoever of how he intended to get the formula and the test tube back. His initial thought had been to send Alex in to complain. It would, in all likelihood, fail, but would at the least be amusing. But his recent concerns regarding his possibly impending mortality had put paid to that. Anything that drew attention to him was a bad idea.
He needed to get in quietly and subtly and without giving away even a hint of what he was doing there. He could steal a uniform and go undercover. That was tempting. So tempting that he set off over the brow of the hill toward the base. He was scrambling down the slope when he heard the thwump of helicopter rotors. He dashed back up to a rock he’d passed a minute earlier and crouched beside it.
Seconds later, the helicopter hammered over head toward the base. He had about two seconds to register the fact that the dull grey paint bore no insignia or markings, before something left the helicopter, travelling at speed toward the base and trailing a smoke line behind it. Seconds later, it struck the top of the tower and tore it apart.
The explosion was loud enough to make his ears pop and he winced, crouching lower still. A second rocket followed the first and the roof of one of the low buildings collapsed, showering the rest of the base in smoke and debris. A third rocket hit the wall and it crumbled, leaving a man sized hole into the base.
Luke scrambled down the hill. He had his way in now. Whatever the hell was going on, this was too good an opportunity to miss. The helicopter flew low over the base and the sound of automatic gunfire drifted up to him. It was chased by screaming and the gruff sounds of men shouting. Luke smiled. Even when they were being fire at, some people were still concerned about appearing masculine and manly. Of all the sins he’d found it easiest to exploit, that was at the top of the list.
The roar of engines brought him to another stop. A set of trucks were bulling their way down the road. They looked aggressive with massive tires and dark grey paint jobs. And as they pulled to a stop before the base, the men who poured from the back of three of them looked equally business-like.
They approached the hole that had been blown open in the wall and were met with gunfire. Luke was about to set off when he paused. This was a secret base, yet someone knew about it and was now attacking it. What were the chances they were after the same thing as him?
This gave him a choice. He could race down there, fight his way through the hordes, search the base to find what he needed and escape, alone, over open ground. With a helicopter and some outstandingly aggressive looking men chasing him. Or he could change the game plan and see what happened. He clambered a little way back up the slope and settled down next to another of the huge rocks that thrust brutally into the grey sky.
The shooting was constant now as both sides poured bullets through the hole. It didn’t last long. One of the trucks drove up to the wall and reversed across the hole. The sound of the bullets striking the edge of the van was torturous to his ears and he was several hundred feet above them. It appeared to make no different to the grey-uniformed attackers though.
They gathered around the van before two of them slipped beneath it, between the two sets of huge wheels. A few minutes later they emerged. By this time, the gate had opened, spewing more soldiers out into the Yorkshire countryside. They set up barricades over the road and were firing on the invaders from the other direction.
The men in grey were supremely calm and Luke couldn’t help admiring them. They had to be being guided from somewhere, because they acted in unison, with no hesitation or doubt. It was like watching demons harvest. They settled in behind another of the trucks and took turns firing at the men behind the barricade. There was no urgency to their movements but one by one the defenders were picked off.
The van parked before the hole in the wall pulled away and the soldiers behind it were momentarily exposed. The attackers unleashed a rain of gunfire that sent two of them sprawling, blood blossoming from wounds all over their bodies. Luke rubbed his hands together. He’d forgotten how much fun it was to just sit back and watch the chaos.
Through some coincidence, all the firing stopped at the same moment and into the silence came a shout that carried up to where he sat.
‘Retreat, get back.’
Then the wall exploded. It didn’t so much explode as shatter. Whatever charges the men had placed while hiding beneath the van were monstrous. Shards of brick hurtled in every direction and proved successful where the bullets hadn’t. The men running back to their building were caught in the open and received a thousand tiny wounds across their backs and heads.
For some, it was enough to kill and they went flying as the punch of the explosion caught them. Other weren’t hurt badly by the debris, but the explosion itself tossed them across the base. Luke imagined the sounds of bones snapping and people screaming. He had to imagine it because, for a moment, the explosion had done for his hearing. He looked down on a scene covered in white and grey smoke and imagined himself back in the times before, when all the earth looked like this all the time.
Happy days.
The attackers were moving, streaming through the hole in the wall and finishing off the hapless defenders. Within a few minutes the base was quiet and the grey-clad soldiers went through it with impressive efficiency. It took them fifteen minutes, but before long, three of them emerged from the base of the tower carrying files and something in a small box.
Luke knew what it was, even before he noticed that the man carrying it walked as though he were trying to balance a drink on his head. He didn’t stop and the others fell in around him, far more tense now than they had been on entry. He walked through the colossal hole in the wall and straight to one of the trucks.
The one he stopped at wasn’t made for carrying people. It bore a cylinder on its flatbed with a variety of nozzles and pipes veering off. A man climbed down from the cab and fussed around the back of the cylinder. He took the box from the soldier and opened it.
For a brief moment, the soldiers were vulnerable, every eye on the man with the box. If he had ten well-trained soldiers, Luke could have killed every one of them.
The man lifted the test tube from the box and slipped it straight into a hole on the side of the cylinder. Luke imagined he could hear the sighs of relief as the hole sealed and every man down there relaxed. He blinked and stood abruptly, then dropped again, face flushed.
They were about to leave, taking the plague and everything to do with it away. He’d been so engrossed watching them at work he’d let them get this far. Swearing under his breath, he began a sort of sliding run down the side of the valley. He didn’t need to get too close, assuming this power had come with him along with the rest.
The sweat dripped down his back as the first of the trucks pulled away, laden down with soldiers. The blood on their hands clearly didn’t bother them as they chatted quietly and jumped into the trucks.
Luke stood straight up and ran, praying they didn’t see him. He picked up speed, his legs only just keeping up with gravity and he wasn’t able to stop himself before colliding with the wall of the base. He slammed into the rock and swore as his knee collided with the stone.
Gnawing on his lip to block out the pain, he closed his eyes and focused on the final truck as it drove away. He caught the mind of the man in the back and saw the streets of London right at the surface. There were glass buildings and traffic lights and plenty of cars. He focused harder. There had to be something he knew. The movie in the soldier’s head played a little further and panned up to a sign he recognised.
Then the truck drove out of range and Luke slumped down against the wall, fists clenched and head shaking.
Next installment Monday 29th September
