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The Zenda Vendetta (TimeWars 4)

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Reluctantly, Lauengram handed him his pistol.

“Where is Heotzau now?” said Michael.

“In your chamber right below us,” Lauengram said.

“And the others?”

“Krafttein and Detchard are with the king. De Gautet keeps watch for Hentzau in the main hall. As for the countess, she has not arrived as yet.”

“Then she shall have a nice surprise when she comes to join us,” Michael said. He squared his shoulders, drawing himself up, and walked past Lauengram into the corridor.

Lucas moved slowly down the stairs, wishing that he could risk using a light. He moved in almost total darkness arid the hairs prickled on the back of his neck. He kept dose to the wall, feeling his way along, moving one careful step at a time. He had almost reached the upper floor when the stone stairs beneath him simply stopped. He flailed for balance and almost fell into the yawning darkness beneath him. He caught his breath, backed up a step and took a small flashlight out of a pouch upon his belt. A whole section of the stairway was missing. He let his breath out slowly. So much for not risking a light. He shone the beam across from him to see where he could go from there. Nowhere. If the stairs began again, they began around the curve of the tower further down. There seemed to be only one way that he could go.

Clipping the light onto his belt, he fired a dart into the stone step on which he stood. Then he clipped the nysteel line onto it. Crouching on the edge of the step, he carefully lowered himself over the side and slowly played out the line from the handle, descending into the darkness. He had gone no more than thirty feet when he heard a very faint whirring sound. Instantly, he let go of the handle and fell. He fell perhaps-another ten or fifteen feet, landing hard on the stone floor below hint. He looked up.

The space above him was bisected by two bright laser beams. He rolled quickly and two more beams stabbed down at the spot on which he had landed. He moved quickly back once more, but he was in the dear, out of the line of rue. He was in a long corridor that stretched out into the darkness.

Now I know why it was so easy, he thought. Portable defense systems. He was like a rat in a maze. Knowing what he could expect now was of damned little help. There would undoubtedly be more such surprises in store for him ahead. The question was, how would he avoid them?

Not using a light now would be a far greater risk than using one. He shone the beam ahead of him. It was a long, straight corridor, following the line of the parapet above. It ran for some twenty yards or so, ending in a wall at the far end. At that point, it turned to the right, though whether it ran straight or led to another stairway, he could not tell. Going back the way he came was out of the question. It would expose him to the laser beams again. He shone the light upon the walls and on the ceiling, but it revealed nothing. He then turned the light off and held the night scope up to his eyes. No infrared beams, either. That still did not mean that the corridor was safe. Some of those systems, like the one Derringer had used to protect the Gatehouse, operated on biosensors.

“Well, come on, Lucas,” he said to himself aloud, “you can’t just stand here. Be a good little rat and go for the cheese.”

Keeping close to the wall, he started forward; straining to hear the slightest sound. The only thing he heard was the sound of his own breathing. It seemed incredibly loud. He was about a fourth of the way don the corridor now. So far, so good. All he had to do was reach the opposite end of the castle and at the rate he was moving, it would take him until midafternoon of the following day. It would never do.

He glanced at his watch. Forrester would be making his move in a few moments. Lucas took a deep breath, bit his lower lip, and set off at a dead ran towards the far end of the corridor. It seemed like the longest sprint that he had ever made. He reached the far wall, practically slamming into it. Pressed up against it, his face to the cold stone, he gulped in deep lungfuls of air. His knees felt like rubber.

Something whistled through his hair at the back of his head. Something else plucked at his shirt in several places. As he dropped to the floor, sliding down the wall, he heard a soft pattering sound, as if a handful of gravel had been thrown against the wall to his left. He snapped his light on and saw the silver gleam of numerous needle darts lying on the floor beside him, where they had bounced off the wall. He heard a very soft chuffing noise and flattened himself upon the floor, trying to become a part of it. Dozens of deadly little metal insects droned over his head, pattering against the wall like silver rain. He fired his laser, sweeping the corridor to his right; then be lay still, scarcely breathing. After a moment, he slowly raised himself to all fours, then moved down the corridor, ready to flatten out again instantly.

The machine was mounted on a tripod at about the level of his knees. He had knocked it out, but it still gave him the shivers as he imagined that little canister spinning slowly, bringing up the next barrage.

“Christ,” he whispered. “These people are really serious.” Then he noticed the tiny security monitor attached to one of the legs of the tripod. In disgust, he kicked it over. So much for the element of surprise, he thought. It seemed like a no-win situation. They knew exactly where he was and they could follow his progress as he tried to make his way to them. They wouldn’t even need many more such units. All they needed was a few neat little booby traps placed at strategic points between the turret where they made their headquarters and all routes of access to it. The odds of his avoiding all of them were infinitesimal. They could move about the castle at will, simply deactivating their defense systems as the need arose. He had no such luxury. He had to do it the hard way.

He was on the upper floor of the castle now. He had planned on getting through this section, going down to the ground level, and then crossing the open courtyard in the center of the castle to get to the old keep. Now, he saw that they had anticipated him. It was doubtful that they would have rigged up anything covering the courtyard, but then, they didn’t need to. Even if he managed to get that far, he would be in the open. If Michael and his men did not spot him, the Timekeepers surely would.

He had to think like them. He had to try to anticipate where they might have placed their weapons systems. It stood to reason that there would be more of them the closer he came to the keep. Obviously, it was a good idea not to go that way, except he had to go that way.

There hap to be a way, he thought. He couldn’t get to them from above. The parapets provided hardly any cover and their tracking system would pick him off as soon as he came near the keep. It also seemed now that he could not get to them from the inside. Sooner or later, one of the devices would get him. What was left?

He could try working his way back to the new section of the castle. If he could manage to avoid Michael and his mercenaries, maybe he could make his way to the open courtyard in the central portion of the castle, but then he would be wide open trying to cross it and he would still have to get inside the keep and climb up to that turret. It was a certainty that they would have their highest concentration of defensive systems placed there.

There was only one chance he had that he could think of. It stood to reason that the Timekeepers would need to be able to deactivate the systems for t

heir own safety when they moved about inside the castle. That and the monitor he had found on the last device suggested that they all had to be tied in to a master control unit. It would not need to be very large. If Forrester could somehow manage to knock it out, then he had a chance. Otherwise, it was only a matter of time before his luck ran out.

There was no point to maintaining communication silence now. They knew that he was here. He activated his comet.

“Colonel,” he said. He waited a moment. “Moses, damn it, I’m in a lot of trouble! Moses!”

There was no response.

12

“Make no sudden moves, Father,” Drakov said. “Keep your arms well away from your sides and stand perfectly still.”

Forrest saw Andre lying before him, tied down onto a cot. She was securely bound and her shirt was torn open at the shoulder where she had been treated for the wound made by the rappelling dart. She looked pale and weak. When she saw him, she pressed her lips together grimly and slowly shook ha head from side to side,

“Now, very slowly,” Drakov said, “turn around.”



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