A Captain Scarlet Story by Marion Woods
Chapter One
Following Cadenza Angel through the portal, Captain Scarlet
stepped out into the darkness and sauna-like heat of the main volcanic tunnel. He called out to the tall figures of the Svensons, whom he
could just make out standing some distance away. Blue turned and gave him a
warning glance. Instantly on the
alert, and with an absurd feeling of
protectiveness
towards Cadenza, Scarlet moved to stand alongside her. She hardly glanced at him, but indicated
a distant light. It was approaching
them slowly.
“Is it Ruffolo?” Scarlet hissed at Blue.
“No,” he replied, stepping aside and revealing a crumpled body on
the floor beside a discarded hurricane lamp.
Scarlet stooped to examine it, even though he had little doubt as to who it
would be. Sergeant Ruffolo had been
shot.
“Do you think Symphony did this?” he suggested under his breath.
Blue shook his head. “No, my guess is that it was one of the Agency’s henchmen and Ruffolo has merely paid the price for his earlier, apparent, inefficiency in failing to kill Lieutenants Scarlet and Garnet. Patrick was already exasperated with him when you and Garnet turned up on Cloudbase – his failure to kill the away party was his death warrant.”
“Magenta? We left him on Cloudbase. How could he know Ruffolo had failed
again, let alone give orders to anyone here to execute him? The radio links around here are crap,” Scarlet
asserted.
Blue nodded towards the advancing light. “Because Magenta doesn’t
trust anyone, especially anyone who has already failed him.
Someone would have been watching Ruffolo – and he probably knew it – it
would explain his eagerness to kill us all.
My guess is… Magenta isn’t on Cloudbase anymore, he’s over there. I rather suspected he’d follow us - he
has too much at stake to do otherwise.
Now he is coming to see for himself what’s going on here… It’s likely that he’s
got Lieutenant Cobalt with him, at the very least, and maybe Lieutenant Mauve as
well.”
“You seem very certain of yourself,” Scarlet remarked dubiously. “Why would Magenta bring witnesses with
him?” If there was something going on between the Agency bosses he wanted to
know about it - right now.
“He’d have to bring at least one – he can’t pilot a plane alone.”
Blue’s tone was scathing. “And normally he doesn’t leave the safety of Cloudbase
without two bodyguards. Patrick doesn’t have many friends – even in the
Syndicate.”
Irritated by their baffling conversation, Cadenza asked, “What is
he doing in Spectrum if he cannot fly a plane?”
“Patrick Donaghue is the leader of an international crime
syndicate, a very powerful man and a dangerous adversary,” Blue explained
succinctly. “He has a number of prominent politicians in his pocket – or at
least, in his debt. The problem was keeping him out of Spectrum when he chose to
apply.”
Scarlet glanced thoughtfully at the enigmatic Captain Blue; his
manner had veered to one of conscientious professionalism and all indolence had
disappeared from his demeanour, which was suddenly reminiscent of the real Adam
he knew. This was Captain Blue at work and taking
it seriously. It felt… comforting –
almost like home.
As he watched the approaching lights of the other party, Blue
frowned. He had never doubted that Magenta would follow him, or that his
intentions towards himself – and probably the entire away party - were neither
friendly nor honourable. He sighed
and cursed under his breath. He was
confident that he could deal with the situation and he trusted that Scarlet
could do the same – but Cadenza was the unknown in the equation. Presumably she
would have had the same training as all Spectrum Angels, but, as he knew only
too well, that did not always mean the women were capable – or willing – of
putting what they had been taught into action.
The only good thing was that Garnet and Symphony were still out of the way, and
hopefully safe enough in the other tunnel.
With any luck they would remain there until this was over. He found himself wishing that it was Symphony at his side,
instead of this unsettlingly familiar blonde.
Cadenza had been musing over his words.
“Patrick Donaghue? Well, we are running
true to form, guys. I know a Patricia Donaghue. But you said this guy is dangerous?”
They both nodded emphatically. “Well, Pat isn’t – except that she’d talk you to
death, given the chance…”
Blue gave her a brief smile and reasoned aloud.
“I suspect one of Magenta’s henchmen tailed Ruffolo. And, when Ruffolo failed to
complete his mission, he followed his orders and he shot him – but only after
Ruffolo had shown him where we had disappeared.
Now Pat is on his way to see for himself.” He chewed his lower lip and continued
as if to himself, “I may have made too much of the business possibilities of
time-travelling and dimension-jumping tunnels, but he would not have come
otherwise, and he was too well protected for me to tackle him on Cloudbase.”
“You planned this?” Cadenza asked sharply.
“Not quite like this,” Blue admitted. “No-one bothered to tell me
that Lieutenant Garnet was coming, for a start,” he glanced reproachfully at
Scarlet, “and I never expected you to be here.” He nodded at Cadenza with a
doleful stare.
“That makes two of us, Adam – I never expected to be here
either,” she responded with a proud tilt of her head.
“What game are you playing, Svenson?” Scarlet’s inquiry made his
companion smile.
“Haven’t you heard, Captain Scarlet?
This isn’t a game – this is real life - and it just got a whole lot more
dangerous.”
“That is very inscrutable of you, Adam –
Readers Digest has a page for aphorisms like that.” Cadenza sighed. “Do you
have time to explain?” He shook his head. “Then just tell us what you want us to
do,” she conceded with a shrug.
“You should keep out of the way, Cadenza,” Scarlet began before
Blue could answer.
“Don’t
worry about me, Captain; I can take care of myself.”
She smiled at him. “Besides, has it occurred to either of you that your pistols
got left behind on
my Cloudbase? I am the only one of us with a gun.” She
drew her Spectrum gun. “I’m
assuming this will still work, even though it is a weapon from a different
dimension. In this case, it is to your
advantage to make use of me, because – fond though I am growing of the both of
you – I do not intend to hand this over to either of you.
Moreover, whoever Magenta
expects to find here – it won’t be me.”
Realising she was right, and that both he and Scarlet were
weaponless, Blue glared at her. “Look, both of you keep out of this.
I can handle Magenta alone.
I have done so far.”
“But you’re outnumbered and all of them are going to be armed,
which makes you extremely vulnerable,” Scarlet reasoned.
“You need my help.”
“Our help,” Cadenza amended.
“You’ll just get in the way and you might get hurt,” Blue
protested angrily. “Please, I won’t ask again – stay out of
this.”
Both answered.
“You need help…”
“We can help…”
Then in perfect unison, they concluded, “You know I’m right,
Adam.”
Blue turned in amazement. “Now you’re talking in frigging
stereo!”
He couldn’t repress a smile at the astonishment he saw on the
faces of his colleagues, as they exchanged sheepish glances. “Okay, you win; I don’t have time to argue with you both. Fan out and keep me covered. I will try
to get Magenta away from his minders.
If either of you can deal with one or both of them, it would be a help.”
They nodded and started to comply with his order.
Quietly he added, “And thanks – both of you.”
“Don’t mention it,” Cadenza replied softly, glancing back over
her shoulder, “We Svensons always stick together.”
Blue gave her a long, searching look as she moved into the shadows of the rocks
by the tunnel mouth.
Scarlet melted into the background on the other side from
Cadenza, and watched as the unknown party moved closer.
One of them was definitely Captain Magenta, and he glanced at Blue in time to
see his expression change.
The seriousness evaporated, to be replaced by his usual expression of
irritatingly patronising ennui.
He lifted his hard-hat and ran a hand through his fair hair, tousling it in the
process, and then he replaced the hat on the back of his head at a jaunty angle.
Once the newcomers were in earshot, he called out to them with
all of his usual hauteur. “Patrick, you sure took your time.
What kept you? Couldn’t find
a pilot?”
Magenta’s reply was too mumbled to be audible clearly, but the
tone was one of annoyance. Gradually, he became intelligible. “You were supposed
to wait at the mouth of this hell-hole.
I had to send Cobalt in with Ruffolo to discover where the frigging hell you’d
got to.”
“Yes, I found Ruffolo.” Blue prodded the body with his foot and
sniffed fastidiously. “You were not happy with his standard of work, I take it.”
“He had his orders, and he knew the penalty for failing was
likely to be… terminal.” Magenta
left the nature of those orders vague, and as he finished the climb over the
shingle at the mouth of the tunnel he was breathless, and looked hot and
annoyed. “I will not tolerate disobedience or
treachery amongst my workforce…”
“Quite right too,” Blue interjected.
“Or my partners,” Magenta finished ominously.
“You can’t get the hired help these days,” Blue said lightly and
gave the looming figure of Lieutenant Cobalt a cheesy grin. Lieutenant Mauve – a
hard-bitten New Yorker – gave an insulting snort of laughter and spat. Blue grimaced and moved away slightly,
as if he felt contaminated.
Magenta frowned at his men and asked sharply, “Where are the
others?”
Blue gestured vaguely in the direction of the tunnel stretching
away behind him. “Ochre went off to
protect the pacifier, he took Symphony with him. Scarlet’s looking for the right
cavern to get back to the portal he came through.
He’ll come back for me when he’s found it.”
“You
let him go alone?” Magenta growled. “He may not come back!”
“He will… Garnet isn’t with him.
This Scarlet is the type who doesn’t feel happy running out on a partner –
especially a lady – he’ll be back.
Besides, I have no desire to go traipsing about in the darkness… these
are new boots.”
“Oh, what a shame,” Magenta mocked.
“You might get all dirty!”
Blue’s lips curled in a smile that held no amusement. “Padraig, you do your side of things your way and I will do mine.”
“One of these days, Svenson – you will pay… for everything.”
Blue’s smile widened and his voice went dangerously quiet, “One
day, Padraig, so will you.”
“Are you threatening me, Svenson?”
His partner gave a brittle laugh.
“Oh Padraig, you are so paranoid. Haven’t you realised by now that I don’t
give a toss what you think about me, or what you would like to do to me. You need me, Paddy-boy, far more than I
need you.”
“I could break your family with a few well chosen words. If you want to see your old man and your Uncle gaoled for
thirty years, Pretty-boy, you just
keep needling me.”
“If my old man’s been dumb enough to give you a hold over him,
well, that is his look out! But
remember, if my Dad goes, I am the only person on this planet who can access
your money. And I might not do it, if I feel threatened.
Kill me and you’re several tens of millions worse off.
I doubt even you could make the Syndicates swallow that, Donaghue.”
Magenta ran a handkerchief over his sweating brow. He was not
prepared to discuss the state of his relationship with the Syndicate with
Svenson. He changed the subject.
“This had better be worth it. I
don’t take kindly to being dragged all over the globe chasing your fantastical
theories.”
As if accepting that the opening hostilities were over, Blue
shifted his stance slightly and released his tension with a huge sigh. “It will be worth it, Patrick.
I am almost certain now, that these tunnels bend time as well as
dimensions. The opportunities for fraud are limitless, once we know how to take
advantage of the portals.”
“So you said.”
“We could use them to change history – even to abort that Martian
expedition, if we wish.”
Magenta looked up and frowned. “Why would we do that?
Things have worked out well, ever since Spectrum started chasing aliens
and lost interest in us. You know yourself that we have made far greater profits
since those bug-eyed monsters arrived. You could say the Mysterons are good for
business.”
“You are
out of your mind, Donaghue! They are callous, murdering brutes! I saw what they
were capable of – at the Car-Vu.”
The memory of the fateful day he had shot Captain Ochre came back to him in
vivid detail. His voice dropped and he murmured, “I
had never had to kill a man before… never had to deliberately shoot a man I knew
and liked. It does things to you…
leaves a stain that nothing can eradicate.”
Blue drew a deep breath and forced himself to concentrate on Magenta, who
was regarding him with a patronising smile. “Whatever I may do, as part of the
Agency, I will not do anything that
assists the Mysterons and you shouldn’t even speak of such a thing in the terms
of financial gain! Besides, what
good would all the money in the World be, if there is nowhere left and nothing
to spend it on? You have heard
their threats – they want to wipe us all
out! I have seen what they could do to this
planet if they chose, and believe me, that is not a world you want to find
yourself in! ” Blue bit back his words, at the realisation that he had revealed
far more than he intended.
But Magenta did not seem to have noticed.
He gave a supercilious smile, delighted that he had finally provoked Blue
into making unguarded statements.
“I never thought you scared so easily, Svenson,” he said. “Quite frankly,
you made a right mess of the biggest opportunity you’ll ever have; you should
have shot President Younger and blamed Ochre. Okay, so you weren’t to know he would revive, but it would
still have been your word against his and no-one would have believed him. Your Uncle stood a good chance of
becoming the World President in Younger’s place, and that would have benefited
us, far more than even the present regime does.
If we decided to take advantage of the potential you claim is offered by
these tunnels, that is what we would change, and if you won’t shoot the
President, I am sure we can find another operative to take your place on the
Car-Vu, one who would do the job properly.”
Scarlet listened to this exchange with a growing fury.
Magenta was far more callous than he’d imagined, and far more dangerous.
He had to remind himself that this man was not the good-natured, enthusiastic
Patrick Donaghue he knew and - whereas there were touches of the Adam Svenson he
knew in Blue – Magenta seemed entirely ‘alien’.
He began to wonder if the captain had been Mysteronised by some
chance. He had no Mysteron detector and he was
too far away from Magenta for his ‘sixth sense’ to warn him, although - given
that he felt nothing with Ochre - it might not recognise a Mysteron in this
dimension at all. Ochre had not
sensed his presence, so it was conceivable that the effect of an ordinary
Mysteron reconstruct nearby would not set his nerves jingling enough to make him
feel nauseous. Still, it was worth a chance; if Magenta was a Mysteron, Spectrum
would have the reason it needed to remove him. He began to edge forward and his
boot dislodged a stone which clattered down onto the sloping shingle before the
tunnel entrance.
He froze, cursing under his breath, as Magenta’s head came up and
he listened intently. He waved Blue’s latest protest to silence and gestured
Cobalt and Mauve to move further back so that they could cover the tunnel exits
and provide him with protection in event of an attack. “What was that – Metcalfe coming back?” he demanded, sharply
peering into the gloomy tunnel, which Blue’s body effectively shielded from his
line of sight.
“Nah, this place is quivering like a jelly,” Blue improvised. “It
was just another tremor.” He was striving to regain his normal insouciance.
“He had better not be too long, or
someone
may just have to go through those tunnels without him and see what comes of it,”
Magenta threatened.
“Be my guest, Padraig,
but if you think I am going to risk my neck attempting an unproven portal, you
can think again.” Blue edged slightly back into the shadows, reducing his
chances of being hit by Magenta’s henchmen whilst pretending to search for
Scarlet. Magenta moved towards him and actually
took hold of the taller man’s arm to stop himself from slipping. Blue continued to move further back,
intent on separating Magenta from his bodyguards.
“I think he went through one of these cracks…” he volunteered, to divert
the gangster’s attention away from his companions. He could see Cadenza and Scarlet, edging around the rocky
outcrops on either side, with the intention of coming up behind the henchmen,
who were watching their boss with glum dedication.
Seeing Blue and Magenta fade into the murky tunnel, Cadenza moved
round until she was behind where Lieutenant Cobalt was standing.
She peered into the gloomy distance and, because she expected to see it
there, she just caught sight of a flash of red as Scarlet edged into place
behind Mauve. With a grim smile,
she stepped forward and knocked Cobalt out cold with the butt of her pistol. Startled, Lieutenant Mauve turned in
alarm and found himself staring down the barrel of a pistol, in the hands of an
unknown woman who was pointing it straight at him. Seconds later he too hit the ground as Scarlet’s karate blow
connected with his collar bone.
Scarlet shook his hand theatrically and grinned at Cadenza.
Magenta heard the noise and turned to see two figures standing
over his unconscious men. Recognising Scarlet’s red tunic and dark hair, he spun
back and savagely pushed Blue away, causing the blond man to go sprawling on the
unsure footing and disappear from view down a steep slope. Then he dived for the
cover of a narrow aperture in the rock face and drew his pistol. He glanced over his shoulder to where Blue was
stumbling to his feet.
“Sell me out to Scarlet and his fancy women, would you? Get over here, Svenson.
You can’t even manage a double-cross with any skill, you scum.”
Dazed and cursing, Blue staggered across the shingle. “What are
you talking about, Magenta? What did you go and shove me like that for? I don’t
know what he’s been planning and I don’t know who that great big draft horse
of a woman is, either!”
“Who are you calling a draft horse, you dumb ox?” Cadenza
shouted.
“And if I choose not to believe your protestation of innocence?”
Magenta snarled, his gun pointing straight at Blue’s head as the taller man made
a show of brushing the dust off his uniform.
“Then I will think you are crazy.
Why should I side with Scarlet and his ilk?
They want to turn Spectrum into some glorified boy-scout organisation. I outgrew the boy-scouts decades
ago. I am with you in this, Pat – remember we
are partners?”
“Yeah, that’s as may be,” Magenta snarled.
“But someone has taken your gun away, Svenson, and my guess is they got
the drop on you – which is no surprise.”
He turned to shout at Scarlet. “I have your patsy here, Scarlet and I
won’t hesitate to kill him if you make just one false move. In fact, it will give me great pleasure
to do so! It may be the only thing
we have in common, Metcalfe – a wholesome contempt for this ponce! Now is your
chance – I will gladly put a bullet in his pretty head for you and you can blame
me for it… all you have to do is move away and let me out of here. I’m not interested in your dimensional
portals… I just wanted to make sure Svenson wasn’t playing me false.”
“Why would I want to see Captain Blue dead?” Scarlet called back,
watching as Cadenza secured the two minders with their own handcuffs.
“You might not want to see him dead,” she
commented wryly, straightening up and pulling a face at him, “but after that dig
about draft horses – I sure do.”
His amusement was short-lived as he heard Magenta’s voice,
answering his question.
“He set you up – he got that technician to accuse you of raping
her… It was his idea. One of his
better ones, I have to add. If the
President hadn’t interfered, you’d have been out on your ear.”
“Oh, come on, Patrick, is that the best you can do?” Blue
scoffed, rolling his eyes.
Cadenza looked across at Scarlet’s annoyed expression and pursed
her lips. “My other self is not exactly covering himself with glory,” she
commented, handing Scarlet Cobalt’s gun and pocketing Mauve’s herself.
“My guess is that it isn’t even true… at least, I hope not,” he
replied before shouting back. “That doesn’t merit you killing him, in fact, if
you do, there will definitely be no way out of here for you – except under
arrest or dead… and I don’t mind which it is, Donaghue. With Svenson alive, we
might be able to come to some deal.”
“I want to walk out of here with my men and an hour’s start…”
Magenta called. “And I will take Svenson with me.
There are a few little jobs I have for him to do before I let him go.”
“No deal – if you go, he stays… I am sure with some persuasion he
would turn state’s evidence against you.”
“In that case I have nothing to lose – I might as well have the
satisfaction of killing him…” Magenta snarled back.
“Would you mind not
trying to save my skin, Scarlet?” Blue sounded querulous.
“I was doing rather better on my own…”
“I am
quite sure, Magenta, that one call to Cloudbase would have dozens of armed men
down here – the colonel has been looking for an excuse to throw the book at you
for some time, as I understand it.
You’ll never get out of here a free man,” Scarlet reasoned.
“You seriously under-estimate me, Scarlet.” Magenta’s voice held
the confident ring of a man sure of his power.
“To get anything off Cloudbase you have to launch the planes and my men have
control of the launch systems. Nothing leaves that base without my authority. I left strict instructions; in my
absence not even Blue’s orders are to be obeyed.” He cocked his pistol and
pointed the gun at Blue’s head.
The taller man stiffened, his head thrown back away from the barrel of the gun.
Magenta explained coldly, “You see, I never trust anyone – even
my partners.”
Symphony kept an anxious vigil through the wide sweep of
Stingray’s windows as the aquanauts searched the area where Captain Blue had
vanished. It was obvious, even to her inexperienced eyes, that they were having
trouble manoeuvring in the turbulent waters around the cliff face.
The radio links between the divers and the sub were being affected by a
persistent interference and were of very poor quality, they could only hear
snatches of conversation between the partners.
Atlanta had tried to reassure her, as best she could, that Troy and Phones were
a close team and a lack of direct communication between them would not
necessarily hamper the search, and she had taken some comfort in that. She was aware that, sometimes, Blue and Scarlet knew
instinctively what the other would be doing, and what would be needed by way of
support. It even happened with the Angel flight sometimes – as one pilot
anticipated the orders of the Angel Leader by a fraction of a second. Team-work,
she thought distractedly.
Atlanta watched her visitor with sympathetic concern. It had not
taken her long to realise that the attractive American girl – however much she
flirted with the aquanauts – was really not interested in any man except Captain
Blue. It wasn’t Atlanta’s idea of devotion - she would never torment Troy like
that – but Captain Blue had appeared less than disconcerted by Symphony’s
behaviour. And nobody witnessing the Angel’s
distress at his disappearance could doubt where her affections lay. In a gesture
of silent support, she made them both a cup of coffee, and stood beside the
Angel pilot, watching until the men began to return to the submarine. That they had not found the Spectrum
officer was obvious – and Atlanta pretended not to hear the smothered sob from
her companion.
She moved to the airlock, leaving Symphony to regain her
composure as best as she might.
As Troy emerged, he reluctantly glanced at the grief-wracked face
of his passenger and said with as much reassurance as he could, “We need to
replace our air tanks, we’ll go out there again as soon as we can.”
Symphony nodded, and looked away, reaching up to brush the
insistent tears from her eyes. “If your air is exhausted…” she began, and her
voice slurred into incoherence.
Troy spoke briskly. “It would seem there is a cave mouth behind
that cliff face… I am certain that Captain Blue was sucked in by the force of
that whirlpool. There is no sign of him anywhere else.
It’s impossible to approach it at the moment – the tide is just too
strong and it isn’t safe to even try to take the sea-bugs through the gaps. When the tide turns, in the next hour or
so… we’ll try again. I am sure that
we’ll get access to the cave then.
It is very possible there is an air pocket in there or even that the cave
extends through to the surface, with a negotiable way out.
Maybe Blue is standing somewhere up the volcano’s side now – unable to
contact us directly. The
radio interference is not getting any less; it must be connected to the volcanic
activity we’re witnessing. I hope Adam’s taking the opportunity to top up his
sun-tan…” he joked feebly, trying to elicit a smile from the young woman.
Symphony nodded bleakly.
“I must report to Cloudbase… Colonel White’s probably hopping mad already at our
missing the last check-in.” She sighed and her voice quavered. “Although, how I
am going to tell him that now Blue has disappeared as well…. I don’t know…”
“If it gets too hard – just pass him over to me,” Tempest said
with a grim smile. “I don’t frighten easily…”
~oo0oo~
In the cavern
beyond the cliff-face, where he had been thrown by the whirlpool, Captain Blue
raced to catch up with Symphony Angel.
She waited for him at the top of the scree bank by a narrow crevice in the rock
face. She didn’t bother arguing
over his decision not to wait in the cavern, but gave him a friendly smile as he
scrambled up the last few feet, and directed his gaze to the tunnel entrance.
“Garnet has already
gone though. I know I can get in
there, do you think you can?”
Blue eyed the gap
with a rueful grimace. “I’ll have to, won’t I?”
“You’ll need to be
a contortionist, Captain, it’s not exactly… roomy in there, and it’s a matter of
crawling once you are in, but if you’re determined, nothing I say will deter
you.” She gave him a thoughtful
glance as she estimated his breadth.
“I’d say you are a little chunkier than Sky… but here goes! You go first, then if you do get stuck, I can always push…”
she sniggered.
Blue ran a hand
through his hair and shrugged. There was no alternative but to try. He ducked
down and squeezed sideways through the opening with some difficulty, noticing
with relief that it widened – albeit not by much – a few feet in.
Symphony slipped in after him and they moved along a rough tunnel, which
climbed steeply. Blue winced as outcrops of rock grazed his shoulders and elbows
and razor-sharp shards dug into his knees as he crawled.
“Careful, we’re
getting close,” Symphony urged, after they had covered some distance in silence. Blue raised his head, ducking it again
as he hit his head on the roof.
Ahead of them, he could just see the sullen glow of what he assumed was
daylight. “We left the cave we were in because
someone was shooting at us. I hope
Garnet’s had the sense to keep under cover, in case he’s still there,” she
explained in a whisper. “In a few
feet it should open out and we’ll be able to stand.”
A dark shape
emerged from the gloom ahead of them, and they heard Garnet whispering, “I
waited here, I can hear voices I don’t recognise…”
With a sigh of
relief, Blue staggered to his feet, surveying the tears in the knees of his
wet-suit with rueful eyes. He
turned and gave Symphony a hand to get to her feet.
She was looking done in, he noticed with concern.
Before he could ask her if she was okay, Garnet came and stood beside
him, looking at him with the same wariness she’d displayed in the cave. He smiled at her, reminding himself
that, although he thought he knew her pretty well, after the days he’d spent
searching for her, she had never met him – apart from a lecture she’d attended
at Koala Base, and as he didn’t remember her from there, it was unlikely they
had even spoken directly - so perhaps her wariness was justified in the light of
what she’d experienced lately and he ought not to take it personally.,
He pressed himself
back against the wall and breathed in as Symphony squeezed past. He tried to
ignore the faint, yet familiar, scent of Karen’s favourite perfume, which teased
his senses as she passed by.
Acutely conscious of the feel of her body brushing against his, he gazed
abstractedly at the far wall, whilst reminding himself,
this is not my Karen, and even if it was, I should be
concentrating on this mission, not acting like a love-struck idiot and wasting
my time fantasising …. I’d forgotten just how much I liked it when she wore her
hair long….it’s only that she brings back memories… that’s all. Concentrate…..
“Oh great… just
what we need. Magenta’s here…” he
heard her murmur. “Looks like I am going to have to dig you out of another hole
of your own making, Sky. This is
getting to be a habit….”
She dropped to her
hands and knees and crawled forward to listen to the conversation. Glancing at
Blue, Lieutenant Garnet followed her and went to listen as well.
From his place
behind the women, Blue could hardly hear any of the actual conversation,
although he could make out voices that sounded familiar.
He gazed at the women in front of him and found his mind wandering back to Karen
on Stingray. He was sure she’d be
frantic about him… but he hoped Tempest would stop her from doing anything
stupid. It was just possible that
she would listen to his advice, as she really wasn’t that accomplished a diver – good and getting better all the time, of
course, he thought loyally –
but if she was honest with
herself, she’d admit she wasn’t up to the conditions in the straits.
Good Lord, he reasoned,
I was barely able to keep off those rocks…
He became aware of
a juddering in the wall he was leaning against and moved away from it. Ahead of
him, the women had felt it too.
Symphony turned and
hissed, “Another tremor, they’re getting more frequent.”
A crack appeared
across the tunnel floor and the shingle began to slither into it. There wasn’t
room for Blue to cross the divide unless the women moved out into the larger
tunnel, but they showed no signs of being ready to do that and, if it wasn’t
safe for them to go, he would not even suggest it.
Garnet looked back over her shoulder, surprise on her face at the rapidly
widening crack.
“I’ll have to go
back, Lieutenant, this side isn’t that stable,” he hissed, feeling the shingle
moving beneath him.
Garnet nodded and
whispered to Symphony. She turned
again and looked in alarm at the considerable crack between them. “Go back,
Adam,” she urged, “before you get pulled in…I will tell Captain Scarlet you are
here.”
He raised his hand
in acknowledgement. “Be careful,
Karen… and you, Lieutenant.”
He began to make
his way back along the tunnel. If - when - Stingray’s crew found him, he’d
bring them here with ropes and follow the women across – he would find Paul!
Symphony watched him go with a surprising sense of
loss; she had experienced a comforting reassurance from his presence.
From the little she had heard of Scarlet’s world from Colonel White, it
had sounded almost idyllic, and maybe part of that idyll was an Adam Svenson you could rely on?
However, right now she had enough to worry about, and he had to be the
least of her worries; from what she’d heard was going on in the cavern,
things were coming to a head between the opposing camps.
She concentrated on
events beyond their hiding place and edged forward cautiously, peering into the
tunnel and cavern beyond, trying to ascertain what the situation really was. Her initial impression was that Blue and
Magenta were confronting Captain Scarlet and an unknown woman… her eyebrows rose
in puzzlement as she recognised an Angel uniform… of a sort.
Maybe the new Captain Blue isn’t the only person from Scarlet’s
universe who’s found a way through?
she wondered.
Her attention was drawn back to the events beyond their hiding
place, when Captain Magenta shouted to Captain Scarlet.
He and the unknown Angel were guarding two men, easily recognisable by their
coloured uniform tunics as Magenta’s most trusted henchmen, even in the gloom.
“Don’t be such a fool, Scarlet! What we have is a
once-in-a-lifetime’s opportunity. I can make you richer than your wildest
dreams – and your lady friend. The ruling council of the Syndicate – of which, I
have to tell you, I am an important member – has struck a deal with the
Mysterons through their representative.
Where we have been of assistance to them, they are happy for us to take
the profits from the schemes they introduce, and they are not so unsubtle as to
make every threat obvious. It suits
them to keep Spectrum occupied, running after bombs and assassination attempts
and such crude red herrings. It is
almost amusing to see the satisfaction with which White, and his happy band of
do-gooders, congratulate themselves on yet another nuclear plant saved, or
worthless politician protected. The
Mysteron schemes that are really doing the damage are far more insidious – they
are in carefully chosen strategic venues around the World - aimed at disrupting
industry and undermining confidence in the World Government’s financial probity.
There are massive profits accruing from these schemes and we – the Syndicate –
are reaping the benefits. We are making money hand over fist.
So much so, we have been able to broaden the scope of our operations merely
using the funds they’ve generated.
Currently we still need the SvenCorp organisation to launder this money but, in
the not too distant future, we will be able to function without the Svensons… all of them!” he crowed with obvious
glee.
He continued, unabashed by the heavy silence that followed his
revelations. “Don’t think you can stop the Mysterons, Scarlet.
They have extraordinary abilities and weapons at their disposal, weapons
the Syndicate will be allowed access to, if they continue to be happy with the
services we provide. Our agents are proving invaluable at destabilising
organisations and commerce and, of course, they are undetectable by
anti-Mysteron security devices.
Why, even here and now, I could call on the Mysterons for their help and you
would all be so much dead meat!”
Magenta smiled, recalling the devastation he’d seen as he’d
driven up to the tunnel-mouth in the wake of Black’s SPV.
He had received the agreed warning from Captain Black that the Mysterons
were about to carry out their latest threat, and that, along with his suspicions
concerning Captain Blue’s trustworthiness, had been enough to prise him from his
airborne fastness on Cloudbase.
As he understood it, Black would destroy the pacifier so that it could be
reconstructed by the Mysterons and duplicates made, for use at Vesuvius and
other strategically sited volcanoes.
His satisfaction increased as he thought, that should boost the Agency’s bank accounts very nicely, once the
frightened Regional Governments pay up to avoid the threat of disasters in their
territories. He guessed the
Mysterons’ chief agent was, even now, hard at work on the pacifier, and with any
luck, he would have dealt with the tiresome Captain Ochre too – the game was far
from being lost!
His reverie was
interrupted by Scarlet’s outraged shout.
“You must be insane, Donaghue! You
cannot trust the word of the Mysterons!
Their stated aim is to destroy all
life on earth – what makes you think you will be spared when they achieve their
aim? It is every man’s duty to stand against
this threat and do what they can to thwart their plans.”
“Spare me the lecture – I’ve heard the colonel’s interminable pep
talks too,” Magenta retorted.
During Magenta’s revelations, Blue had been slowly edging away
from the weapon pointing at him.
Now he felt his feet slithering from under him on the shingle and he suddenly
slipped backwards down a slope, saving himself from falling only by throwing
himself forwards and coming to a stop resting on his hands and feet.
Coldly,
Magenta ordered him back. As Blue made a great play of trying to
walk through the unstable shingle, Magenta began to threaten and ordered him to
hurry, but the sudden touch of the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against his neck
silenced him. Distracted by Blue’s antics, he had not heard Symphony emerge from
the tunnel in the wall behind him, although she had been perfectly visible to
Blue for some time, as well as to the others further away in the cavern.
Symphony said with an exaggerated reasonableness, “Now, now, Mr
Donaghue, we don’t want things to turn nasty, do we? Throw your gun over there…” Reluctantly Magenta threw the gun across
the shingle.
Listening with growing horror to Magenta’s revelations, Symphony
had decided he must be stopped and, sliding her pistol from its holster, she had
crept close enough to place the gun at his throat. Behind her, she could hear
the scrunch of shingle as Garnet emerged from the portal.
“Well
done, Symphony!” Scarlet called, and started to scramble up to the tunnel mouth,
with the intention of collecting Magenta’s gun. Cadenza walked close behind him.
“Yes, thanks, Symphony,” Blue said affably, relaxing and moving
towards her.
“You stay where you are, Svenson,” she snapped, frowning at him. “I can just as easily shoot you too. I
don’t know what all this is about yet, but I heard enough to know that you are
as suspect as Donaghue.”
Blue gave an irritated smile and protested vehemently. “Come on,
Karen, I may not be your exact image of a knight in shining armour, but I’m not
a frigging traitor either! You heard him admit that the Syndicate is working for
the Mysterons, and you know me well enough to know I would never willingly do
that!” He lurched up the slope, intent on
beating the living daylights out of his enemy.
Angrily, she turned the gun on him. The memory of the other
Captain Blue, and the almost
instantaneous rapport she had felt
with him, only served to fuel her exasperation with the slippery character of
the man she loved.
How can they be so different
if they are the same man?
she wondered, and why did I
get the louse? Aloud, she said,
“What makes you think that? I am
not sure I know you at all, any more. I’m sick and tired of making excuses for
you and watching you strut about, as if no one and nothing mattered but
yourself. You have made my life a living hell over
the past few years, Adam Svenson, and - believe me – revenge would be sweet. Besides, I don’t really want my baby to
grow up knowing its father is one of the lowest forms of pond-life! So, I might just take any excuse you
give me, Sky, to blast your brains all over the walls. If you’re feeling lucky – keep moving and let’s just see what
happens.”
Scarlet’s advance came to a sudden halt.
“A baby?” He looked at the young woman with fresh eyes and realised just why her
uniform seemed to fit so badly.
“Why so
surprised? It was the first thing I noticed,” Cadenza said dryly.
She gave Blue a withering glance, but from the look of utter surprise on his
face it was clearly news to him as well. She shook her head and relented
slightly, merely adding, “Who got careless then?”
“Who the hell are you?” Symphony turned to stare at Cadenza, and
Magenta took his chance. He grabbed
at the gun trying to knock it from her hand.
A shot fired across the tunnel, ricocheting amongst the rocks and causing an
echo that reverberated around the cavern. Away in the distance, they heard the
rumble of falling rocks.
Garnet started forward as Magenta’s grip tightened on the
struggling Symphony but, with a powerful sweep of his arm, he sent the young
woman flying into the path of the advancing Scarlet.
As they disentangled themselves, Blue’s advance suddenly halted and he raised
his hands. Magenta had pulled
Symphony’s pistol from her hand and had it at her temple.
“I am prepared to kill her - and as many of the rest of you as I
can – if any one of you makes a false move,” Magenta panted. “Get back, Scarlet
- and you.” He nodded at Cadenza. “Now we have a whole new scenario, don’t we? You can keep Mauve and Cobalt – they
were dead men anyway, once they’d got me out of here - I have a far better pilot
now.” He turned his attention to Symphony who struggled, without effect, in his
grip. “I am sorry it has come to this, Karen.
I always hoped that you and I would be friends; we have so much in common
and I never could understand what you saw in Svenson – he’s not the man for you
– he doesn’t deserve you. I am a
reasonable man and, if you give me your word that you will not join with these
losers again, I will accept it.
Once we are out of here, there will be nothing and no one to stop us. I
can call on the world-wide resources of the Syndicate and even Spectrum won’t be
able to touch us. Now is the time
to start calling in the favours the World Senators owe me. Between us, we can hold the reins
of power in the World Government.”
Symphony’s expression was one of loathing as she stared at him,
but Magenta was too occupied with his new plans to register this fact. He continued.
“How would you like to be in supreme control of Spectrum Cloudbase, Symphony? There is no need for you to worry, it’ll
be easy enough to get rid of that… embarrassing little inconvenience you’ve acquired… and start afresh. I expect the colonel will quickly
come to see the wisdom of taking early retirement, after I have had a little
chat with him.”
She struggled in his hold and gasped out her revulsion at his
very suggestion. “You must be out of your mind, Donaghue!
I wouldn’t let you touch me if you were the last man on this planet, which, if
the Mysterons get their way, you may well be!”
Annoyed at her rejection of him, his attitude changed and he
glanced down at Garnet who was still struggling to her feet. “You will come too
– just to ensure Miss Wainwright’s attention stays focused on her work. You,” he looked at the rigidly motionless Blue, “you will go
to Boston and transfer the Agency’s money over to the Syndicate’s accounts –
unless you want to join your father in jail for the next thirty years? I am sure there’d be plenty of
sex-starved men in there who would appreciate your boyish charms, Svenson!”
“Oh,
perleese…” Cadenza drawled, shattering
the aura of shock. “What is it with
you, Donaghue? You have a real
problem with him, don’t you? A
little jealous, are you? Or maybe
it is only such a bugbear because you can’t admit that you’d like a taste for
yourself?”
Captain Blue’s horrified eyes were not the only ones that
swivelled in the direction of the tall blonde, as she advanced up the shingle
bank towards the stunned Magenta. She reached up slowly and removed the clip, so
that her luxuriant blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders.
“Well,” she continued, her voice low and a little husky, “if
Symphony is dumb enough to reject your offer, Patrick, perhaps
we
can come to some arrangement…”
Magenta stared, fascinated, as she provocatively began to unzip the jacket of
her Angel uniform, moving closer all the time.
“You see, I came through one of those portals, and in my dimension, I am Adam Svenson…” she chuckled, “if
that makes any sense. I work
alongside a Paula Metcalfe and a Patricia Donaghue. The Captain Blue I know is a sweet young man called Kevin Wainwright and I can see a
definite resemblance to your Symphony Angel. Although, Kevin has more… class,
shall we say? So, what is it to be,
Patrick – the shop-soiled and knocked-up tramp or the female equivalent of your
darkest fantasies? They call me
Cadenza, by the way…”
She struck out suddenly at the rapt Magenta, with a fierce spinning kick. As he recoiled from the impact, Symphony pulled away and collapsed at his feet. Scarlet’s shout echoed around the cavern as he dived to Cadenza’s support. Blue sprang towards Symphony, covering her prone body with his own. Another shot rang out and Garnet screamed. Scarlet’s fist connected with Magenta’s jaw and the American staggered. A second blow landed and he crumpled to the ground, leaving Scarlet standing triumphantly over his fallen enemy.
There was a moment of utter stillness as the echoes of the
gunshot died away. Then Scarlet glanced at Symphony, who
was in Blue’s embrace. He saw
Svenson’s hand move to brush the hair back from her face and wipe a lone tear
from her cheek, with a tenderness that made him smile. Maybe there is hope for him yet, he
thought. Then he heard Garnet
whimpering and he turned to the other side, where the lieutenant was kneeling
beside Cadenza. The blonde was
lying unconscious on the shingle, blood seeping into her uniform from the
gunshot wound under her left breast.
“Eva!” Scarlet bent to her and lifted her gently.
She was still breathing.
Meanwhile, Blue was helping Symphony to her feet.
“Was it
true – what she said to Magenta? Is she
you from another dimension?” she asked him.
“Yes and no,” he replied.
“I think she is probably a far better person than I will ever be.”
“I doubt that – she needs lessons in good manners for a start! Who is she calling a shop-soiled tramp? ” Symphony gave him a wry smile. “Besides, you
saved my life.”
“Well, I have to agree with the lady.
She reminded me earlier that we Svensons always stick together.” Hesitantly, he placed a hand on her
abdomen and gave her an apologetic half-smile.
With great deliberation, she removed it.
“I see, so you’d have let him shoot me if I hadn’t been carrying your child?”
“No, I would not … I’d have killed him with my bare hands if I
could’ve.”
“There you go again… mystifying me.” She gave a heartfelt sigh.
“I wish you’d be straight with me, Sky, just for once.
I know it ought to be possible for us to get along just fine – we used to. I met another Adam Svenson through
that tunnel – the one Scarlet is looking for – and he wasn’t, in the least, like
you have become. Whatever happened
to Ochre on the Car-Vu quickly became apparent to us all, but something, less
obvious, happened to you to, didn’t it?
You changed… and not for the better.”
He flushed, but chose not to answer her most pertinent question. “I met another me, from yet
another dimension - that was a male ‘me’ too - Cadenza was a bit of a shock,
I’ll tell you that much!” She
raised a sceptical eyebrow. “Would
I be wrong in guessing you liked other Adam better than you do me?” he added
dejectedly.
“Yes, I
did, Sky. That Adam made me feel like I used to when we first met each
other, before you turned into such a complete bastard. He told me he is engaged to the Karen in
his world. Isn’t that amazing?” She
looked at him, her expression dripping with sarcasm.
“Not really, I sort of intend to get engaged to the Karen in my
world too – if she will ever agree to have me, that is?”
“I’d have
to think about that. It’s too late for you to pretend that everything is as it
used to be. So, don’t imagine for one minute that
I’m in a forgiving mood, Sky. ” She was determined not to relent towards him.
“We don’t
have the months and months you usually take to make your mind up,” he reminded
her. “So, your time’s up….”
She grimaced at him, yet only struggled briefly when he bent his
head and kissed her.
“When you
two love-birds have finished billing and cooing…. we could do with some help,”
Scarlet snarled in exasperation. He
shook his head as they stepped apart with alacrity and came to where their
colleagues were trying to deal with the serious matter of Cadenza’s injuries.
Garnet gently opened the leather uniform jacket and lifted the
tunic beneath to reveal a messy wound.
“That’s far enough, Lieutenant…” Cadenza opened her blue eyes and
gave a pinched smile. “A girl likes
to keep some secrets.” She stared pointedly at the two Captains.
Instantly Symphony shooed the men away with a critical
expression. She knelt beside the injured woman, shielding her from prying male
eyes. “I think they only wanted to help, if they could,” she explained.
“Huh, I don’t need their help.
I’m fine…” Cadenza stated in the face of the obvious evidence to the contrary.
“You are
wounded; we need to staunch the wound…” Garnet reasoned.
Then she looked disbelievingly at the bullet hole, which was already looking
less severe. She turned her
astonished eyes to Symphony who was watching with equal surprise.
“I’m
fine,” Cadenza reiterated, heaving herself into a sitting position with a gasp
and resting on her elbows. She grimaced and then sat upright,
tugging her clothes back into place, intent on covering the injury. She looked
at the women watching her with ill-concealed wariness. “I heal very quickly,”
she began to explain. “It’s a legacy from an unpleasant encounter with the
Mysterons. I was, for several
hours, under their control - but please don’t worry - I was freed from their
control after Captain Scarlet – my Captain Scarlet, I mean – shot me and I fell
from… a considerable height. When I revived, I was myself again.”
. “You mean it was you who tried to kidnap your World President?”
Symphony asked with some surprise.
“That incident happened here too?” Cadenza gasped.
“Then someone here has… experienced the same thing as me…” She looked
across at Captain Blue with a thoughtful expression.
“In my
world it happened to Captain Ochre,” Symphony said, correcting her obvious
assumption. “In Garnet’s world... it was Captain Scarlet – but that isn’t
generally known here - and, as with Scarlet’s ability, I suggest we keep your
talent to ourselves for now, as well. I am not sure how certain people would
react.”
“You mean Adam, don’t you?
You still don’t trust him, which is strange, because I kind of expected that you
would give him the benefit of the doubt – if anyone would.”
Symphony looked away from the other woman’s penetrating gaze and
gave a dismissive shrug. Cadenza
finished re-arranging her clothes before she asked, “Who does know about
Scarlet?”
“Well, Garnet, of course, and you and me, but I was told by the
colonel, so Scarlet may not know that I know about him.
Ochre knows about Scarlet – but not about you – obviously...”
“Not
everything is the same in our worlds, so I did wonder if this had happened to
anyone else. I always imagined I was unique, and there was nothing to
suggest Scarlet was any different from Blue…” Cadenza mused with a shake of her
head. Something was obviously puzzling her.
“Yet, there are enough similarities between our worlds to make it likely
to have reoccurred, I guess. It is all very confusing. Give me a hand up,
Symphony.” The Angel pilot obliged.
“Tch, another uniform ruined. I’m going to have fun trying to explain
this away to admin….” the tall blonde moaned.
Symphony smiled. “It sounds as if some things don’t change,
whatever the dimension…”
Having effectively been banned from helping with Cadenza, Blue
and Scarlet moved across to where Magenta lay, still unconscious, on the cavern
floor.
“What do you propose to do now – with Magenta and his cronies?”
Blue asked briskly. He had no desire to get involved with the care of his
injured doppelganger - in fact, even being around her, now he
was back in his own dimension, was making him edgy. Neither did he intend to
discuss Symphony’s announcement with Captain Scarlet, he needed time to come to
terms with that information himself.
“Hand them over to the colonel, I guess.” Scarlet said, with a
speculative glance at the dark man who was starting to come round from his
faint. “Then there would have to be a trial…”
“No, you can’t do that.
Magenta has too many ‘friends’ in high places – he’d walk free from any trial
Spectrum could stage,” Blue asserted. “Whatever happens will have to be done by
other authorities than Spectrum and preferably by someone who is virtually above
the law.”
Scarlet misunderstood the American’s meaning and Blue could see
the mounting indignation in his face, as he prepared to face down what he saw as
his companion’s unwarranted aggression. “Well, I am not going to kill, him,
Captain, nor will I stand by whilst you do,” he stated vehemently.
Obviously, he is
still unsure that my interests are not bound up with the Syndicate’s in some
abstruse manner,
Blue thought.
“And
nothing – and no one – is above the law, Captain Blue,” Scarlet added. “We are
all answerable for our actions.”
Blue’s answering glance was sceptical. “It would be nice to think
so,” he said, “and maybe, in your world that is the truth, Scarlet, but I tend
to doubt it myself.”
Magenta gave a groan and started to pull himself onto his hands
and knees. Blue watched him struggle for several minutes and then with a callous
shake of his head, kicked his erstwhile partner in the ribs and watched him
collapse again.
“Tut, tut, tut, Captain Blue,” Symphony admonished him, but
without sincerity. She was walking towards them, leaving Cadenza and Garnet
whispering together.
“How is she?” Scarlet asked.
“She’ll live… we Angels are made of stern stuff, and don’t either
of you forget it, Captains.”
Blue shrugged and petulantly aimed another kick at Magenta. “Yeah
- Angels without hearts – the whole lot of you!”
“That’s rich, coming from you,” she snapped back.
“Its not
his fault you two have fallen out – whatever else he’s guilty of – so stop
kicking him!” Scarlet ordered.
“This is nothing compared to what he has had done to people in
the past, Scarlet. Good people,
honest people. Even on Cloudbase
there have been beatings and unexplained ‘accidental’ deaths. And don’t forget
Sergeant Ruffolo, you heard him say he was responsible for that death yourself.”
“I wouldn’t have thought you cared about any of that,” Scarlet
remarked coldly.
“Well, I do. Whatever you may believe of me, I am not as bad as
you imagine, Scarlet.” Blue’s gaze was directed at Symphony, even though he was
apparently speaking to Captain Scarlet.
She sniffed and turned away.
“Oh right – I keep forgetting - you’re the good guy in all this,”
Scarlet answered. Blue’s eyes swivelled back to him and Scarlet met the taller
man’s indignant gaze with indifference.
They broke off their bickering to look with some astonishment at
Cadenza, who was on her feet, moving towards them. She was mopping ineffectually
at a patch of blood on her uniform jacket.
She stopped as the silence permeated her conscious mind and then deftly swept
her hair back into its band once more.
“It was just a graze, really,” she said to the men by way of an
explanation. “I was winded, that’s all. Or are you telling me your uniform
tunics are not bullet-proof too?” The captains shared embarrassed glances.
“Anyone got a water bottle handy? I
could do with a drink,” she added.
Obligingly, Garnet went to scrabble amongst the discarded
back-packs for a water bottle.
Scarlet stared at Cadenza for some time, a suspicion beginning to
form in the depths of his mind.
However, his instinct was to reject it – he had felt no nausea in the company of
Eva Svenson. I’m getting paranoid, he thought
critically, and
yet… Ochre has been retrometabolised, and he made no impression on me. Still,
the idea that a woman might have suffered the same fate is too outrageous to be
given any credence.
Cadenza noticed his serious expression and, as his eyes met hers,
his fears melted away in the warmth of her charming smile.
In fact, he found himself grinning back at her like a gauche teenager, and,
starting to feel uncomfortable with that fact, he turned away.
Damn these Svensons – both of them - they are too unsettling for words, he
thought. I wish
they were as straightforward and honest as Adam… a chap knows where he is with
Adam…
Symphony had caught the interaction between the two
retrometabolic individuals and realised Cadenza thought Scarlet had twigged
about her ‘abilities’. She was not so sure and she turned to
Cadenza. “What you said about
Donaghue…?” she began, determined to avoid the subject of the woman’s recovery.
Cadenza’s surprisingly girlish giggle echoed around the cavern.
“You should have seen the look on your faces!” She glanced over at Captain Blue,
who was not looking amused. “It worked though – it startled Magenta so much, he
wasn’t really paying attention.”
“Patrick wasn’t the only one it startled,” Scarlet agreed, with a
grin.
“It was completely ridiculous…” Blue
protested. “As if…”
“Oh sure, as if…” she
agreed, fighting the desire to laugh at his discomposure.
She offered an explanation. “In my world, Patricia Donaghue has ‘a thing’
for Kevin Wainwright – and, because Kevin prefers me - she’s not really my best
friend on the base…she has a nice line in put-downs … if you follow my meaning.
When I heard Magenta’s offer to Symphony and his derogatory remarks about you,”
she glanced at Blue, “it was obvious that there was a similar situation here. I hoped I might be able to use it to cause a distraction and
get close enough to attack. That’s all.”
“Well, it certainly did that all right,” Scarlet agreed. “Just as
long as you weren’t seriously hurt?
It was quite a risk you took, Cadenza.”
“I’m fine, Captain, I’m tougher than I look, believe me.”
. “What the hell has been going on here?
I’ve been looking for you!”
Captain Ochre sounded really angry. “Now, don’t anybody move until I find
out what’s going on - or I will put you all under arrest!”
Scarlet sighed. “Here we go again….” he muttered to the grinning
Symphony.
When Ochre had scrambled along the last few yards of the tunnel
and into the large cavern where he had parted company with the others, he had
seen, over on the far side, a large group of people. He had no idea who some of
them were, nor where they had come from, but recognising the red of Scarlet’s
tunic and the blue-clad blond, he yelled at them and staggered as fast as he
could across the intervening distance.
The others turned and watched as he ran over the rough ground, tripped and
collapsed.
Lieutenant
Garnet, making her way back with Cadenza’s water bottle, changed direction and
went to his side to help him up, marvelling as she saw the cuts on his hands
disappear almost instantaneously.
He gave her a grateful smile, and took a drink from the water
bottle she proffered shyly. They
walked back together to join the others.
Garnet handed Cadenza the bottle and the Angel gave a grateful nod before
drinking it dry.
Ochre expressed his satisfaction at seeing Cobalt and Mauve under
restraint and threw his handcuffs to Scarlet, so that Magenta, now stirring
again, could also be secured.
“Are you going to cuff Blue as well?” he asked.
“No, not this time,” Scarlet replied, catching the handcuffs.
“He’s on our side… for now.” He cuffed Magenta and hauled the dark-haired man to
a sitting position.
Ochre
looked sternly at the others. “I need help - I am asking you all for help,” he
said directly.
“What’s wrong?” Symphony asked.
“I’ve found the pacifier… but the Mysterons are already there…
the guards are all dead and Mysteronised.
I can’t handle them alone.”
“Right, let’s get down to business,” Scarlet said briskly,
unconsciously dusting his hands after touching Magenta.
“All of us here are Spectrum agents; we all know that our ultimate duty is to
defeat the Mysterons.”
There was a general murmur of agreement.
Ochre looked at them all, nodded at Cadenza and frowned, “Who are you?”
“Cadenza Angel, Spectrum,” she replied with a crisp salute.
Ochre looked at Scarlet, “From…?”
“Elsewhere? Yes.
She’s okay – she’s on our side.”
“Yours or mine?” Ochre said sourly.
“Ours,” Scarlet reiterated. “Do you want
our help, or not?”
Ochre accepted the rebuke with an ironic smile.
“Symphony, you and Garnet can keep an eye on them.” He nodded at the
prisoners.
“You’d prefer to take her
with you rather than me?” Symphony protested, indicating Cadenza with a gesture.
“I trust you…”Ochre
left the sentence hanging. “Let’s go…”
Then he turned and led the way once more across the cavern to the exit.
They devoted their stamina to moving as quickly and silently as
they could through the tunnels towards the pacifier.
The fact the tunnels were deserted lent credence to Ochre’s description of the
worst possible state of affairs: The Mysterons were here and the pacifier was in
danger.
As they approached the junction that led to the only entrance to
the pacifier, Ochre flagged them down and as they gathered round him, he
whispered, “The next branch of the tunnel is to the left… about twenty metres
along. It widens out into a sort of
natural alcove…and the machine is in there.
I checked on the surface agents and all of them are under the control of the
Mysterons, so we are on our own.
Luckily, the group in there were too busy doing something to the machine
to notice me and I was able to get away.”
“How many men are in there?” Cadenza asked quietly.
Slipping her pistol from its holster, she checked the cartridge
chambers. Ochre watched as she produced Mauve’s gun and did the same again with
a detached professionalism that went some way towards reassuring him.
“There were four of them, unless more have joined them since I
left,” he replied. “But, we ought to remember that more may come down if they
sense a danger of failing in their mission.”
“Four shouldn’t present a problem,” Scarlet commented, as he
checked the firearm he had acquired from Lieutenant Cobalt.
To his surprise he
saw Blue also had two pistols – somehow, he had acquired Ruffolo’s pistol and
taken Magenta’s as well.
Ochre, noticing the same thing, gave a wry smile. “I never
thought I’d be glad to see you armed to the teeth, Svenson.”
Blue’s smiled response was partly surprise, partly
acknowledgement of a depressing fact.
He caught Cadenza’s eye and raised his eyebrows in exasperation.
She pulled a face – as if to say ‘what
did you expect?’
“What’s
the best – just go in with all guns blazing, or try to pick them off? “ Ochre
continued. He glanced at Scarlet, automatically deferring to his
military experience.
“Well, I think we’d stand a better chance if we hemmed them in
there - but as this isn’t the Wild West, we don’t shoot unless we have to. Remember, a ricochet could just as
easily kill one of us and we can’t risk starting a rock-slide or alerting other
Mysteron agents in the vicinity.
Cadenza, will you watch our backs?
If anyone tries to get to the pacifier, you’ll have to kill them, I’m
afraid.”
“Sure,
I have no qualms about killing Mysterons, Paul.” She twirled the two pistols
around her fingers, like a gunslinger – echoing his cowboy reference – and
winked conspiratorially at Blue.
Ochre looked at her in surprise.
“Can we trust this girl to watch out
for us?” he asked sceptically.
“This Girl is
perfectly trustworthy and more than capable, Captain,” she replied sourly. “Don’t you worry your cute little head about it.” She cocked a pistol and stared Ochre’s
dark eyes down. He glanced at Blue
and back to her with a slight frown of surprise. “Save it for later,” she
advised.
Scarlet led the way forward, and Cadenza took a position across
from the entrance where she could see both the entrance and the corridor, and
which was partly sheltered by a rough boulder.
Blue slipped into Scarlet’s shadow and Ochre, with one last look at this
unexpected Angel, followed him.
It was claustrophobic in the cave.
There were already four men around the pacifier and not much room for manoeuvre. Scarlet winced as the vibrations from
the pacifier assaulted his hearing.
He detected that the pitch of the machine was different from the one he
remembered at Gaspari’s boat-house, in the shadow of Mount Vesuvius. A quick glance at the other
two showed that they were also being affected by the proximity of the machine –
and as he expected, Ochre was suffering far more than Blue. There wasn’t much time if they were to avoid the
ear-splitting consequences he’d experienced before.
He cocked his pistol and the three security auxiliaries spun
round, almost in slow motion. For
the first time that gave them a clear view of the man closest to the pacifier. Kneeling at the machine was a Spectrum officer dressed in
black.
“Black!”
Scarlet gasped.
Captain Black stood up and turned with imperturbable languor. He looked at the three Spectrum agents and a slight smile
crossed his pallid features.
Ignoring Scarlet and Ochre, he said, almost conversationally, “Captain Blue, I
was wondering where you had got to, I know Captain Magenta was looking for you…
“
Ochre turned on Captain Blue, anger flashing in his dark eyes. “You’re in league with them - you and
your buddy, Magenta!” he accused.
“Of course I’m not!” Blue snapped.
“Shut
up!” Scarlet ordered. The pressure in his ears was
becoming almost unbearable and he knew his tolerance of the pacifier was
reaching its limit. The longer they
argued, the more likely he and Ochre, at the very least, would pass out, and he
doubted Blue could defeat the four Mysterons alone.
“He’s trying to sow distrust and gain time to trigger an eruption. Well, it won’t work. We have you this time, Conrad… you have
three of us to deal with.”
Black smiled. “And what a trio, it is – if you are the best the
dimensions can offer, you might as well surrender now.
You, Captain Scarlet, are still as much the impetuous hot-head as ever, I see. The censorious Captain Blue - all fired
up with zealous righteousness, again -
and you, Captain Ochre - what can I say about you? - except that you are unable
to forget - or forgive – and far too scared to trust. What a collection of would-be heroes… it needs three of you
to face me.”
“I
know what you are trying to do, Black and I won’t let you…” Scarlet raised his
pistol and aimed at Black’s head.
Unperturbed, Black shifted his dark gaze beyond Scarlet and spoke
to someone in the entrance. “Are
you going to let him kill me?” he asked in a measured tone.
Ochre and Blue turned to see Cadenza staring with horrified eyes
at the scene before her. She had
recognised Black’s voice and been irresistibly drawn to see what was happening.
“Conrad?”
she asked in some confusion. “What are you doing here?
You never said you would follow me, didn’t you trust me, Colonel? None of these men are Mysterons –
I am sure of it, although ...”
“Conrad? This is Captain Black – he’s the
Mysterons’ chief agent on the earth… he’s never been a colonel – at least not in
Spectrum,” Ochre snapped, his eyes narrowing with re-emergent suspicion.
“Don’t let him confuse you, Eva, he is not to be trusted.” Blue
added his voice to Ochre’s warning. He could read the hurt in her face.
Scarlet said nothing.
His eyes had never left Black’s face and his determination to kill him increased
with every passing second. He
cocked his pistol and moved to a better stance for firing, he didn’t want a
stray bullet to hurt any of his companions.
This time Black would get what he deserved.
None of the Mysterons moved, and Black continued to look at the
woman by the entrance. Ignoring the
others, he spoke exclusively to her.
“Of course I trust you, Eva – I always have, you know that. Is this how you repay me? I fought long and hard to have you
reinstated and you know how honestly I have always dealt with you. Would you trust these strangers more
than me? I am your commanding officer and your friend - you know what I feel for
you, and how dear you are to me.”
Bewildered, and more than a little confused by the pounding of
the pacifier, she looked from one man to other, “Scarlet…can’t you see? It’s the colonel…” she pleaded.
Scarlet shook his head and began to pull the trigger but Cadenza fired
first. “I can’t let you…I am sorry,” she cried in anguish.
Scarlet felt the searing pain as the bullet entered his body,
smashing his ribs and piercing his left lung before it came to rest under his
breast-bone. Staggered by the impact, his own shot
went wide and Black watched with an almost clinical interest as the man sank to
his knees, his eyes glazed in excruciating agony and red froth bubbling from his
mouth as he slowly drowned in his own blood.
“You
are a Mysteron!” Ochre raged, seeing his worst fears confirmed. He turned
and shot the woman behind him at point-blank range. The impact of the bullet lifted Cadenza off her feet and she
crashed to the floor, banging her head against the rough hewn walls of the cave.
“Are you crazy, Rick? What are you doing?” Blue yelled. He turned both of his guns on Black and
fired them simultaneously, but in the split second it took for the bullets to
travel across the cave, Black vanished and the other Mysteron agents collapsed
to the ground.
Captain Blue surveyed his fallen colleagues with exasperation. “That was bright of you, Fraser,” he
snarled. “You played right into Black’s hands – fighting amongst ourselves has
allowed him to escape.”
“You heard what he said to her and what she said – they were in
league!”
Blue sighed. “I
doubt it, you see, she was telling the truth.
In her dimension the colonel in charge of Spectrum is Conrad Turner and he wears
a black uniform. Whoever she knows to be the Mysterons’
premier agent on this planet - it is not Black.”
“Well, you might have said something…I’m not a frigging
mind-reader,” Ochre complained.
Blue walked across and crouched to examine Cadenza’s body.
“Is she dead?” Ochre asked.
“She’s
not far off it; I doubt anyone could survive a shot at that close range,” Blue
replied in some distress. “What about Scarlet?”
Ochre glanced that way. “He’ll be okay…Once we get him away from
this damned machine.”
“I know he will, but you could at least make him as comfortable
as you can in the meantime.” He
looked at Cadenza. “We should call for medical help anyway,
although it probably won’t get here on time.”
“You know about Scarlet?” Ochre asked distractedly; the noise of
the pacifier was making his ears ring and his head felt fit to burst.
“I thought it must be the case – after what he described about
his… arrival here – he hardly had a scratch on him.
It didn’t take a genius to work it out.”
“Why didn’t you ask him about it?”
“I figured he didn’t want me to know,” Blue shrugged.
He turned to Cadenza once more and opened her jacket before
lifting her blood-soaked jumper.
Wincing as he examined the wound made by Ochre’s powerful bullet, he knew that
without a proper medical kit there was nothing he could do and she’d have bled
to death long before a medical team arrived.
Ochre came over and peered down at her, grimaced and moved away with a
shudder.
A vague suspicion began to form in Blue’s mind as he looked at
her and he lifted the tunic further to examine the earlier wound – discovering
nothing except a fading scar. Her
face had a healthier look than it had moments earlier and her breathing was
getting stronger.
“Well,
I’ll be…” he breathed with a sense of relief. “Rick, come here… look at her.
I think we may have hit the jackpot…”
Reluctantly Ochre peered down once more, seeing a wound where the
blood flow had stopped and the jagged, bruised edges were already starting to
heal over. He had seen it too often in himself not
to realise what was happening.
“Good God,” he whispered.
Blue sat back on his heels and started to laugh. “I’m feeling
outnumbered…” he chuckled to himself.
Then he crawled over to Scarlet and stretched his body on the floor, in an
effort to make him more comfortable. “Come on, Captain, now it’s your turn, so
let’s be having you. Wakey-wakey…”
Scarlet opened his eyes and frowned.
He coughed, leaned over on his side and spat out a mouthful of congealed blood.
“There is a canteen of water next to you,” Ochre said from where
he was watching the two invalids.
“Thanks…” Scarlet heaved himself upright and reached for the
canteen. With the first mouthful, he swilled his
mouth and spat it out onto the floor.
Then he drank most of the canteen in one gulp. He looked towards the pacifier, which was mercifully silent.
Captain Blue was kneeling before the open control panel, working
intently on the connections and circuit boards. Sensing the scrutiny, the
American turned and nodded affably at the Englishman.
Scarlet reckoned Ochre must have told him about his retrometabolism and
he felt himself blushing.
He looked away and saw Cadenza lying by the entrance. He looked at Ochre. “Is she…?”
Ochre shook his head. “Any minute now, I’d say.”
“You shot her?”
“Yes, I thought she was a Mysteron… with all the others around
here, my senses were all at sixes and sevens.
Blue told me afterwards that Conrad Turner is the
commander-in-chief of Spectrum in her reality.
I just hope she’ll understand. I don’t think I want to come up against
the cutting edge of her temper.”
Scarlet frowned; everyone in this dimension seemed so callous.
“She’s dying, Ochre…” he chastised.
“No, she’s not – it seems that there are three of us indestructible types here.
Only Blue is not so …gifted.”
Cadenza shifted and opened her eyes.
“Oh, my head aches…” She raised a hand to the back of her head and examined the
sticky blood on her fingers before wiping them on her uniform. “Great, now I need to wash my hair
again…Anyone got any water?”
“Drinking water, or hair washing water?” Ochre teased.
“Hand it over, Captain, before I do you serious damage.”
Ochre grinned and passed a second canteen across.
She drank it thirstily and then turned to Scarlet. He grinned at her; she blushed and then
smiled back.
“What happened, after I shot you?” she asked him.
He shrugged and glanced towards Captain Ochre.
“I shot you, Cadenza,” Ochre admitted.
“Apologies and all that – Blue didn’t tell me about your colonel being
Conrad Turner until too late – and I thought you were a Mysteron.”
“That’s right, Fraser, make it out to be all my fault,” Blue
muttered, but his tone was friendly enough.
“Tell me, Cadenza, do you usually experience …a feeling, when
there is a Mysteron about?” Ochre asked her.
She nodded. “Yeah, so do I, but I didn’t have one about you, or Scarlet, come to
that. If I hadn’t seen him recover from a beating, I wouldn’t have believed him
either,” he concluded with a wry glance at the Englishman.
“Me neither… I didn’t get a feeling with either of you. Perhaps, for some reason, our instinct doesn’t work out
of our own dimensions?” Scarlet
speculated.
The three of them looked in bewilderment at each other, still
trying to come to terms with the fact that all three of them had the power of
retrometabolism. Unique though they might be in their own
realities, they knew now that they were no longer the only human beings to
experience the sensation.
Blue looked across from the pacifier. “Hasn’t it occurred to any
of you geniuses, that the reason you may not get ‘the feeling’ with each other
is because none of you are Mysterons –
in the true sense of the word as we understand it?”
In the almost deafening silence that followed this suggestion, he
came to stand beside Scarlet and smiled at the hope he saw in the sapphire-blue
eyes. Ochre’s mouth was half open in shocked surprise at the thought, and there
was a dull flush on Cadenza’s cheeks, which indicated that she shared the same
reservations as Scarlet and Ochre.
Pulling herself together, she looked up at Ochre and held out her
hand for assistance to rise. As he helped her to her feet; she staggered a
little, but straightened up quickly. “Well, Captains... this is interesting.
Perhaps we could have an annual get together here and compare notes.”
Blue placed a hand on Scarlet’s shoulder and helped him to his
feet.
Scarlet had been dreading this and he gave the American an
apologetic glance. “I am sorry I never told you about my retrometabolism,
Captain Blue. I wanted to at the start – when I first
came to see you on Cloudbase, it never occurred to me not to tell you – but as we spoke, I began to wonder if I would be
wise to reveal everything. Once I
learnt of your involvement with Magenta and his mob, I knew I couldn’t tell you.
Only the colonel knows and Captain Ochre…”
Blue bowed his head in some amusement.
“No sweat, Paul. I can understand
that you might not want to trust me, besides, I’d kinda figured it out for
myself.”
“You had?” Cadenza was surprised. “And me, did you guess that
too?”
“No, but then, I never have been able to read women very well…I
just don’t understand them,” Blue admitted with a wry twitch of his eyebrows.
“You don’t have to be indestructible to do that, you have to be
omniscient,” Scarlet remarked to general amusement.
Colonel White glanced at the clock on his console.
His concern for the safety of his officers was growing. Lieutenant Green had reported
difficulty with communications to the away team ever since they had reached the
outpost at the entrance to the tunnel system – and once they had gone
underground, even that link had been broken - now she couldn’t raise the
terrestrial personnel either. He
looked across at his communications expert as she used her extensive knowledge
to attempt to boost the signal to Mount Etna.
He saw her annoyed grimace as another idea proved unsuccessful.
“Lieutenant,” he called, “I think we can assume you aren’t going
to be able to reach Captain Ochre or any member of his mission.
The time has come for a more direct means of communication.”
“Sir?” she asked, for once failing to catch her commander’s train
of thought.
Does he expect me to open a porthole and shout? she thought sceptically,
behind the impassive expression on her face.
“Where is Captain Flaxen?”
Green glanced at her status screen.
“She is in the Officers’ Lounge, sir.”
Where she has been moping ever since we discovered Lieutenant Garnet had slipped
away with the Etna team. Green and
Flaxen were close friends and the lieutenant knew far more about the tangled
relationships amongst his senior command than the colonel did.
“Ask her to come here, would you, Lieutenant?
Something tells me that Captain Ochre might need reinforcements.”
“SIG, Colonel,” she replied brightly. That will cheer Flaxen up, and
no mistake!
Soon afterwards, Captain Flaxen found herself piloting an SPJ
carrying a second ‘away mission team’ to Mount Etna. Besides herself, there were
six of the colonel’s most trusted agents on board, led by the experienced
Sergeant Bob Harcourt, which in itself was confirmation of just how seriously
White took the situation. He would
never willingly deplete the loyal forces on Cloudbase, for fear of a coup by the
Agency men.
In his briefing, Colonel White had told her an improbable story
about people from alternative dimensions which, quite frankly, she found it
difficult to give much credence to.
What was far more unsettling was the indisputable fact that Etna was on
‘red-alert eruption status’ and only Professor Gaspari’s machine was preventing
the whole volcano from blowing its top and taking half of the island with it.
Given that the latest Mysteron threat was also believed to be directed at that
very volcano – it was imperative that Spectrum did not fail in its task to
protect the pacifier and prevent an eruption.
Flaxen bit her lip… it was unlike the colonel to have sent such a ragtag
of officers down on such an important mission.
Everyone knew you couldn’t trust Captain Blue as far as you could throw
him… and if Scarlet and Garnet were from a different dimension – they might not
be trustworthy either. She
checked the control panel and squeezed a little more speed from the SPJ.
Trouble started as soon as they approached the base camp from the
WAAF landing strip further across the island.
Their arrival was greeted by a hail of bullets from the local security agents.
Flaxen cursed – these men were supposed to be loyal to Spectrum – and she set
about deploying her meagre force to best advantage.
“Captain, what is that SPV doing here?” Sergeant Harcourt shouted
across to the pre-occupied Captain, as she dodged behind a lorry to avoid the
bullets raining down from the camp.
Flaxen frowned. “I don’t know – the others had the two SSCs…
look, they’re over there. Check
with Cloudbase, Bob.”
Harcourt contacted Lieutenant Green, and, although the reception
was bad, he managed to get the information that SPV 316 had been reported
‘missing’ earlier… after the terrestrial agent had been found shot dead with a
Spectrum pistol. He shouted the news to Flaxen.
“Wonderful… that means it could be one of two things… Magenta and
the Agency, or Captain Black,” Flaxen groaned.
“Why Black?”
“The Mysterons threatened the pacifier, remember? Where there is
Mysteron activity there is usually Captain Black.” Flaxen waved her men forward.
“We have to get inside those tunnels…”
“Do you
want to leave anyone here to protect the vehicles?” Harcourt asked.
“I don’t think we can spare the men… besides, I’m hoping that
once we get in the tunnels, we’ll find that Captain Ochre has all this sorted
out already.” She gave the older man a brief smile.
No point worrying him with the rest of the information about the away team, or
the fact that Black didn’t need an SPV to escape from Spectrum…
Harcourt nodded agreement, then turned his attention to the
problem of reaching the tunnel entrance.
They
fought a protracted battle to gain access to the tunnels – which resulted in one
death and several minor injuries amongst the party.
As they approached the tunnel entrance they could feel the low-pitch vibrations
of the pacifier, regularly thudding out the signature the scientists had
calculated would soothe the volcano and delay – or even stop – the otherwise
inevitable eruption. Flaxen was lining up a shot to
‘take out’ another Mysteron when their assailants faltered and began to lower
their weapons in confusion.
Gratefully seizing the unexpected opportunity, Flaxen led the
remaining members of her party at a dash into the tunnels and although their
pace slowed in the narrow and frequently uneven tunnel, they made good progress
into the interior.
When they reached the junction of the main tunnel with the large
cavern, the noise of the pacifier stopped. Flaxen glanced around quickly and
then led her team up to the narrow tunnel that led back towards the pacifier’s
location, ordering them to quicken their pace.
They reached the corridor to the entrance of the pacifier’s
enclave and skidded to a halt.
Indicating that Harcourt and his team spread out and protect the approaches,
Captain Flaxen edged forwards, her back to the wall and approached the opening.
She peered in round the corner, her gun ready to blast any
suspicious characters she encountered.
Not usually so martial in her approach, she was fired up with worry – both for
the pacifier and its mission, and for Captain Ochre’s safety.
Her gasp of surprise attracted Ochre’s attention and he smiled a welcome.
Scarlet, and an unknown blonde woman, were standing on either side of the
machine as Captain Blue fiddled with the controls.
“What on Earth are you doing?
Why have you turned it off? Don’t you know the dangers in doing that?” Flaxen
demanded, her hand going to her pistol.
“Relax, Flax,” Ochre said. “It’s under control.
Blue is trying to reverse whatever Captain Black did to it. We figured that it wouldn’t have been a
useful adaptation of the machine, so we switched it off and once we’ve fixed it,
it can go back on again.”
There was a flash of brilliant electric-white light and Blue
cursed, sucking at his burnt fingers.
“You want me to do it?” the woman asked, exasperated by the
incident.
“No…. most of the women I know are terrible with electronics,” he
muttered.
“I am not most women
and you are a male chauvinist pig!” the woman
asserted.
“Quit bickering and just fix it, will you?” Scarlet reprimanded
them. “Honestly…you two, you squabble like
kids.”
Blue sat back on his heels and smirked.
“That’s it… it should work now.
Try to switch it on, Rick…”
Ochre flicked a generator switch and the machine hummed and
gradually the deep resonating thump started again. It was noticeable that the
frequency was set at a slightly less nerve-shredding pitch
“Am I good or am I good?”
Blue congratulated himself.
“Careful or you’ll never get your head through the tunnel,
Svenson.” Ochre’s taunt was surprisingly good-natured.
Flaxen frowned at him. “What’s been going on?” she asked with a
sigh.
“You wouldn’t believe me, Flax…”
Leaving two of the security guards to watch the pacifier - and
ensure that the de-activated Mysteron agents did not spring back into action the
moment the Spectrum officers left - Captain Ochre led the officers and three
security guards back towards the main cavern.
His brief explanation of the train of events left his partner rather
confused – although she quickly grasped that Captain Magenta and his henchmen
had been overwhelmed and were under restraint – and she spent the journey at
Ochre’s side. They spoke
continually, taking the opportunity to update each other on events, both on
Cloudbase and at Etna, in a whispered conversation.
It is likely
that Flaxen has new orders from the
colonel, Scarlet thought, hoping that these would not prove to be likely to
delay the search for the portal back to his reality. He glanced across at Cadenza, who now appeared to be as fit
and reinvigorated as he was himself.
He’d had quite a few surprises since he found himself ‘away from home’, but the
knowledge that – in Blue’s opinion anyway – he and his fellow retrometabolic
officers were not ‘true Mysterons’ was a comforting one. He had often worried that, somehow, his
actions were still dictated by the cold, obsessive intelligence that threatened
the Earth with annihilation – especially when a mission failed and people were
hurt. He guessed, from Ochre and
Cadenza’s demeanour, they experienced similar doubts from time to time as well.
Cadenza saw his preoccupied expression and moved closer to him.
“Problems, Paul?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Actually I was just thinking about what Blue
said – about us not being Mysterons, as such,” he confessed with a wry grin.
She nodded. “Yes, and you know, it is also kind of comforting to
realise that… in some ways, I’m not as unique as I felt I was.
Even though we’ll probably never see each other again after this mission
is over.”
“If we can find the ways back to our own dimensions, Eva,” he
reminded her soberly.
“Hey!” She gave him an upbeat smile and punched his arm
playfully. “There are enough bright sparks in this party to ensure we do find
the ways home. You know I’m right, Paul.”
He laughed. “I know enough never to argue with a Svenson who’s
made his… or her… mind up on a subject!”
“I’m glad you added that feminine pronoun…. I’m starting to feel
a little got at, with all these masculine Svensons about the place.”
“Now you know how we felt, seeing you and Sonata for the first
time.”
“At least, you’ve only had to get used to seeing one of your alternative selves as the opposite gender. It keeps happening to me!”
“I shouldn’t worry about it, Eva. You’re far prettier than they are…”
She roared with laughter.
“Well, for that small crumb of comfort – many thanks, Mr Metcalfe!”
He joined in with her amusement.
She was far more like the Adam he knew than Captain Blue was turning out to be. It was the next best thing to being back
home, he decided.
As soon as she saw them approaching, across the enormous
underground cavern, hazy with a miasma of the vile gasses which continuously
escaped from fissures in the pumice and rocks, Symphony called a welcome and
Garnet climbed the rock she was resting on and waved.
Scarlet noticed that both Ochre and Blue quickened their pace and
reached the women ahead of the main party.
Blue immediately went to Symphony’s side.
She was still looking pale, as the heat was obviously taking its toll on
her, and he slid his arm around her shoulders, offering her his support. Scarlet
watched as the Angel pilot brushed the wayward strands of her hair away from her
face and deftly twisted it back into a top-knot, securing it with a few pins.
She turned to glance at Blue, who was staring at her with concern on his face. She said something to him and, flushing,
he dropped his arm from her, but stayed close beside her, nevertheless.
Ochre had checked Magenta and his cronies were still secure and
received a mouthful of abuse from the captain for his pains.
Then he went to where Garnet was waiting – watching him with open
admiration. He began to speak to
her, as solicitous for her welfare as Blue seemed for Symphony’s.
On her arrival, Captain Flaxen took control of the situation,
ordering Sergeant Harcourt to remove the Agency members to the secure fastness
of an armoured truck they had noticed, parked down the mountain side.
As he was being led away Magenta haughtily reminded his captors
he had powerful friends and that everyone here was going to regret their
involvement in this.
“Actually, Padraig,” Blue replied with a flash of his habitual arrogance, “I
think you might find that when your sort loses their control, they lose their
friends as well. No-one likes a loser, Paddy-boy.”
“Must be why you are so unpopular then,” Magenta growled back.
“You will pay for this, Svenson. I
swear I’ll make it my priority to see you begging for your next dollar…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Blue dismissed him airily.
“Can he do it?” Scarlet asked as they watched Magenta being
hustled away.
“He can try, but he underestimates me - he always has - for some
reason.”
“Jealousy,” Flaxen volunteered.
Several heads turned her way and Symphony raised an interrogative eyebrow. “It can’t be a complete surprise to
everyone,” Flaxen reasoned. “He’s
had the hots for you, for ages, Symphony.”
“I told you so,” Cadenza murmured to no-one in particular, as she
flopped down on the shingle close to Captain Scarlet.
Flaxen looked at the crowd of officers standing around, noticing with some dismay that Lieutenant Garnet was standing much closer to Captain Ochre than she was to Captain Scarlet. “Well, you have made a fair fist of wrapping this one up, Rick,” she said, seeking to cover her feelings. “I’ll take over now.”
“I don’t think so,” Blue interrupted. “You are not the senior
officer here, Flaxen.”
“You shut your mouth.
You ought to be under arrest too and unless you want to be handcuffed – and
gagged, if I had my way – you’ll keep quiet.” Flaxen glared at Blue, defying him
to argue.
He stared the young woman down. “Under arrest - what for?”
“How about: conspiracy to blackmail the Italian authorities by causing this volcano to erupt, for starters.”
“I did no such thing!”
“Tell it to the judges at your court martial, Captain Blue,” she
retorted.
“I have made no attempt to extort money from any civil
authorities. In fact I have – on several occasions –
been the reason why attempts at extortion have failed,” he asserted. Then, as if aware he was wasting
his breath he changed the subject, adding, “Over there, Captain Flaxen, you will
find the body of Sergeant Ruffolo – shot by Magenta’s henchmen for failing to
stop the volcanic pacifier, as well as for failing to kill the away team
members.”
“I don’t doubt that Magenta had him killed, it would be his
style,” she agreed. “You can say what you want to about your part in the Agency,
Captain – thankfully I don’t have to decide if you are lying. Although I am damned sure you are.”
“You seem certain of your facts, Captain.
I wouldn’t be so positive, if I were you,” the tall, blonde woman said.
“Who the
hell are you to tell me what to do?” Flaxen snapped. Ochre’s explanation of
Cadenza’s presence had been sketchy.
Cadenza scrambled to her feet, brushed herself down and extended
her hand to Captain Flaxen with a bright smile, “Allow me to introduce myself,
Captain, as none of these… gentlemen,
seem to be prepared to do so. I am
Cadenza Angel – Eva Joanna Svenson – and I am pleased to meet you, Captain
Flaxen.” She looked closely at the surprised
captain and said conversationally to Captain Scarlet, “Things are starting to
diverge – I don’t recognise her at all.”
“Cadenza? We don’t have a Cadenza,” Flaxen snapped back.
“It’s rather complicated…” Cadenza smiled.
“You said your name was Svenson – are you related to Captain
Blue?” Flaxen persisted.
“Intimately...” Cadenza laughed. “As I said, it’s rather
complicated.”
Scarlet hauled himself to his feet and stepped forward. “Captain
Flaxen, allow me to introduce the
alternative Adam Svenson…” The two Svensons exchanged glances and Cadenza
went to stand alongside her duplicate.
The newcomers looked from one to the other in confusion.
“You mean she’s from your dimension, Scarlet?” Flaxen hazarded.
“No, my Adam is … well, is an
Adam. Cadenza is from a third dimension. It seems there are multiple realities
and almost every crack in the tunnel wall holds its own brave new world…”
“You mean there are more of him…?” Symphony grimaced.
“Yes, just as there are more of you, Symphony, and Flaxen and
Scarlet,” Blue responded, more than a little offended by her remark. “An
infinite medley of identities – all slightly different – or in this case the
complete opposite,” he nodded at Cadenza. “All these realities hold a kernel of
truth, which we can recognise but it would seem that at different points in
history they divided, when someone made a different decision or the chromosomes
got twisted, as in this case.”
“And just what is she doing here?” Flaxen asked.
“Ah, when Captain Scarlet and Captain Blue were arrested in my
dimension, my colonel sent me to see if their story was true…”
“The colonel sent you?” Scarlet asked in surprise.
“You kept that quiet.”
Cadenza shrugged apologetically. “I have to follow orders too. Besides, I really did want to see if you
were lying.”
“Did you think we were?” Blue raised an eyebrow at his other
self.
“I thought you might
be,” she confessed. “You were hiding something – I am sure you still are, except I can’t put my finger on what it is exactly –
but Captain Scarlet … well. I felt sure he was being as honest as he felt he
could be, under the circumstances.”
“How could you tell?” Ochre asked, with a touch of his usual
cynicism.
“Oh, Scarlet’s conduct is transparent, don’t you think so?” Ochre
shook his head. “Well, I can read
him like a book.” Cadenza smiled at the somewhat embarrassed Scarlet.
“And Blue?” Ochre prompted.
“He’s not so open, but I guess I have an advantage over you all
there. I know how I would act if I was lying.”
“How do we know you aren’t lying now?” Flaxen asked sharply.
Cadenza looked at Scarlet and then gave Blue a slight smile. “If they can’t tell you – I guess you won’t know - for sure.”
“Well, I would have said you’ve been honest with us
– until you just told us you
were acting under orders,” Scarlet admitted with a wry grimace.
“But I wasn’t lying – I just didn’t tell you everything there was
to tell,” she reasoned.
“Oh my God, she’s a Svenson all right…” Symphony commented
wearily. Blue glanced down at her with some consternation.
Ochre looked pointedly at Cadenza. “So, now you had better tell
us everything there is to tell, about what happened back there, when you shot
Scarlet. It seemed to me that… well, I mean, are
you and your colonel – well, are you …
umm…?”
“No, we are not ‘umm’,
Captain Ochre,” she smiled, adding a little forlornly, “at least, not any more.”
“But you were?” he persisted.
“We were… friends, for awhile… close friends.
But I doubt it ever meant that much to Conrad…”
“Conrad!” Flaxen gasped. She was roundly
‘shushed’ from several directions.
“Conrad Turner is a very private man and totally dedicated to his
work with Spectrum. We met,
originally, several years ago, before Spectrum was created.
I had been sent on a space flight orientation course, intended by the WAS
to distract me from… personal problems. My fiancé had recently been killed when
a jet he was testing exploded on take off. We were both test pilots and I was scheduled to take that job
– but I was running late and Ed took my place.
I guess I was more than a little guilt-ridden and Conrad was… kind. He was lonely too – he always seems
lonely - and for a little time, we were both a lot less lonely. He took me under his wing and
taught me a lot – about flying, you moron!” She rolled her eyes at Blue’s
sniggering.
“We grew very close and I thought we might make a go of it – but
then the Spectrum job was offered to him and Conrad left me – of course, I
didn’t know why he left at the time.
I never thought I would see him again.
It is a measure of the man that he drafted me onto his staff, despite our
history… So, I hope you can see why I felt I had to stop you shooting him, Paul? Some loyalties last a long time and you
can’t ignore an appeal to them…”
Scarlet laid a gentle hand on her arm and she gave a shaky smile
in response.
“How long
were you together?” Garnet asked quietly.
Her ready sympathy had been touched by Cadenza’s halting admission.
“Three years,” she replied, adding almost to herself, “all bar
four months, and sixteen days.” She glanced up. “And will you stop grinning,
Adam? I am not blind, you know!”
“But you are not…together now?” Ochre repeated.
“He’s the commander-in-chief of Spectrum and I am an Angel pilot. It wouldn’t do…” There was a hint of repressed anger in her voice.
“And Kevin Wainwright?” asked Scarlet gently.
“Kevin doesn’t know… Oh, he may suspect a great many things – but
he doesn’t know anything.”
Well aware of Karen Wainwright’s incisive intuition, Scarlet
wondered if that was indeed the case.
Kevin Wainwright might well be equally as adept at reading the undercurrents
between people. If that was the case, he was, obviously,
also more adept at keeping his insights secret than the Karen at home. Scarlet could see that Cadenza was upset
by the whole subject and in an attempt to reassure her he said, “That wasn’t
your Conrad Turner, in that cave, Eva,
– that was Captain Black – in most dimensions he is the man who led the
expedition to Mars and – ultimately – you could say he got us all into this
mess.”
“Who went to Mars in your World?” Ochre asked.
Cadenza grimaced.
“It should have been Conrad, of course, but General White refused his permission
– saying Spectrum was still too new an organisation to function without its
commanding officer. I don’t think Conrad has forgiven him for that – even now.
In the end, an officer from the Space Corp was given a courtesy rank in Spectrum
– as Captain Zircon – for the duration of the mission.
He piloted the Zero X craft; and whilst a group of officers were exploring in a
Mars Rover, he panicked and fired at the Mysteron City – as far as we know. He
was the only survivor amongst the crew, but he disappeared when the craft
returned to Earth. He seems
to be closely involved with whatever attacks the Mysterons launch on us. There are always reports of his being
seen close to the scene of the crimes.
It was a young guy called Stephen Kalinski – although the papers took to calling
him Steve Zodiac once his mission was announced,” she shrugged – “I guess it
amused them.”
“General
White? You mentioned a General White…”
Flaxen said.
“He’s our voice on the Joint Committee for Chief of Staff. An Ex-Admiral – quite a martinet by all accounts –
Conrad’s known him for years.”
“That figures…” Scarlet muttered. He was struggling to put his
finger on a tantalising aspect of their confrontation with the Mysterons’
principal agent, something which suggested it might reveal a fact of immense
importance. “Captain Black seemed to
know about each of us, didn’t he?
In fact, he made a point of listing the… flaws he chose to ascribe to each of
us,” he mused aloud. “He
wasn’t at all surprised to see four individuals from different dimensions, was
he? And, what is even more amazing when you think about it – he knew we were
from different dimensions… we never told him that.”
“Maybe each of you can be described the same way, whatever the
dimension?” Garnet suggested.
“No.” Scarlet shook his head decisively. “There are similarities
between us all, right enough – but you’ve seen it, Adam - we are not the same in
every dimension.” Force of habit
made him turn to Blue for the prompt his mind needed.
For once
they were on the same wavelength and without hesitation the American said,
“Maybe, in every dimension of our world – we are fighting the same enemy.”
Scarlet nodded emphatically as the theory started to gel in his
mind. “We know almost nothing about the
Mysterons, let’s face it. It looks
very much as if they can hop from dimension to dimension at will – trying out
their revenge on each of us. They
did say their goal was the ultimate destruction of
all life
on Earth. “
“That’s a bit
far-fetched,” Ochre said doubtfully. “Far more likely that Black was just
bluffing to throw us off the scent.
If we are duplicated in other dimension – he must be too…”
“Yes, I suspect he
is,” Cadenza said thoughtfully, “but remember –according to string theory there
are up to eleven dimensions and countless parallel universes. Quantum mechanics
explains that every outcome in every universe is possible, therefore every
possibility must occur somewhere – we just can’t determine where. Improbable things happen everyday at the level of quantum
mechanics – you could say our universe depends on them happening. So, the same things do not result in the
same things happening to the same people in every dimension – we three are prime
examples of that – and Conrad never went to Mars in my dimension… in others he
may not even be in Spectrum, but living happily with a family somewhere.”
“So, the Conrad Turner that did go to Mars may be ‘spread
through’ the dimensions?”
Ochre scratched his head. “Life used to be bad enough without all
of this…”
Scarlet had been concentrating on pinning down his elusive idea
and now he turned to Blue and asked, “Adam, do you remember what Svenson said in
Boston? …. About the pacifiers being established technology in that dimension,
and how the Mysterons might be manipulating the technology from a world they
have subdued, to affect the worlds in other dimensions that they have not been
able to subdue?”
Blue nodded.
“What had Black done to the pacifier when you examined it?”
Scarlet asked sharply.
“He had reduced the frequency pulse and there were several
disconnected circuits – I have no idea what they were intended to do. Maybe
Black was dismantling it?”
“No, wait – could he have been disconnecting it from its
stationary power source – or replacing that power source with something that
would allow the Mysterons to transport a working machine through the
dimensions?” Scarlet’s excitement increased with every idea that came to
him.
Ochre interrupted, “Well, now you mention it… I remember hearing
him tell the other Mysterons he had with him that the machine had to be moved to
a new location, after he had disconnected it.
I took it to mean that he wanted it moved to somewhere on the island – or
another volcano.”
At these words, Scarlet looked at Blue and two pairs of blue eyes
met – one pair a deep sapphire-blue, the other, pale enough to appear grey in
certain lights. A flash of
inspiration fired their intellects, and with a familiar ease their ideas sparked
off each other.
“It is possible; I saw some shards of a crystal in the base of
the machine near a group of wires that looked like later additions. Black might have been rigging a power source of some kind…”
Blue looked at Scarlet frowning, “If they transport the machines at will across
the dimensions, we’ll never stand a chance of stopping them…”
“True,” Scarlet conceded, then he reasoned, “but this may be the
last working machine. There were
two of them - at home - and Blue destroyed the one at Vesuvius, now the
remaining one, in my world, is in pieces at the bottom of the sea after the
Angel strike sunk Gaspari and Dincerler’s boat…”
“Then, might the Mysterons still be able to recreate it?” Cadenza
interjected.
“No, I don’t think so.
It seems to me, that whatever is causing these inter-dimensional portals to open
is also restricting their options, and limiting what they can do.
Rather like the interference with our communication systems… at least I
hope so,” he concluded honestly.
“But, if they can still transfer things through the dimensions,
it hardly seems much of a restriction…” Ochre moaned.
“Our machine might have come from Svenson’s world. We have no way
of knowing for sure,” Blue mused.
“It seems a likely possibility, because - even if Dincerler was Mysteronised and
moved across the dimensions – chances are it would take him decades to influence
research and development in other worlds…unless, of course,
he turned up with a working machine and convinced - a less than scrupulously honest -
Professor Gaspari to pass it off as his own research. Gaspari had been
investigating the possibilities of a similar machine for several years; don’t
forget. The working machines
we have here are still fairly new and considered the cutting edge of
technology…”
“They must’ve been rolling them out across the dimensions,”
Scarlet reasoned. “Having discovered them in Svenson’s
world, they have been gradually moving them into the other dimensions…”
“But, you can’t be sure they won’t just go and get another one –
if we destroy this one.” Symphony pointed out.
The two men were startled from their intense theorising by the
interruption, and Scarlet said slowly, “I don’t think they can… I think
something is affecting their ability to move between them through the
dimensions… otherwise why was Black bothering to salvage this machine?”
“That could be it; it would explain why they are in a hurry to
copy or transport this machine…” Blue agreed. “Or it may just be something as
prosaic as the fact that all the working machines from Svenson’s world have been
used – remember, we don’t know how many other dimensions this has happened in
already…”
“Surely, given their technical abilities, they can make more
machines,” the Angel persisted.
“It might take time and … they seem in a hurry,” Scarlet
reasoned.
“And why would the Mysterons be in such a hurry?” Flaxen asked
sharply.
That stopped them for a moment until Cadenza suddenly snapped her
fingers.
“The window of opportunity…” She pointed at Blue as if he was
negligent for not thinking of this earlier. The men looked at her in mild
confusion. “I think I can answer your question,
Captain Flaxen. Conrad told me a
few months ago, that there is a particular alignment of planets coming up this
year… one that would add significantly to the gravitational forces acting on the
Earth. There has been some
discussion in the media, about whether it might effect communications and
navigational equipment and all sorts of peripherals, but he said he had seen a
report from the World Environmental Agency, speculating that it might also
increase the risk of earthquakes, volcanic eruptions and such like phenomena.”
“So, if that is true…” Scarlet gasped, as the enormity of the
possibility began to become obvious.
“Any volcanic event would be magnified by the conditions
resulting from the planetary alignment,” Blue concluded with an identical snap
of his long fingers. “It is an ideal opportunity for the Mysterons to get the
most destructive power from their machines.”
“Our next act of
retaliation will see pillars of fire destroy
all around them before rings of fire engulf many seas and darken all the skies.” Scarlet quoted with a hollow ring to his voice.
“They were being quite literal – all the skies of every world…all the seas…”
“You mean our own
dimensions could all be under attack at the same time?” Ochre asked, as what
he’d heard began to make sense.
Blue nodded. “We have to destroy that machine before
they can get it back!”
Flaxen had been
listening to the conversation with a frown on her face. “I’m still not sure I
believe all of this time-warping stuff, but, I agree that if you feel we should
shut down the machine, we’d better get on with it, before Black comes back with
more Mysteronised agents.”
Captain Ochre led the main party back to the surface in search of
suitable tools to destroy the pacifier.
Scarlet’s warning about ricocheting bullets was still valid, and the job would
have to be done manually rather than with an explosive charge, which might carry the risk of blocking the portals
and preventing the return of the visitors to their home worlds.
Captain Scarlet, Captain Blue and Cadenza started back to the
pacifier to attempt to switch it off again, and make sure there was no further
Mysteron activity before the machine was finally destroyed. Their journey was
uneventful and the lifeless bodies of the former Mysteron agents were still
where they had fallen – cold and motionless.
Flaxen’s security agents reported no further incursions and, conscious that what
they were about to do might trigger a tremor, Blue ordered them back to the
tunnel entrance, to assist the wrecking party’s search.
A little uncertainly, they left, after Scarlet had emphatically backed up his
colleague’s orders.
Captain Blue sighed deeply as he watched them walk away. This constant mistrust of his motives was wearing his
patience.
Scarlet and Cadenza guarded the entrance as, once again, Blue
squatted before the bulky grey machine and unscrewed the fascia with the
screwdriver attachment on his pen-knife. He glanced up momentarily, after some
minutes, to see Cadenza, her hands over her ears, grimacing at Scarlet, who was
also suffering from the pressure build-up of the low frequency pulses.
In consideration of their discomfort, he adjusted the frequency and toned
down the force of the pulses as much as he could.
“Thanks,” Scarlet said, as the pressure lessened. “When I first
encountered that machine in my dimension, it burst my ear-drums in less time
than we’ve been standing here.”
“Can you switch it off?” Cadenza asked, coming to crouch beside
Blue and frowning in at the complex electronics.
“Yes, I can, but what if that triggers an eruption or a
rock-slide? We’d be trapped in here. Now, I know the thought might not fill
you two with trepidation, but it sure as hell scares me,” he replied with
exaggerated reasonableness.
“Well, you go and I’ll switch it off,” she
offered. “You can dig me out later…”
“No way,” both men said in unison.
“Besides,
Sonata made me promise I’d take care of you and I know what a temper she’s got
when thwarted…” Scarlet grinned.
“I can take care of myself,” she protested, shaking her head at
their misguided chivalry. “I
thought we’d agreed that this could be more important than one person’s
continued existence anyway…”
“No,” Blue snapped decisively.
“This is my dimension and I’m in charge – at least I was when all this started. If anyone’s responsible for switching it
off, it’s me.”
“They might accuse you of working for the Agency – if an eruption
happens,” Scarlet warned.
“If an eruption happens, I’ll be too dead to care what they
accuse me of,” Blue said dryly.
“In which case, I’ll be relying on you two to clear my name.” He looked at their bleak faces and
grinned as his flippant humour reasserted itself.
“It may not have much credit with the rest of the world, but I am kinda
proud of my family name… no real idea why… I’d hate to see it dragged through
the mud, especially unfairly. My
Dad does a pretty good job of alienating people all on his own – but that
vilification is, at least, justified.”
Cadenza looked searchingly at him.
“You don’t like him much do you?”
“It’s mutual,” Blue shrugged.
“Still, he is all I have and I won’t let anyone except me demonise the old
curmudgeon.”
She sighed. “Yes, we’re like that at home.
My sisters and I fight like cats and dogs – but woe betides the outsider
that’s mad enough to pick a fight with a Svenson – the ranks close tighter than
a clam.”
Blue disconnected a few wires and pulled a circuit board from the
machinery. The thumps slowed and stopped.
“Now what?” Cadenza whispered in the unaccustomed silence.
“”We hold ourselves ready to run like the blazes if a quake
starts,” Scarlet replied sardonically.
Blue rubbed the end of his nose thoughtfully. “Maybe there is a
way to send it back to Svenson’s dimension?”
“So the Mysterons can patch it up and use it again? Use your
loaf, Blue-boy,” Scarlet retorted.
“Blue-boy?” the American grinned.
Scarlet flushed. “Sorry, forgot you weren’t
the right one for a moment there…”
“You’re right, Paul,” Cadenza said. “We’ll wait for Ochre to
arrive with the crowbars and then we’ll do a demolition job to end then all.”
“Symphony said she met him – your ‘real
Adam’
in the tunnel they hid in. You were right, he is looking for you, and now he
knows how to find you – and that you are to be found,” Blue volunteered.
Scarlet grinned.
“Good old Adam – I knew he wouldn’t let me down.”
“Tell me about him… and about what’s happened to you in your
World,” Cadenza pleaded as she settled back against the cave wall.
“Yeah,” Blue seconded, as he too flopped against the wall. “Let’s
see what he’s got that I haven’t….” he added wryly to himself.
“How long have you got?” Scarlet teased, and began to explain the
way things were in
the real world….
~oo0oo~
Captain Ochre scanned the horizon with his binoculars as Flaxen
and Garnet scoured the site for shovels, wrenches and crowbars.
He smiled as Flaxen exclaimed cheerfully and waved a metal cutter aloft as she
emerged from the store-room. The injured security lieutenants – patched up from
the medical kit - were occupied making the base secure and the others were lower
down the mountain, keeping an eye on the Agency prisoners. Symphony sat a few metres away on a prominent boulder,
keeping watch on the approaches to the site.
He’d seen her reporting back to Cloudbase – the epaulettes on her uniform
had flashed green briefly and then turned to a clear light – indicating that she
was talking to the colonel. He half
expected his own epaulettes to flicker into life as a result, but they remained
silent. Whatever Symphony had told the colonel, it had been enough to reassure
him that the mission was on course.
He wished he could believe that himself.
It had been hard enough to believe that Scarlet was from a different
dimension but then the Angel had turned up – a woman who shared the same
affliction as Scarlet and himself -
if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he’d have doubted the truth of it. Yet, the fact that there were others
experiencing the same traumas and confusion as he somehow made it easier to
accept. He knew Scarlet had made a
far better job of coming to terms with it and it looked as if Cadenza had found
a way to live with it too.
He stirred and smiled encouragingly at the foraging party. Only Garnet smiled back, colouring
slightly as she met his eyes. A flash of anger flared up in him - it looked as
if the other two had the love and support of their chosen partners to help them
– whilst he – well, Claudia had ditched him and run straight into the arms of
another man – another Scarlet. He
saw Garnet shy away as she saw his expression change and he cursed to himself.
No, that isn’t what I
want to happen, no, not now, not ever… his
heart protested. But it is hopeless, she’s got to go with Scarlet – I’ll lose her twice….
his rational mind reasoned.
“Are you okay, Lieutenant?” he heard himself ask her. “You mustn’t overtire yourself.”
Garnet gave him a shy smile, “I’m feeling fine, Captain, and I
want to do what I can to help. I
feel I have been nothing more than a hindrance so far.”
“I am sure no-one thinks that,” he reassured her.
“But you must pace yourself –
after we’ve finished with this; you and Captain Scarlet still have to
find the portal to take you back to your own dimension.” Did his eyes deceive
him, or was her expression one of sadness?
“I know, and I guess it is important that we go – we could mess
things up here if we stayed.”
“Would you mind it so very much, if you couldn’t find the way
back, or if whatever Scarlet and Blue seem to think is affecting the portals,
meant you couldn’t get back?”
She gave him a nervous glance and then shrugged.
“I’m not sure. It’s not so
bad being here…” She drew a breath and said in a rush, “I don’t know how she
could have left you… I mean, Captain Scarlet is a nice man… he’s very kind,
but…well, I mean, I don’t understand it.
I hope you don’t blame me for what she did to you?”
Ochre’s smile was bright with the resurgent hope that sprang into
his very being. “No, Claudia, I don’t blame you…” His hand moved to her arm and
her hand covered his. Their eyes
locked and in that moment a complete understanding blossomed between them. “He’ll argue you should go…” he reminded
her.
“I know and he’ll probably be right.
But, Richard, if fate sent me here, maybe fate will find a way to keep me here.”
“Fate isn’t often on my side, Claudia.”
“Nonsense, fate doesn’t keep score… sooner or later everyone gets
a turn and receives … an unexpected gift...”
Ochre smiled. “You
would be the most welcome and unexpected gift I could imagine.
But you must have a life back where you came from – friends, family…
lovers?”
She blushed. Intuition told her that she had to take this
opportunity to say what she felt – that fate was offering her this one chance to
declare her wishes – her unexpected gift.
“My folks
are both dead and I was an only child.
I never met anyone who makes me feel as you make me do, Richard,” she confessed.
“Did you ever meet the Richard Fraser from your dimension?” There
was a hint of jealousy in his question.
Claudia shook her head and said shyly, “Even if I had done, I
doubt it would have felt like this.”
“How do you feel, Claudia?”
“Excited, happy…needed.” Her dark eyes met his and she saw again
the pain behind his hard-pressed emotional defences.
“I guess I can relate to that,” he said gently. “I just wonder
how we’ll convince Scarlet you have the right to stay…”
Her heart skipped at his words, even as her features hardened and
he recognised the flare of temper in her dark eyes.
“He can’t force me to go, Richard. After all – what can he do? He can court-martial me until Kingdom
Come – back there – what do I care, if I am here with you?”
Ochre’s face lit up with an indescribable joy. Maybe life isn’t so bad after all, he
thought.
“You ready to go?” Flaxen said sharply.
She had been watching the inter-play of gesture and expression between the two
of them with a sinking heart as she approached them.
“Sure, lead on, Flax.” Ochre slapped her shoulder with an excess
of good humour as he went to alert Symphony to their departure.
Flaxen sighed and handed Garnet a bundle of tools to carry. “Come
on, Lieutenant… the sooner we get this finished the sooner you can go home…”
Garnet watched the other woman walk away with a new and
unexpected insight into the situation.
It made her wonder if she would be doing the right thing by staying here… should
the chance arise. It seemed that even this wonderful,
promise-filled new world would be no bed of roses. But, she thought assertively, I have as much right as anyone to strive for
my own happiness and I can think of nothing I’d miss so much it makes me want to
leave here… leave him. She corrected herself with her usual honesty.
So resolving to leave it all to fate, Garnet followed the
procession back towards the tunnel entrance.
As they clanked along the tunnel approaching the pacifier, they
could hear laughter echoing back from the cave.
The vibrations had stopped some time ago and as they neared the entrance
they caught snatches of animated conversation
“They really blew it up? You’re telling me that your Blue and Ochre blew up the entire Atlantica naval base?” Captain Blue’s gleeful laughter rang around the walls. “And they still have their commissions? Oh boy, I should get so lucky! If I ever totalled so much as one insignificant SPV, I guess Whitey would throw every volume of the book at me! ”
“Well, the colonel reasoned that the Mysteronised champagne was
really to blame, and he could hardly punish them any more stringently than he
punished the rest of us for drinking it.
But he was down like a ton of bricks on the pair of them, at the slightest sign
of misbehaviour, for months afterwards, and they both had to write detailed –
and very apologetic – reports. Adam
wouldn’t show me what his said – I’d have given a month’s salary to read it
too!”
“Your colonel sounds quite a man…” Cadenza said cheerfully.
“Yeah, they don’t come much better than Colonel White,” Scarlet
admitted with a wry smile. Who would have ever thought I’d miss the old martinet?
The conversation ceased as the foraging party entered the cavern
and Ochre distributed the tools.
Everyone took part in the systematic dismantling and destruction of the
pacifier. Blue and Cadenza removed much of the
internal electronics and picked it apart, Ochre disconnected the power relays
and the amplification system, whilst Scarlet and the others slashed and hacked
the framework into unusable lumps of metal.
Finally Scarlet dropped the hammer he’d been using to smash a rod
of metal that had penetrated deep into the surrounding volcano.
“Well, I don’t think even the Mysterons could reconstruct this in a
hurry,” he said, wiping his brow.
“It looks pretty thoroughly dismantled to me.”
“Just to be sure, I suggest we take some of this and drop into
the sea. Some components can be taken back to
Cloudbase for analysis and evaluation,” Blue suggested, as he examined a
particularly complex piece of circuitry.
“Who knows, Lieutenant Green might be able to make some use of it – she’s
a dab hand at computers.”
“Can I take some of it back with me?” Cadenza asked. “I did promise Sonata I’d take her a present from ‘the other
side’ and if the parts are scattered through our dimensions, surely that will
make reconstruction beyond even the Mysterons?”
“Don’t see why not,” Blue agreed.
The others nodded.
“How will you explain what has happened?” Symphony asked. She had played little
part in the more physical destruction of the machine and was obviously suffering
with the heat.
Cadenza shrugged. “I
shan’t – well not in detail anyway – except, maybe, to Conrad, if he asks.” She
smiled across at Scarlet. “I will
tell Sonata about you - and some of the things the pair of you got up to – you
and the Adam in your world.” She grinned. “It makes the trouble we get into seem
mild by comparison.”
Scarlet returned the grin. “Oh, come on now, I bet you don’t do
that badly yourselves.”
“Well,” she teased, “if we get time, I might be prevailed upon to
regale you with a few of the wilder doings of the Metcalfe-Svenson branch of the
Angels’ Hell-fire club…..”
“Good grief - do you think my delicate psyche could survive the
shame?” Blue asked artlessly.
“You? You have no shame….” Symphony said
curtly.
Blue looked at her and dropped his eyes in the face of her
challenging stare.
Scarlet sighed. That
was one problem Blue would have to deal with on his own.