Cosmosis

I hauled my way up another floor. My hands were only just now beginning to feel numb. I felt like they should have felt cold long before now, but I could still move them so I didn’t question it.

I was calm. Clear.

One more floor.

The point I wanted to enter the building was actually the same window I’d first seen Trapper in. Because…if memory served, Trapper had distracted Tasser with the firebomb and promptly disappeared.

But it had not closed that window.

The wind had pressed it shut, but it wasn’t locked or latched. So when I climbed up to its level and sidled onto the ledge.

Going around the corner was the worst part of the whole trip. On this side of the building, this high up, the wind blew stiffer. It didn’t push hard , but I was standing on a ledge two inches wide holding onto a tiny lip above the window. Even a gentle breeze made my stomach turn.

With one hand, I reached over and scraped at the edge of the window, trying to pry it open with my fingernails.

It felt frozen shut. But I managed to find the tiniest purchase and levered the window open a hair. That made it easier to get a grip with the rest of my too-long nails.

Still, I refused to rush.

I pulled the window open, reached inside and up, to brace my hand against the interior wall before gingerly ducking down and into the window.

I said.

He said, still rattled.

The window opened into a room lined with flickering low-resolution screens. This was the flickering light I’d seen from the ground.

I recognized the image from one of the screens as the hallway outside the room where we’d slept. Another screen delivered a badly cracked view of the machine room from the third building, the one Trapper had Kaczynski’d.

It couldn’t be a coincidence that this was the room we’d seen Trapper first in. Had it been content to stay in the room and deploy its disc traps remotely until Tasser and I had first glimpsed it?

Of course it would. It was trying to stall for time. Delay us. It had only gone out to engage us once we started moving through the buildings.

In the next room, I heard the scrape of boots on the tile-like floor. Only it wasn’t the next room. It was this one. Where most of the floors in the other structures had been divided into two, roughly square, rooms, the top floor here was a conjoined one, with a retractable screen between the two halves.

I peeked around one of the server stacks and saw Trapper shove a large yellow lever on a console in the other partition. A loud whir started up below.

As a matter of fact… that sounded like it came from outside.

I peeked out the window and saw the yard’s steel gate rise again. Although now that I really looked at it, ‘barricade’ might have been a better word.

Two more gunshots rang out from the lower floors. If Trapper was here, Tasser must have been shooting at discs.

Daniel said.

Trapper slipped back down the stairs and I sensed it conjure another crossbow bolt.

The Vorak hadn’t actually looked out the window like I had. If it had, it might have seen that Nemuleki had been willing to leave Tasser behind. They’d gotten the truck moving before the gate had even fully gone down. Even now, looking outside, I could see the roof of the truck peek out from the other side of the perimeter fence-wall.

My mind raced.

This would all come down to if Trapper had already looked outside or not.

Tasser had done something to open the gate from the bottom floor. The Vorak had been ready for it. So it had used the lever on the top floor to close the gate.

But if Trapper had been in a hurry, knowing there was an armed enemy in the building, there was a chance that it hadn’t actually looked out the window to see if the truck was still inside the gate…

If Trapper had been hasty, I could lure it back to this room, guaranteed.

I peeked from behind the cabinet. Trapper wasn’t in the room.

Speed was paramount. I went to the window first.

I popped the window open and unscrewed the vial of blood the Casti doctor had ‘traded’. There wasn’t much, but in the sealed capsule, it had stayed liquid.

A few drips onto the window sill. They would dry and harden quickly in the cold, but that was fine. The illusion didn’t need to hold up, just fool Trapper for a few moments.

I pushed the same yellow handle Trapper had reset, shoving back in position.

There was a loud, but distant whir as the facility slid open again.

Trapper’s reaction was instant.

No later than my hand left the lever did I hear claws and boots scramble against surfaces on the floor below. It would be here in seconds.

As silently as I could, I moved through the doorway, out into the hall with the stairwell. As long as I stayed in the corner, motionless, I wouldn’t be in Trapper’s field of view as it bounded up the stairs.

The sounds of it scrambling rushed closer and a blur of Vorak rushed up the stairs and dove through the doorway that I’d just come out.

I kept holding my breath, even as I gingerly climbed over the railing of the stairway and dropped down. I caught a glimpse of Trapper at the open window, poking its head outside and looking down.

Well, if it hadn’t known the truck was already past the gate, it did now.

Things moved fast. I landed on the stairs connecting the third and fourth floors and went down, just in time to see Tasser coming up from the second floor.

He snapped his gun toward me on habit, but quickly lowered it. The Casti looked like he was about to say something, but I put my finger to my lips and thank God , he understood the gesture.

Trapper was loudly searching the other room on the fourth floor, any second it would be coming down, we wanted to be long gone.

I gave one look up the stairs to check Trapper’s progress before starting toward Tasser.

We should be able to hold our breath and exit through the smoke. After that, we just needed to get to the gate, hop over it, and get in the truck.

Easy.

Daniel’s warning came too late.

I’d been so careful on my way up the exterior. I’d been so careful when I first wrapped my head around this Vorak’s abilities.

But when I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, for just a moment, I forgot about what kind of Name I’d given this otter.

There was a thin black disc peeking out from under the door I walked past, and I hadn’t seen it until I was just a foot away.

Tasser had sharper eyes than I did though.

He’d closed the distance toward me, just to get his pistol in position to shoot at Trapper when it came down the stairs. The Casti was close enough to see that I hadn’t seen the trap.

Tasser lunged forward, shoving me backward and scooping up the disc in his other hand.

The first time I’d seen this variety of trap, Tasser had disarmed it with a few bullets from a safe distance. But this time, the disc popped open. A wave of liquid splashed outward, hardening into foam that filled the hallway.

In less than a second Tasser was completely engulfed in the foam. I couldn’t even see a corner of his black poncho sticking out. The hardening foam filled every corner of the hall, forming itself into a solid wall affixed to every surface. It cut me off from the bottom floor.

I felt Trapper use its power to create a bolt.

No need to bother looking. I threw myself away from the stairs. The crossbow thwanged and the bolt buried itself in the wall next to where I’d been standing.

Heart pounding, I threw my weight into the door at this end of the third floor and barreled into the room. Unlike the floor above, this room didn’t connect to the next one.

I’d cornered myself.

Trapper knew where I was.

And it was armed, literally, to the teeth.

I hadn’t wanted to put this to the test, but I was out of options. Time to see if this Vorak really was a pushover up close.

If the top floor was a radio and computer room, then this room must have been a record storage room. The tall metal boxes were probably filing cabinets. The maps on the wall might have been surveys.

One of them even matched up decently with the map I had in my head.

Trapper didn’t immediately show itself. Instead, it took its sweet time coming down the stairs, crossbow at the ready. Any plan, this one included, benefitted from a hasty enemy.

But it was the Vorak being careful now. We’d shown that we could be tricky too much. It expected it from us now.

But that could actually work for me.

Decisiveness had its advantages too.

There was nowhere to hide in the room. No tables to upend, even the cabinet was tucked into the corner so it wouldn’t even fully cover me.

I could tell Daniel was about to say the same thing I was thinking.

Instead of backing further into the room, I crouched low, next to the bent remains of the sliding door, and went stock still.

Footsteps quietly tapped against the floor, closer and closer… as soon as it got close enough to touch the door…

I shoved the door, bending it back the other way. The goal was to hopefully slam it into Trapper’s raised arm or crossbow. But I underestimated the otter’s reflexes.

It swayed away from me, avoiding any connection from the door. But in doing so, it had to break its aiming stance. It stepped back toward the staircase, but I had momentum.

Carrying the crossbow in both hands meant it only had the two remaining limbs to maneuver with. And several times I’d seen firsthand that if Vorak wanted to move fast, they preferred all fours.

Trapper wasn’t ready for me to close the distance and it faltered when I got close enough to hit it.

I put my whole body weight into slugging the Vorak right between its eyes. I felt something crack , and shockingly, it wasn’t my hand.

Trapper swung the crossbow at me like a club and caught me on the shoulder, knocking me down. It didn’t miss the opportunity, and half pounced, half fell on me, trying to bite at my throat. I had multiple layers under the hoodie, so its teeth didn’t quite find purchase.

It was having a Vorak this close to me again that I began to appreciate how heavy the aliens were despite their size. Trapper was one of the skinniest otters I’d seen with long limbs, but it still outweighed me.

I planted my foot onto its belly and tried to make its weight work for me. I rolled backward and kicked it off me back into the room behind me.

It took precious seconds to scramble to my feet, with Trapper doing the same. The adrenaline drowned out the pain of whatever injuries I had. The Vorak spat a gob of dark purple blood onto the floor and raised its claws.

It had lost the crossbow in the tumble.

But what it hadn’t quite realized, is that I’d yanked the goggles off its face too.

“Game over,” I said, raising my palm.

There was a moment’s delay, but not enough for Trapper to defend itself.

A few feet in front of my hand, I pictured a million tiny sparks binding together into a pattern. A millisecond later, a bright explosion went off in front of Trapper.

The blast blew the windows out and Trapper stumbled backward, snarling.

I scooped up the crossbow bolt that had tumbled out of the weapon in the struggle and walked toward Trapper. In a way, it was like a playground game, like lava tag, or Marco Polo where one kid closes their eyes and has to still try to tag people.

Sometimes, kids would try to tag the blinded ‘it’. To be daring, or spiteful. Tag them one way, and move the other, and the blinded ‘it’ would go the wrong way.

I jammed the bolt into Trapper’s right thigh and then immediately ducked under the yowling swing it let out in that direction. We lined up and I seized a handfuls of its fur and suit with both hands.

I dropped my own weight, squatting under the Vorak and rolling it over me, and flinging it out the broken window.

There was a heavy thud where it hit the roof of the garage we’d sheltered in earlier. Looking out the window, I could see a hole torn in the sheet metal roof of the garage.

Would that fall have killed it? I wasn’t sure.

I doubted we were that lucky.

But it seemed even an Enumius Vorak wasn’t completely immune to a fall like that; when I came back out into the stairwell hall, the foam that had trapped Tasser was dissolving into dust.

He was on his hands and knees taking big breaths, but otherwise alive.

I helped him up and retrieved his pistol from where he’d dropped it. Had he tried to drop it for me to pick up? I didn’t need to stick around to consider the answer, so we made for the stairs.

The gas was dissipating too, and now that I was noticing it, it felt like I could sense the creations fade on my Enumius radar.

It was like seeing a shadow, or hearing absolute silence. It wasn’t quite ‘something’ in the normal sense, but it was like I was noticing the sudden absence of it.

<…y-…yeah.>

Wordless affirmation emanated from him for a moment. Using my flashbang on my own still took its toll on him it seemed.

Tasser and I both held our breath through the wisps of red gas that hung in the air, and we pushed out into the snowy yard.

My heart was still pounding, and I was sweating hard. Going back into the frigid wind while my body was still running hot was a shock.

But it was far from the hardest thing I’d had to do today.

Tasser and I trudged through the snow toward the gate, raised again now. Trapper had thrown the lever again, hadn’t it?

We could have gone to the top floor to throw the lever yet again . But neither Tasser nor I could be bothered.

Tasser, perhaps unsurprisingly now, did not need my help to scale the metal gate. Instead, he actually gave me a hand, hauling me up.

We dropped down on the other side, to find a surprised Nemuleki crouching in the snow with the heavy bolt-rifle. Had they been ready to cover our escape?

Seeing both of us shocked both Nemuleki and Nai though.

Nai looked like every second was a struggle to stay conscious. The moment its eyes found Tasser, the alien slumped over.

Twice now, in less than a full day, Tasser and I had come face to face with Vorak trying to kill us, and both times we’d come out the other side.

As the Nemuleki got the truck rolling again, Tasser rummaged through the truck’s bed and found another tarp like the one Trapper had hidden the vehicle under. It didn’t do much for the wind or cold, but it was something.

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Our truck was rolling through the snowy mountain road at a careful pace. Snow wasn’t coming down any more, but there was still plenty on the road to be hazardous.

Not to mention the truck’s window was broken and Tasser and I were each huddled under tarps in the bed. Speed meant wind. Wind meant more cold.

Daniel said.

I took a swig of partially frozen water from the tubes I had in my backpack,