Code Breakers Complete Series: Books 1-4 (6 page)

A new light shone in the far distance: a light beyond the city, into uncharted territory, into a land that no one he’d ever known had ventured since the rebuild. It was forbidden. The penalty was death—like almost every misdemeanour against the Family—and he, along with two people he’d known for just a few hours, were hurtling towards it in a train that should have been mothballed with all the others over fifty years ago.
 

There was a name for the place he was going: Purgatory. All his life he was told there was nothing out there. The Cataclysm had wiped out everything, and yet despite that, despite the evidence to the contrary, here he was rolling to a frightening new phase of his life with two anomalies, outliers, freaks.
 

When he saw his reflection in the window, he realised he looked just like them.

His new life was starting. A man reborn.

Chapter 5

The train came to a stop at a decrepit platform a few minutes later.
 

Old posters peeled from tiled walls. Mould colonised the paper, creating a map of its own organic tracks. Dark shapes skittered along the platform in the angle where the wall met the floor. Rats. Living creatures. Something Gerry hadn’t seen in City Earth.
 

There were pets and animals, sure, but certainly not living, just constructs to make people feel comfortable. It worked, of course. Not that he knew any different. A cat running on a Cemprom chipset and AI logic was enough for most people, but Gerry could tell there was something missing there: a lack of a spark, real randomness. But that was to be expected. The degree of AI in those things was barely above children’s toys. Still, most people were happy with them, happy to settle for a close approximation.
 

“What do they eat?” he asked.
 

“Sometimes people try to escape, find these old tunnels, and well… not many make it. Don’t have a train like us, see,” Petal said. “We’re getting off here, Gez. Need to get you kitted out.”

Petal and Gabriel alighted from the train and headed towards one of the mould-covered posters.
 

“Wait here a sec, Gez,” Petal said, as she approached the wall with Gabe.

A simple hand gesture from her elicited a red LED beam from the wall. It scanned her eye, and the poster, attached to a door, opened. Petal waited for Gabriel to crawl up into the dark gap before turning back, beckoning to Gerry.
 

He barely squeezed his large frame into the tunnel. Only the sliding of Petal’s and Gabriel’s shoes against the stone surfaces gave him any sense of direction. For hundreds of metres he crawled on hands and knees, occasionally scraping the crown of his head against the rough, low surface.
 

“How long does this go on for?” He tried to hide the strain in his voice, but the tremble was still evident. His breath became shallow, the confines of the small space crushing down on his psyche, making his chest feel as if someone stood on it, squeezing the air from his lungs.

His elbows and knees burned as they rubbed against the concrete. All he wanted to do was stretch out, but the tunnel remained unforgiving.
 

“Breathe, Gez. We’ll be out in a bit.”

How long was a bit? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? It felt like he’d been stuck in there for years already. He focused on the rhythm of shuffles ahead of him, counted his movements, listened to his breathing. Anything to not think about the mass that surrounded him like a tomb.

Up ahead, the pitch-black void took on a slate grey aura, and as he neared, its luminosity increased until finally Gabe pushed open another door. Artificial sunlight flooded the tunnel, covering Gerry as if it were a cleansing shower of healing water. He scrambled faster, wanting to reach the light before it went out.
 

Stretching his cramped legs, Gerry breathed a deep sigh of relief, letting out all the pent-up, trapped anxiety. Resting his hands on his knees, he waited for his back muscles to relax. All around him, the light beamed down from a solid OLED panel in the low ceiling of the room. The room itself was nothing more than a concrete cupboard. A vertical tomb this time. At least he could actually stand here.

Petal tapped him on the shoulder. “Just through here.”

Gabe took out his HackSlate, punched a series of finger gestures across its surface and waited. Two long seconds later, another door opened.
 

“I take it no one else knows this place is here?” Gerry asked as he followed Petal and Gabe into a larger room.

His answer came not from Gabe or Petal but from the unwelcome crackling of electricity from a stun-baton.

A black-masked figure shifted like a shadow and struck out with the baton, catching a bobbing Gabe on the shoulder. The force threw him back, knocking Petal to the ground and collapsing into Gerry’s arms.
 

The shadow phased closer, and the baton arced through the air again. Gerry twitched away, closed his eyes, and involuntarily tensed up, fully expecting to feel that surge of power through his nervous system for the second time that day.
 

It didn’t come.
 

All he heard was a low guttural choke and then the clatter as the baton crashed to the floor.
 

“Damned rat-bag. A breach? How the hell did she break our security?”

Petal stood wide-legged over the rumpled body of a woman in a black fabric suit. It no longer shifted in and out of the visual spectrum. It, like the woman wearing it, was no longer operational. Blood pooled from a twenty-millimetre hole created by a chromed spike extruding from the inside of Petal’s right forearm. She lifted it into the air, flicked back her wrist, and the spike telescopically shot back within a hidden subdermal sheath. Very clever. It made Gerry wonder what other tricks Petal hid under her sleeves—literally.
 

“Who, or what, is that?” Gerry asked.

“Ninjas, man. This is gettin’ serious.”
 

“You okay, Gabe?”

The hacker rubbed his shoulder, squinted. “Been better.”

“This ninja, who would have sent her, and why here?”
 

“We know why, man. That ain’t the problem. It’s by who that’s the issue.”

Gabe stepped over the corpse and motioned for Gerry to follow.
 

Racks standing over head height and extending five metres wide were filled with computers, cables, and more of that meshlike fibre-optic cabling. It looped from the top of the rack and ran across the ceiling and down the sides. Lights pulsed like fat pills through the cables as data flowed through the gas-filled tubes.
 

“Another secure network, I assume? Like your home?”
 

“Yeah, something like that, man.”

“It’s actually a Meshwork hub. The only one in City Earth, or I should say under it. No Family members can trace this. Like infiltrating from the inside. It’s how we track the AIs and stuff. Anyway, let’s see what the thief was after.”

Petal withdrew a HackSlate from her leather coat’s breast pocket. “Crap a doodle-do. Seems your pals from Cemprom have been tracking you, Gez.”

Gerry and Gabe huddled around Petal’s HackSlate. It streamed video, presumably from a hidden camera in their home. So much for it being secure.
 

“That’s Jasper!”

The white-haired man, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, led a team of heavily armed security.

“Is this live?”

“Nah, about five minutes ago.”

The video showed Jasper entering Gabe and Petal’s home through the smouldering remains of the front door. The haze of smoke marred the high-definition video. Jasper and his team systematically tore through the place, ripping out wires, scanning each nook and cranny.

“What are they looking for?”

“Traffic. They must’ve bugged you or had at least some kind of surveillance to have found our place. It’s secure as a gnat’s chuff on a winter’s day, but they ain’t blind. They can see our mesh protection. I don’t think this Jasper is the wet-behind-the-ears kid you think he is. That dude’s got some serious game face. He knows what’s going down.”
 

Jasper followed two wiry security women into the kitchen and approached the dead body of Mike. He crouched and lifted what was left of Mike’s head and stuck his fingers right into the eye socket, pulling out a wire. Taking a thinner slate, he attached the wire from Mike’s head and plugged it in. After a few seconds, Jasper disconnected, stood, and nodded to his team.

One of the members carrying a smouldering large shoulder-mounted weapon stepped forward and doused the body with steaming liquid, turning Mike into nothing more than soggy pulp.
 

“Poor Mike… this is… just…”

“Work of the devil, man. Ya pal Jasper ain’t no good. No good at all,” Gabe said.

“What the hell does all this mean?”

“You know as much as we do,” Petal said, closing the video and gesturing across the surface of her slate again. A string of numbers flowed down before coming to a stop. “Log files say the ninja didn’t change a thing. She managed to get into our system, but didn’t touch a damn thing.”

“Maybe she was just doing some reconnaissance?” Gerry was clutching at straws and had no clue as to what was going on. Why would Jasper connect to Mike’s… what exactly? His brain? Some kind of internal storage system? He’d known Mike since they were toddlers. He’d have known if he had any kind of cybernetic implants.
 

“You might be onto something there, Gez. I know one thing. She ain’t working for Jasper or the Family. Look at this.” Petal played another video. “This must have been just before we found her going by the time code.”
 

Jasper, seemingly satisfied with his business with Mike, approached the secret door leading to the old escalator when he suddenly turned his head. Piercing screams sounded from outside the kitchen. The video switched to the camera in the living room. Jasper’s entire security squad collapsed to the floor, simultaneously holding their ears. Their eyes distended, and veins popped from their foreheads. With a unified, horrific scream, the squad fled from the house.

Jasper ran into the shot, ran his hands through his hair, and spun away from the scene. Clenching a fist, he screamed at the walls before chasing after his squad.

“Ninja here must’ve set off our local EMP. Wow, it actually worked. Though this tells us something about your pal Jasper,” Petal said.

“It does?”

“Yeah, it tells us he ain’t on any network. The boy’s all flesh. No implants for him, otherwise he’d have been as fried as his little security detail there—unless he’s got some kind of internal dampener…” Petal pursed her lips, thinking.

“So this woman was helping us?” Gerry said.

Gabe shook his head. “No. This is what they want. The Family. This Jasper’s a fine actor—he knew what was gonna happen. With the EMP activated, our security’s blasted to the great hard drive in the sky. Our Meshwork hub here and node up there are the only ways into City Earth’s wider network. It’s how we make our money, ya see. We use our tech to track these AIs that are trying to do bad stuff, and we exorcise ’em. Only now, it seems we’ve been found out, and someone is using our gear to crack the network.”

“Damn it. You’re right, Gabe.” Petal frantically gestured across her HackSlate, shaking her head. “That other demon AI’s all over the place, piggybacking on our Meshwork to attack City Earth’s defences, which, now you and your pal Mike are out of the game, are severely weakened.”

“But Jasper is from the Family,” Gerry said. “Why would he sabotage the very city that belongs to him and his kind? It doesn’t make any sense. The guy is on the inside. If he wanted to get to Kuznetski, he’d just do it himself or use one of his relations. They rule this place. They don’t need to resort to all this nonsense just to get rid of the president.”

Gabe smiled. “So what does that tell ya, man?”

Gerry tried to think. As expected, his reliance on Mags, his AIA, had slowed his analytical thinking. He was tired, weak, and just couldn’t think. “I don’t know!” He kicked out at the woman on the floor. “This ain’t me—I don’t know all this stuff. I’m just a regular guy who’s been screwed over.” He wanted to explode. The frustration built in his head so that he thought he’d completely lose the plot, but then, like a supernova, the answer came to him.

“Jasper isn’t from the Family! Holy crap. He’s the insider… the hacker. He’s the swine that put the demon AI into Mike… and me. He must have been working with her.” Gerry nudged the woman again with a toe, fully expecting her to jump at the revelation.

“I think ya right, man. It’s logical. Enna could probably shed some light on this.”

“Enna?”

“Someone who hires us,” Petal said. “She gives us contracts, deals in information. She’ll pay big for this.” Her toothy grin was back, not from the situation but from the results of a NanoStem injection. The syringe stuck out of a raised vein on her forearm.
 

“Don’t look so freaked out, Gez. Think of this as medicine, yeah? I need it to help hold all this stuff in… I’ve a weak immune system; hence why we should get you geared up pronto. Talking of which, Gez, come here.”

Gerry stepped towards Petal, and that’s all he remembered.

***

A jabbing pain in his neck woke Gerry up. Touching it, he felt something cold and hard. Something made from metal. “What the hell?”

“It’s just a connection port, man,” Gabe said. “Ya’ll need it outside of the City. We had to put ya under. It can be messy.”

Gabriel was right. Next to Gerry’s foot lay a crimson pool. When he inspected his hand, spots of blood covered his fingertips. “It hurts like hell. Was this entirely necessary?” Gerry leant over and waited for a wave of nausea to pass. Neck ports weren’t unheard of. City Earth citizens had them up to a few years ago when they were outlawed due to the new all-encompassing wireless network.
 

Petal slapped him on the butt. “We’ve got work to do.”

Gerry sat back down on the plastic seat inside the train carriage and admired his new leather duster jacket and strong boots. The gun belt made carrying the revolver easier.