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Authors: Brian Lumley

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“Quickly!” said the newcomer. “If you want to live.”
“Stand still!”
Vyotsky shouted, but Jazz and Zek were already moving to obey the stranger. As they stepped toward the cave, so he came out to meet them. Vyotsky saw him. Because of his cloak, at first the Russian mistook him for one of Shaithis's lieutenants.
The stranger held out an urgent hand to the pair, held up his cloak almost as if to shield them. He drew them toward him …
So much Vyotsky saw, but in the next moment … the Russian blinked, used his free hand to rub furiously
at his eyes. They'd gone—all three, gone! But he hadn't seen them step back into the cave.
A huge hand fell on Vyotsky's shoulder and he froze. Shaithis's monstrous voice hissed in his ear: “Where
are
they? Did your weapon strike them? I hope for your sake it did not!” Vyotsky didn't look back, simply continued to gape at the empty ledge ahead.
“Well?” Shaithis's fingers dug into Vyotsky's shoulder.
“I didn't hit them, no,” the Russian gulped, shook his head. “There was someone else. A man in a cloak, and a mask. He came … and he took them!”
“Took them? A man in a cloak and—?” Shaithis's breath was hot on Vyotsky's neck. “A mask of gold, perhaps?”
Now Vyotsky looked at him—and at once shrank back, cringing from the horror of his face. “Why … why, yes. He came—and he went! And they went with him …”
“Ahhh!”
Shaithis hissed. “The Dweller!” His fingers were like the jaws of a steel clamp, crushing Vyotsky's shoulder. For a moment the Russian thought he intended to hurl him down from the ledge.
“It … it wasn't my fault!” he gibbered. “I found them, followed them. Maybe they slipped into the cave there. Maybe all three of them are there!”
Shaithis sniffed the air, his blunt snout quivering. “No,” he finally said. “Nothing. No one. You failed me.”
“But—”
Shaithis released him. “I won't kill you, Karl. Your spirit is puny but your flesh is strong. And there are uses to which good strong flesh can be put in the aerie of Shaithis of the Wamphyri.” He turned away. “Now follow me down. And be warned: do
not
try to run away. For if you do that a second time it will make me very, very angry. I would give you to my favourite
warrior. All except your quivering heart, which I would eat myself!”
Vyotsky watched him commence the descent, gritted his teeth and slowly lifted the barrel of his gun.
Without looking back, Shaithis said: “Yes, by all means do, Karl—and we shall see which one of us is caused the most pain.”
The Russian's tense expression slowly slackened, relaxed. How could you fight beings like these? What hope did any man have of ever defeating or even damaging something like Lord Shaithis? He let out his pent breath, gulped, put his weapon on safe and followed timidly on behind the other where he made his way down from the ledge.
Below in the woods a great wolf howled piteously—Zek's Wolf, who knew that his mistress was now removed from him and gone far away. He lifted his head and howled again, the cry rippling from his taut throat. Then he sniffed the air and looked north and a little west, across the mountains. She was there, yes. That was the way he must go.
Grey as the night, Wolf began to climb through the trees. Two figures passed him going down. He curled his upper lip back, writhing from his carnivore teeth. But he made no sound. They passed out of sight into the misty woods. Wolf let them go and continued on his way.
The siren call of his mistress was strong in his mind …
 
It was noon at Perchorsk, but in the metal and plastic bowels of that place it could be midnight and nothing would be changed. One change at least was occurring, however, and Direktor Luchov and Chingiz Khuv were watching as a team of workmen fitted pipes high in the wall of the perimeter corridor. The pipes were maybe seventy millimeters in diameter, made of black plastic, and might in other circumstances be conduits for heavy-duty
electrical cable. But that was not their purpose.
“A failsafe?” Khuv said. He looked flustered. “But I know nothing about this. Perhaps you'd explain.”
Luchov looked at him, tilted his head on one side a little. “You work here,” he shrugged, “and I have no reason to keep it from you. I proposed this mechanism some time ago. It is simplicity in itself, and quite foolproof. What's more, it's cheap and very quick and easy to install—as you can see. If you follow these pipes you'll see that they go straight back to the loading bays inside the main-doors. There you'll find a fifteen thousand litre container on the back of a truck. The truck is locked in position with its brakes on, rotor arms removed. That, too, is a failsafe. The pipes connect directly to the truck and they're being laid throughout the Projekt.”
Khuv's frown grew deeper. “I've seen the truck,” he said. “It's a military supply vehicle, carrying chemical fuel for flamethrowers. Are you telling me that these pipes will carry
that
stuff? But it's highly corrosive! Man, it would eat through this plastic in a matter of minutes!”
Luchov shrugged. “By which time it wouldn't matter anyway,” he said. “A failsafe only has to work once, Major, and that's the beauty of this one. Gravity fed, fifteen thousand litres of highly combustible fuel will rush downward through these pipes and circulate right through the Projekt in less than three minutes. As it courses along its way there are sprinklers. They will spray the fuel under pressure into every corner. Its fumes are heavy but they'll spread very rapidly. The Projekt has laboratories, boiler rooms, electrical fires, workshops, a thousand naked flames of one sort or another.” He shrugged again. “But I'm sure you can see what I'm getting at. We can sum it up in one very descriptive word: inferno!”
A short distance away, Vasily Agursky had paused to listen. Khuv had noticed him and now he deliberately
stared at him. Still looking at Agursky, Khuv said: “I take it this information is not sensitive? If it is, you should know we are being eavesdropped.”
“Sensitive?” Luchov glanced along the corridor, saw Agursky. “Ah, but it is sensitive, yes! Everyone who works here in the Projekt will soon be aware exactly how sensitive it is. It would be criminally irresponsible for anyone to try to keep it a secret. There will be notices posted everywhere explaining the system in great detail. This is not a matter for the KGB, Major, but for humanity. It is not your sort of ‘security' but mine—and my superiors'. And
your
superiors'!”
Agursky came closer, joined Khuv and Luchov. “If this system is ever used,” he said, in a strange, emotionless voice, “The Projekt would be destroyed utterly.”
“Correct, Vasily,” Luchov turned to him. “That is its purpose. But it will only be used if another horror like Encounter One should ever escape from the Gate!”
Agursky nodded. “Of course, for fire destroys them. It's the only way we can be sure that nothing like that ever gets out into the world again.”
“More than that,” said Luchov. “It's the only way we can be certain that this place never becomes the focal point of World War Three!”
“What?” Khuv snapped.
Luchov rounded on him. “Oh? And do you think the Americans will sit still for a second of those nightmares launched from here into their airspace? Man, you know as well as I do that they think we're manufacturing them!”
Khuv drew air in a gasp, became suspicious in a moment. “Who have you been talking to, Viktor? That sounded very much like something the British spy Michael Simmons once said to me. I hope you haven't been interfering in things which don't concern you. I accept that this failsafe of yours is probably necessary, but I will not accept anyone meddling in my work!”
“Are you accusing me of something?” Luchov kept his anger under control.
“Maybe I am,” Khuv's tone was icy. “We still don't know where you disappeared to for three hours when that damned esper ran amok in here. Is that it? Has Alec Kyle been talking to you?”
Luchov scowled, the veins in his seared skull pulsing. “I've told you, I don't know what happened to me that night. I suppose I was unconscious. Maybe it was an attempt to kidnap me—bungled, as it turns out. As for this—Alec Kyle?—I've not only never met him, I've never even heard of him!” Which was true enough, for the man he'd spoken to was called Harry Keogh.
Agursky had turned away, leaving them to their argument. Khuv watched him go, staring hard after his departing, white-smocked figure. Was there something wrong with the peculiar little scientist? Or … not wrong but different? Something …
different
about him?
“Aren't you interested how it's triggered?” Luchov asked, still glaring.
“Eh? Oh, yes, very interested. I'd also like to know if there's a failsafe for your failsafe!” Khuv's attention was back on the Projekt Direktor. “This place houses some hundred and eighty scientists, technicians, soldiers at any given time of the day and night, and it contains many millions of roubles worth of equipment. If there was an accident—”
“Oh, there'll be no accident,” Luchov shook his head. “If it's ever used it will be a very deliberate act, I assure you. Let me tell you how it works.
“There's empty accommodation close to mine. That becomes the failsafe control centre, with access only to the officer on duty and round the clock access to myself. Oh, and yourself, too, I suppose, since you'll probably insist upon it. However, I shall expect you to make your name available for the duty roster, as mine will be.”
“Control centre?” said Khuv. “And what will this control centre contain?”
“A closed circuit TV monitor panel with three screens. One will watch the Gate and the others the stairwell through the shaft and the exit from it into the Projekt proper. There will be evacuation alert klaxons, too, though I admit a man will have to be pretty nimble to get out once they start sounding. As for the failsafe mechanism: two buttons and a heavy electrical switch. Button one will sound the evacuation alert in the upper levels the very
moment
that the Duty Officer sees anything come through the Gate. Button two will only be used if the creature is of
that
sort, and if the electrical fence, flame-throwers and Katushevs don't stop it. The button will control subordinate machinery: the alarms will sound more urgently, and steel doors will close in the ventilator shafts. If and when the creature passes from the core area, through the magmass levels and into the complex itself … then the switch is thrown. This cannot be done accidentally, or until the two buttons have been pressed. The switch, of course, opens the stopcocks on the tanker.”
“
Huh!
” Khuv grunted. “I note that your quarters—and the control centre—are not far removed from the loading bays and the main entrance.”
“Your own quarters are similarly situated, albeit on a different bearing,” Luchov pointed out. “We would have equal chances. So would anyone in that area, including your KGB men and parapsychologists.”
Khuv grudgingly conceded that. “And you think it's a wise move to tell everyone just exactly how this failsafe operates? You don't think it will scare them witless?”
“I think it probably will,” Luchov answered, “but I see no alternative. In the event of … a disaster, as many as possible should have the chance to live. And where the military is concerned: well, they are the only ones who can't run when the alarms start sounding. The
Katushev crews and the flamethrower squads. And here I'm afraid I begin to sound too much like you for my own liking—but at least they now have the ultimate incentive to stop any emergence from the sphere!”
Khuv pursed his lips, made no reply.
“And now that I have satisfied your curiosity,” Luchov continued, “perhaps you'd be so good as to tell me how your—experiments?—are proceeding? Have you had any message from those poor bastards you hurled through the Gate? Or have you simply written them off? And what about your investigations into this intruder affair. Do you know how he got in? What have you discovered about him?”
Khuv scowled, turned on his heel and strode away. Over his shoulder he called back: “At this moment in time I have no information for you, Direktor. But when I have all the answers, and when they make sense, then rest assured that you will be among the first to know of it.” He paused in his striding and looked back. “But you are not the only one who has been busy, Comrade, and I have made certain recommendations of my own. So far you have only considered an invasion from the other side, but my imagination is more wide-ranging. In a few days you will more fully comprehend my meaning, with the arrival of a platoon of crack assault troops—under my command!”
Before Luchov could inquire further, Khuv had passed through a bulkhead door and so out of sight …
 
In his private quarters, Vasily Agursky stared at himself in a mirror on his toilet wall. He stared, and had difficulty in believing what he saw. As yet no one else appeared to have noticed, but then no one took a great deal of interest in him. But Agursky knew himself very well indeed, and he also knew that what he saw in the mirror was more than the sum total of his parts. Of
his
parts.

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