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  The exhaustive Prometheus Mission briefings on first contact flowed through his mind, complete with all the injunctions to refrain from hostile acts, but it was one thing to consider yourself expendable in pursuit of communication with aliens you might have gone calling on. It was quite another when they dropped in on you and started hauling you in like a fish!

  His face hardened, and he flipped up the plastic shield over the fire control panel. There’d been wrung hands at the notion of arming a “peaceful” interstellar probe, but the military, which provided so many of the pilots, had enjoyed the final word, and MacIntyre breathed a silent breath of thanks that this was a full-dress training mission as weapon systems came alive. He fed targeting data from his radar and reached for the firing keys, then paused. They hadn’t tried talking to him, but neither had he tried talking to them.

  “Unknown spacecraft, this is NASA Papa-Mike One-X-Ray,” he said crisply into his radio. “Release my ship and stand off.”

  There was no answer, and he glowered at the blip.

  “Release my ship or I will fire on you!”

  Still no reply, and his lips thinned. All right. If the miserable buggers didn’t even want to talk…

  Three small, powerful missiles blasted away from the Beagle. They weren’t nukes, but each carried a three-hundred-kilo warhead, and they had a perfect targeting setup. He tracked them all the way in on radar.

  And absolutely nothing happened.

  Commander MacIntyre sagged in his couch. Those missiles hadn’t been spoofed by ECM or exploded short of the target. They’d just … vanished, and the implications were disturbing. Most disturbing.

  He cut his engines. There was no point wasting propellant, and he and his captors would be clearing Heinlein’s transmission horizon shortly anyway.

  He tried to remember if any of the other Beagles were up. Judging by his own total lack of success, they would be none too effective against Whoever-They-Were, but nothing else in this vicinity was armed at all. He rather thought Vlad Chernikov was at Tereshkova, but the flight schedules for the Prometheus crews had grown so hectic of late it was hard to keep track.

  His Beagle continued to move towards the intruder, and now he was turning slowly nose-on to it. He leaned back as nonchalantly as possible, watching through his canopy. He ought to see them just about … now.

  Yes, there they were. And mighty disappointing they were, too. He didn’t really know what he’d expected, but that flattened, featureless, round-tipped, double-ended cylinder certainly wasn’t it. They were barely a kilometer clear, now, but aside from the fact that the thing was obviously artificial, it seemed disappointingly undramatic. There was no sign of engines, hatches, ports, communication arrays … nothing at all but smooth, mirror-bright metal. Or, at least, he assumed it was metal.

  He checked his chronometer. Communications should come back in any second now, and his lips stretched in a humorless smile at how Heinlein Base was going to react when the pair of them came over the radar horizon. It ought to be—

  They stopped. Just like that, with no apparent sense of deceleration, no reaction exhaust from the cylinder, no … anything.

  He gaped at the intruder in disbelief. Or, no, not disbelief, exactly. More like a desire to disbelieve. Especially when he realized they were motionless relative to the lunar surface, neither climbing away nor tumbling closer. The fact that the intruder could do that was somehow more terrifying than anything else that had happened—a terror made only worse by the total, prosaic familiarity of his own cockpit—and he clutched the arms of his couch, fighting an irrational conviction that he had to be falling.

  But then they were moving again, zipping back the way they’d come at a velocity that beggared the imagination, all with absolutely no sense of acceleration. His attitude relative to the cylinder altered once more; it was behind him now, its rounded tip barely a hundred meters clear of his own engines, and he watched the lunar surface blur below him.

  His Beagle and its captor swooped lower, arrowing straight for a minor crater, and his toes curled inside his flight boots while his hands tried to rip the arms off his couch. The things he’d already seen that cylinder do told his intellect they were not about to crash, but instinct was something else again. He fought his panic stubbornly, refusing to yield to it, yet his gasp of relief was explosive when the floor of the crater suddenly zipped open.

  The cylinder slowed to a few hundred kilometers per hour, and MacIntyre felt the comfort of catatonia beckoning to him, but something made him fight it as obstinately as he had fought his panic. Whatever had him wasn’t going to find him curled up and drooling when they finally stopped, by God!

  A mighty tunnel enveloped them, a good two hundred meters across and lit by brilliant strip lights. Stone walls glittered with an odd sheen, as if the rock had been fused glass-slick, but that didn’t last long. They slid through a multi-ply hatch big enough for a pair of carriers, and the tunnel walls were suddenly metallic. A bronze-like metal, gleaming in the light, stretching so far ahead of him even its mighty bore dwindled to a gleaming dot with distance.

  Their speed dropped still further, and more hatches slid past. Dozens of hatches, most as large as the one that had admitted them to this impossible metal gullet. His mind reeled at the structure’s sheer size, but he retained enough mental balance to apologize silently to the proctoscope’s designers.

  One huge hatch flicked open with the suddenness of a striking snake. Whoever was directing their flight curved away from the tunnel, slipping neatly through the open hatch, and his Beagle settled without a jar to a floor of the same bronze-like alloy.

  They were in a dimly-lit metal cavern at least a kilometer across, its floor dotted with neatly parked duplicates of the cylinder that had captured him. He gawked through the canopy, wishing a Beagle’s equipment list ran to sidearms. After his missiles’ failure he supposed there was no reason to expect a handgun to work, either, but it would have been comforting to be able to try.

  He licked his lips. If nothing else, the titanic size of this structure ruled out the possibility that the intruders had only recently discovered the solar system, but how had they managed to build it without anyone noticing?

  And then, at last, his radio hummed to life.

  “Good afternoon, Commander MacIntyre,” a deep, mellow voice said politely. “I regret the rather unorthodox nature of your arrival here, but I had no choice. Nor, I am afraid, do you.”

  “W—who are you?” MacIntyre demanded a bit hoarsely, then paused and cleared his throat. “What do you want with me?” he asked more levelly.

  “I fear that answering those questions will be a bit complicated,” the voice said imperturbably, “but you may call me Dahak, Commander.”

  Chapter Three

  MacIntyre drew a deep breath. At least the whatever—they—weres were finally talking to him. And in English, too. Which inspired a small, welcome spurt of righteous indignation.

  “Your apologies might carry a little more weight if you’d bothered to communicate with me before you kidnaped me,” he said coldly.

  “I realize that,” his captor replied, “but it was impossible.”

  “Oh? You seem to have overcome your problems rather nicely since.” MacIntyre was comforted to find he could still achieve a nasty tone.

  “Your communication devices are rather primitive, Commander.” The words were almost apologetic. “My tender was not equipped to interface with them.”

  “You’re doing quite well. Why didn’t you talk to me?”

  “It was not possible. The tender’s stealth systems enclosed both you and itself in a field impervious to radio transmissions. It was possible for me to communicate with the tender using my own communication systems, but there was no on-board capability to relay my words to you. Once more, I apologize for any inconvenience you may have suffered.”

  MacIntyre bit off a giggle at how calmly this Dahak person produced a neat, thousand percent understatement like “inconvenience,” and the incipient hysteria of his own sound helped sober him. He ran shaky fingers through his sandy-brown hair, feeling as if he had taken a punch or two too many.

  “All right … Dahak. You’ve got me—what do you intend to do with me?”

  “I would be most grateful if you would leave your vessel and come to the command deck, Commander.”

  “Just like that?”

  “I beg your pardon?”

  “You expect me to step out of my ship and surrender just like that?”

  “Excuse me. It has been some time since I have communicated with a human, so perhaps I have been clumsy. You are not a prisoner, Commander. Or perhaps you are. I should like to treat you as an honored guest, but honesty compels me to admit that I cannot allow you to leave. However, I assure you upon the honor of the Fleet that no harm will come to you.”

  Insane as it all sounded, MacIntyre felt a disturbing tendency to believe it. This Dahak could have lied and promised release as the aliens’ ambassador to humanity, but he hadn’t. The finality of that “cannot allow you to leave” was more than a bit chilling, but its very openness was a sort of guarantor of honesty, wasn’t it? Or did he simply want it to be? But even if Dahak was a congenital liar, he had few options.

  His consumables could be stretched to about three weeks, so he could cower in his Beagle that long, assuming Dahak was prepared to let him. But what then? Escape was obviously impossible, so his only real choice was how soon he came out, not whether or not he did so.

  Besides, he felt a stubborn disinclination to show how frightened he was.

  “All right,” he said finally. “I’ll come.”

  “Thank you, Commander. You will find the environment congenial, though you may, of course, suit up if you prefer.”

  “Thank you.” MacIntyre’s sarcasm was automatic, but, again, it was only a matter of time before he had to rely on whatever atmosphere the voice chose to provide, and he sighed. “Then I suppose I’m ready.”

  “Very well. A vehicle is now approaching your vessel. It should be visible to your left.”

  MacIntyre craned his neck and caught a glimpse of movement as a double-ended bullet-shape about the size of a compact car slid rapidly closer, gliding a foot or so above the floor. It came to a halt under the leading edge of his port wing, exactly opposite his forward hatch, and a door slid open. Light spilled from the opening, bright and welcoming in the dim metal cavern.

  “I see it,” he said, pleased to note that his voice sounded almost normal again.

  “Excellent. If you would be so kind as to board it, then?”

  “I’m on my way,” he said, and released his harness.

  He stood, and discovered yet another strangeness. MacIntyre had put in enough time on Luna, particularly in the three years he’d spent training for the Prometheus Mission, to grow accustomed to its reduced gravity—which was why he almost fell flat on his face when he rose.

  His eyes widened. He couldn’t be certain, but his weight felt about right for a standard gee, which meant these bozos could generate gravity to order!

  Well, why not? The one thing that was crystal clear was that these … call them people … were far, far ahead of his own twenty-first-century technology, right?

  His muscles tightened despite Dahak’s reassurances as he opened the hatch, but the air that swirled about him had no immediately lethal effect. In fact, it smelled far better than the inside of the Beagle. It was crisp and a bit chill, its freshness carrying just a kiss of a spicy evergreen-like scent, and some of his tension eased as he inhaled deeply. It was harder to feel terrified of aliens who breathed something like this—always assuming they hadn’t manufactured it purely for his own consumption, of course.

  It was four-and-a-half meters to the floor, and he found himself wishing his hosts had left gravity well enough alone as he swung down the emergency hand-holds and approached the patiently waiting vehicle with caution.

  It seemed innocuous enough. There were two comfortable looking chairs proportioned for something the same size and shape as a human, but no visible control panel. The most interesting thing, though, was that the upper half of the vehicle’s hull was transparent—from the inside. From the outside, it looked exactly the same as the bronze-colored floor under his feet.

  He shrugged and climbed aboard, noticing that the silently suspended vehicle didn’t even quiver under his weight. He chose the right-hand seat, then made himself sit motionless as the padded surface squirmed under him. A moment later, it had reconfigured itself exactly to the contours of his body and the hatch licked shut.

  “Are you ready, Commander?” His host’s voice came from no apparent source, and MacIntyre nodded.

  “Let ’er rip,” he said, and the vehicle began to move.

  At least there was a sense of movement this time. He sank firmly back into the seat under at least two gees’ acceleration. No wonder the thing was bullet-shaped! The little vehicle rocketed across the cavern, straight at a featureless metal wall, and he flinched involuntarily. But a hatch popped open an instant before they hit, and they darted straight into another brightly-lit bore, this one no wider than two or three of the vehicles in which he rode.

  He considered speaking further to Dahak, but the only real purpose would be to bolster his own nerve and “prove” his equanimity, and he was damned if he’d chatter to hide the heebie-jeebies. So he sat silently, watching the walls flash by, and tried to estimate their velocity.

  It was impossible. The walls weren’t featureless, but speed reduced them to a blur that was long before the acceleration eased into the familiar sensation of free-fall, and MacIntyre felt a sense of wonder pressing the last panic from his soul. This base dwarfed the vastest human installation he’d ever seen—how in God’s name had a bunch of aliens managed an engineering project of such magnitude without anyone even noticing?

  There was a fresh spurt of acceleration and a sideways surge of inertia as the vehicle swept through a curved junction and darted into yet another tunnel. It seemed to stretch forever, like the one that had engulfed his Beagle, and his vehicle scooted down its very center. He kept waiting to arrive, but it was a very, very long time before their headlong pace began to slow.

  His first warning was the movement of the vehicle’s interior. The entire cockpit swiveled smoothly, until he was facing back the way he’d come, and then the drag of deceleration hit him. It went on and on, and the blurred walls beyond the transparent canopy slowed. He could make out details once more, including the maws of other tunnels, and then they slowed virtually to a walk. They swerved gently down one of those intersecting tunnels, little wider than the vehicle itself, then slid alongside a side opening and stopped. The hatch flicked soundlessly open.

  “If you will debark, Commander?” the mellow voice invited, and MacIntyre shrugged and stepped down onto what looked for all the world like shag carpeting. The vehicle closed its hatch behind him and slid silently backwards, vanishing the way it had come.

  “Follow the guide, please, Commander.”

  He looked about blankly for a moment, then saw a flashing light globe hanging in mid-air. It bobbed twice, as if to attract his attention, then headed down a side corridor at a comfortable pace.

  A ten-minute walk took him past numerous closed doors, each labeled in a strangely attractive, utterly meaningless flowing script, and air as fresh and cool as the docking cavern’s blew into his face. There were tiny sounds in the background, so soft and unintrusive it took him several minutes to notice them, and they were not the mechanical ones he might have expected. Instead, he heard small, soft stirrings, like wind in leaves or the distant calls of birds, forming a soothing backdrop that helped one forget the artificiality of the environment.

  But then the corridor ended abruptly at a hatch of that same bronze-colored alloy. It was bank—vault huge, and it bore the first ornamentation he’d seen. A stupendous, three-headed beast writhed across it, with arched wings poised to launch it into flight. Its trio of upthrust heads faced in different directions, as if to watch all approaches at once, and cat-like forefeet were raised before it, claws half-extended as if to simultaneously proffer and protect the spired-glory starburst floating just above them.

  MacIntyre recognized it instantly, though the enormous bas—relief dragon was neither Eastern nor Western in interpretation, and he paused to rub his chin, wondering what a creature of Earthly mythology was doing in an extra-terrestrial base hidden on Earth’s moon. But that question was a strangely distant thing, surpassed by a greater wonder that was almost awe as the huge, stunningly life-like eyes seemed to measure him with a calm, dispassionate majesty that might yet become terrible wrath if he transgressed.

  He never knew precisely how long he stood staring at the dragon and stared at by it, but in the end, his light-globe guide gave a rather impatient twitch and drifted closer to the hatch. MacIntyre shook himself and followed with a wry half-smile, and the bronze portal slid open as he approached. It was at least fifteen centimeters thick, yet it was but the first of a dozen equally thick hatches, forming a close-spaced, immensely strong barrier, and he felt small and fragile as he followed the globe down the silently opening passage. The multi-ply panels licked shut behind him, equally silently, and he tried to suppress a feeling of imprisonment. But then his destination appeared before him at last and he stopped, all other considerations forgotten.

  The spherical chamber was larger than the old war room under Cheyenne Mountain, larger even than main mission control at Shepherd, and the stark perfection of its form, the featureless sweep of its colossal walls, pressed down upon him as if to impress his tininess upon him. He stood on a platform thrust out from one curving wall—a transparent platform, dotted with a score of comfortable, couch—like chairs before what could only be control consoles, though there seemed to be remarkably few read-outs and in-puts—and the far side of the chamber was dominated by a tremendous view screen. The blue-white globe of Earth floated in its center, and the cloud—swirled loveliness caught at MacIntyre’s throat. He was back in his first shuttle cockpit, seeing that azure and argent beauty for the first time, as if the mind-battering incidents of the past hour had made him freshly aware of his bond with all that planet was and meant.

 
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