Judas Unchained

“Eloquently put,” the Doc said.

Morton took out a type three sensor, a transparent disk five centimeters across, and stuck it on the side of a boulder where it could scan across the Trine’ba. “That’ll spot anything approaching us.”

“Unless they come from the other side.”

“We’ll place sensors all the way around our base camp. Obviously. It’s not like we’ve got a shortage of them.” Part of their mission procedure had them building up a comprehensive network of the optronic devices, allowing them to monitor all the alien activity in and around Randtown.

“Roger that,” the Doc said; he sounded amused.

They spent the next forty minutes scrambling over rocks and unstable shingle falls, planting the little sensors to provide early warning of any approaching flyers. Not once did they see sunlight; the cloud swirled and eddied as they clambered about, but it remained unbroken.

“Well done, boys,” Cat said as they arrived back at the base of the saddle.

“Great views you’ve given us; lots of rock and a big wet sky.”

“Let’s just hope it stays that interesting,” Rob said.

“That kind of depends on us,” Morton said. “We’re here to cause as much disruption as we can. I guess we’d better start by scouting out the neighborhood. We need two teams, and someone to stay up here to safeguard the equipment.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie, I must have missed that,” Cat said. “When did they pin a general’s star on you?”

“You don’t need to be a general to point out the bleeding obvious,” Parker said. “We know what’s on the mission plan. Establish a knowledge of the enemy and use it to hit them hard.”

“And the person staying behind ain’t going to be you, Cat,” Rob said.

“Darling! Why is that?”

“Don’t you know? I don’t trust you. None of us do. You’re a fucking psycho.”

“Ow, Bob, are you scared of little me? You’ve got your armor suit and a very big gun.”

“I’m not scared of you, I simply regard you as unprofessional. We can’t depend on you for backup and support, we don’t know if you’d provide it or not. You enjoyed playing the badass in training, screwing with our instructors. We all got a laugh out of that. Out here, nobody’s smiling, nobody thinks you’re clever. So you either take the front row all the time, or fuck off right now.”

“I’m disappointed, Bob, did the Doc fill your head with that speech?”

“Let’s just concentrate on what we’re here to achieve, shall we,” Morton said. “Cat, he’s right. You’re not dependable enough to be our cover.”

“General, and peacemaker. I like you, Morty.”

“And don’t call me that.”

“Mellanie does,” Parker said, laughing. “We all know that.”

“Morty, oh Morty, yes, yes please,” Rob warbled. “Oh, Morty, you’re the best.”

Morton knew his cheeks were red inside the helmet, despite it maintaining a perfect body-temperature environment.

The communications band was full of chuckles. Parker gave a long wolf’s moonhowl.

“Rob, you and I are one team,” Morton said, ignoring the gibes.

“That’s good for me, Morty. Real good.”

“Cat, you and the Doc can have a ball together. Parker, you keep everything secure up here.”

“Hey, fuck that,” Parker said. “I want to see some action here.”

“Then you partner Cat,” the Doc told him.

“He couldn’t handle that kind of action,” she said.

There was amusement in the voice, but it left Morton cold. Even over the communications link something in her personality that was fundamentally wrong made itself felt.

“We don’t really need to leave anyone back here,” the Doc said. “If the Primes can hack our sensors and secure links, we’re fucked anyway. Forget the navy way. We’re the ones on the ground. We’re the best judges how to fulfill our duty.”

“Duty!” Parker grunted. “Jesus Christ, Doc, you just love all this military crap, dontcha?”

“Roger that. So you want to stay here?”

“I fucking told you, I’m staying with you guys.”

“That’s cool,” The Cat said. “You come with me and the Doc.”

“Fine,” Morton said. “Rob, come on, we’ll take the east side of town. You guys, see what they’re doing farther over around Blackwater Crag. And remember, everybody, we’re not looking to engage the enemy yet. This foray is just to build up our sensor network, okay. We don’t want to alert them to our presence before we know how to make their lives truly miserable.”

“Do you think she’s going to be trouble?” Rob asked when they were halfway down the mountain. He’d switched to a short-range secure link between the two armor suits.

“Rob, I don’t know what the hell to make of her. All I know is, she’s never going to be my backup. I don’t trust her.”

“Amen to that.”