Two hours later...
Sébastien Durand ducks his head against the rotor wash as the trio of Blackhawks settles onto the lake bed. Door guns twitch as the aircrews scan the area for any sign of movement outside the chemlight perimeter. Farther overhead, a four-ship flight of Super Hornets prowls on combat air patrol, alert for a return of the wounded alien craft - or any friends it may send in its stead.
As the SASR troop fans out, Caradoc Crewe waves down their medic and begins the handoff procedure for his patients. Claw 15's pilot is unconscious, strapped to a backboard against the probable spinal injuries from his ejection. The stricken aviator's backseater hovers nearby, trying to ignore his own fractured arm and collarbone and a scattering of minor shrapnel wounds. Both are going out on the medevac bird, along with Cooper Williams, whose leg has a pencil-sized third-degree wound channel through its calf muscle. Hannah Omdahl rises from her seat on the disabled quad and prepares to support the diver's hobble to the aircraft, trying not to press her elbow against the bandaged graze along her floating ribs.
James Choi hoists his prisoner to his feet, preparing for another sort of handoff. The Aboriginal has remained mute since his capture, his eyes blank. He's responded to direct commands but two-way communication seems to have deserted him. His tear-streaked gaze remained fixed on the insectoid creature's remains until James mercifully covered them. Now his thousand-yard stare takes in everything but his fellow humans.
Atop the alien pod, Michael Dacovetti perches like a very technical raven, picking at the sparkly bangle of extraterrestrial technology - or perhaps plucking an eyeball from the corpse to read its last vision. The ruptured pressure vessels and severed conduits have leaked all their fumes, and the coils and plates which formerly throbbed with impossible energies are cold and dark. But the dead hulk has given up at least one secret. Michael closes his hand tight around a warm thumb-sized spindle of dark jade, slipped from a delicate-looking filigree cradle inset in the diminutive operator's couch. If he rotates his hand and opens his fingers, it will not fall until he gives it permission to obey gravity again.
Andrey Vasilyev drifts from the cab of the appropriated tractor-trailer and crosses to stand at Sébastien's elbow. His phone and camera are heavy with missives from his own dead, petals of Tri Budi's network unfolded from the paper and electronics left by the shattered aliens. There are names he recognizes amid the contact lists, men and women he can't touch - not on his own, at any rate.
The last two figures to disembark from the lead Blackhawk break away from the troops and head for Sébastien and his shadow. Michael Bellamy leads, an HK417 held low. His face is set and tired, and his plate carrier and Multicam utilities bear hastily-scrubbed bloodstains that are not his. Behind him looms Ted Bannon, already lighting a cigarette to illuminate a death's-head grin.
Both men survey the tableau. Bannon plumes smoke away into the night air and lazily addresses Sébastien. "
You appear to have kicked some ass out here, Padawan. Sorry I missed the show."
Bellamy humphs. "
I'm sorry you and your team had to go this alone, Durand. Fucking politics..." His mouth works around an internal struggle between loyalty and exposition.
Bannon, outside observer, cuts the knot. "
There was one more Attar in Melbourne. It was wearing the face of some dude in the mining regulatory commission who was 'advising' your buddies in ASIO." His grin widens. "
Until he walked in front of a thermal camera..."
The prisoner turns to James, then, as two stern-faced SASR operators take him by the arms. "
They promised," he says in a pleading tone. "
Why did you kill them? They promised. All we had to do was trust them and they would draw your poison from the earth. But we'll never have our world back now." His gaze breaks away from James' eyes, tracking up to the stars.
FADE TO BLACK
MUSIC: The Dead Heart, Midnight Oil
CLOSING CREDITS:
Sébastien Durand | Dave Ross |
CWO2 Hannah Omdahl | dcoda |
TSgt. Michael Dacovetti | keys138 |
SA James Choi | Raellus |
PO Cooper Williams | Spartan-117 |
Andrey Vasilyev | Apoapsis |
Cpl. Caradoc Crewe | Tegyrius |
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