23rd October
21:37 GMT +2
"What was it like for
you?"
About the same, probably. The ritual's been the same since the Heavenly Guardians came into existence. Jade pauses.
Your-? Ah, the ambassador..?
"Was there, tried to make a speech of some kind. We're not even from the same
country!"
Except that… You literally are.
Ug
h. "I hope one day to be able to take you and.. Jade…"
Don't even think about calling us One and Two.
"Back to Earth Prime. Show you what Britain's
supposed to be."
I'd like that too, but he's the Britain you have to deal with while you're here.
I nod,
focusing my attention on our target. Just because Khyber's dead, that didn't suddenly mean that his underlings all vanished. Picking up spies and traitors was simply a matter of subjecting everyone in critical areas or roles to basic telepathic scans, but those who'd actually
undergone augmentation are a trickier business.
Ghostwolves are a pain; hiding to avoid detection but still operating, still
attacking.
We're still not exactly sure what Khyber's ultimate goal was. And given how
thoroughly my fellow Heavenly Guardian He Who Follows killed him, I doubt that we'll ever find out. But he had cybernetically enhanced operatives sneaking around the world for decades, if not
centuries. They're far more accustomed to irregular action than to direct combat. This is a return to normalcy for them.
Ophidian's Gaze.
My normal vision disappears, being replaced by swirling traces of
want and
need. Ghostwolves usually have spiritual training in addition to their cybernetics, but this close to an objective…
There. The image is..
distorted, but there's someone who very much wishes to be inside the military dockyard where a relatively small quantity of the cyberware taken from other cyborgs killed during the war is being stored. I can't tell whether the individual is following the last orders they received in the least crazy way they can, trying to get parts for their own repairs or getting parts to make more like them.
"Spotted…
One."
There's never-
Just one. / -
just one.
I feel a momentary
itch on the left side of my chest. Purely psychosomatic, but if someone punches holes in you hard enough it's very difficult to forget. I… Despite its obvious utility, I don't like using my ring this way. It's.. too..
distracting. And… Though there
was a.. sort of amnesty for Khyber's followers immediately after the war, that deadline has come and gone. Anyone we take alive will be interrogated until the ISA has learned everything they know, then if they're still alive they'll be executed. Using the Ophidian's Gaze I see people's most fundamental desires, and.. to an extent, experience them myself. I'm… Still not comfortable enough with killing to.. be entirely happy about.. directly experiencing the personhood of someone I'm about to kill.
Still.
Needs must where Khyber drives.
…homeeatrest…
Pretty typical. Routines are habit forming, and even doing something you enjoy gets wearing after a while.
…homeawayavoid…
And not everyone's fortunate enough to have a job they
tolerate.
…hornycompany…
Ah, not that one. Most of the Ghostwolves examined so far kept their reproductive systems, but often the neurochemical or hormonal modifications they had made them rather disinterested in sex. Strangely, that appears not to be a problem Khyber
himself had. Or maybe he just lay forwards and thought of Persia.
U-uhh.
…sustainrevengemachine…
A
aaaaand there we go.
"Found another one." The chador
does have the advantage of looking quite a lot like the red robes the Ghostwolves prefer to wear when in uniform. "
Marking target. You got anything?"
No unusual activity amongst the personnel, no unusual bank transfers and no one requesting access to materials without a good explanation.
"How about that musical.. thing Rot Lop Fan and you do?"
Ghostwolves have vibration nullification fields. They don't sound any different to anyone else until they go active.
"Do the locals have any sort of idea how many there actually
are around here?"
No. No one knows who the original Dream King's spymaster was, so they're even more limited in that regard than we are.
I remember well the comic in which Harun al-Rashid moved all of the glory of his kingdom into the Dreaming. I can't imagine what that must have been like, having your whole world
vanish because your king desired eternity more than his people's happiness. But the thing about the Dreaming is that people in the real world can access it. Bits that used to be part of the material world are even more accessible, particularly to people who live in the region affected. So when enough people started dreaming of a glorious city, some of the more experimental type of magic user started investigating the subject. Long story short, it looks like the particularity of the people affected stayed on Earth, but the idea of them was taken into the Dream. Connect to that idea when you're awake, and all
sorts of strange things happen.
As Dream Prince, Karram was able to channel the core concepts of the ideal Crown Prince. He gained strength, resilience, skill with weapons and enhanced charisma at the cost of partially becoming someone
else for a large chunk of the time. As Dream King… Well, that happened while I was off Earth. But the point is, other Dreamers can also gain supernatural levels of ability in a field if they can make a connection to the skills of the person who did that job for Harun al-Rashid in the Dreaming.
It was quite a scandal when they learned that
he had both male and female concubines. Which is not to say that people don't try to channel those skills.
Gonow!
The chameleon systems employed by Ghostwolves are highly effective, as are the magics they employ to encourage people to ignore and avoid them. Fortunately for
me they only work against conventional vision.
"They're moving. Do we take them now, or wait for them to breach the perimeter?"
There are fewer civilians inside. Plus, I put an EMP mine in each of the crates.
"Earth-EMP mine or the
good stuff?"
If anyone asks, it's an Earth mine.
I grin. Ghostwolves are hardened against Earth's EMP devices… Well, the infantry grade ones. Artillery scale ones are a different matter. But the Green Lantern Corps under Sinestro has become a good deal more 'open minded' about sharing low lethality weapons amongst its members. Given how comic-Sinestro started his own Corps in order to force the Guardians to relax the 'no killing' rule, I'm a little concerned about how long he'll be satisfied with keeping it to 'low'. But for
now…
The patches of orange beneath us
move, passing through the outer fence and heading for the wall-.
They just went through the fence. They still haven't fixed the electrical induction problem with their phase shifters.
I
blink back into normal vision-. She's right. The steel of the fence now has a weak magnetic charge where they went through.
"Fighting an omniscient foe would be a little tricky." I
blink again as the Ghostwolves go up the wall with impressive speed. "Attack as they land, or wait for them to penetrate further?"
Two Lanterns against two Ghostwolves? I don't see the point in waiting.
"Agreed. Three, two,
now."
We drop through the cloud cover
energy pulses firing!