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"Zero-stretch... calibrating cross-pitch... harmonics check... streaming now... compensate for flux variance. See that?"
"Copy. Picture is good."
"My God..."
"Yes. This is what I tried to describe to you, Prime Minister. We call it The Nexus, as in a series of connected pathways both hyper- and sub-spacial. To use an analogy: imagine a river flowing from the mountain. The Nexus would be the root system beneath the river bed and the rainwater evaporating from the surface, joined in tangible cycle and acting in reverse."
"So that Witch in your basement was right! This is a gateway to other worlds?"
"So she claims. Right now, we've managed to map only a few hundred kilometers. But the hex-dimensional markers are constant. There is no deviance. We are opening this portal in the same place; each time."
"And.... what about... them?"
"I assume you mean the Uriels? Well, Prime Minister; just wait three more seconds."
It was but a glimpse, a skeletal hand the size of a truck, sweeping from the corner of the viewscreen, a moment before it sputtered to black. There was an explosion in another chamber. Lights flickered off then on again and the sound could be heard throughout the facility... of another drone hurled against the wall and shattered into pieces.
The N.A.G.A. personnel went into action. Damage reports were filed, power re-routed and backups put in motion. It was a well-practiced drill. This was the fifteenth time a drone had been hurled out of The Nexus and back through the Mount Fuji portal. The command centre was a haze of white coats and blue screens, circled whole by the shadows of the cave network.
Only one figure did not move. A slender, sharp-featured man stood before the main screen where the Prime Minister's face glowed.
"The Uriels have destroyed each of the fifteen drones sent into the Nexus, Prime Minister." A cigarette bobbed up and down in the mouth of Director Elsinger as he spoke. His eyes were lazy, but astute, his report delivered in a manner as clipped as his appearance. "Each time the attack is made on the 58th second after crossover. Upon studying the wreckage, it seems the forward parts of the drones have been cauterized on the molecular level."
"They're being burned?" The Prime Minister's face was huge on the viewscreen, eyes eclipsed by thick spectacles. With the reflection it seemed as if he had no eyes at all.
"Burned in a pattern indicative of slashing wounds."
The Prime Minister paused then recited, almost mechanically, "Then the Lord drove man out of Eden, and placed an angel with a flaming sword, to guard the way to the Tree of Life."
"The Witch has a name for these beings, but it is almost impossible to pronounce. So we settled on Uriels."
Silence held between the Director and Prime Minister. In the other chamber technicians could be heard gathering up drone wreckage and powering down the particle accelerator. A background chatter from the N.A.G.A. control staff was almost choral, like a circle of monks in prayer.
"Dammit, Elsinger!" the Prime Minister sneered. "I know what you want and I'm not going to do it. Every country but Japan has abused the Leviathan Children - used them as pawns and lab-rats. I will not bring shame upon my government by doing the same!"
"Then I hope you are content with 58 seconds of heaven, Sir." The director blew a ring of smoke and slung his suit jacket over the back of a chair. He was almost silver in the glow of the consoles. "To get past the Uriels, and to reach the sister worlds the Witch has spoken of, we will need things larger than shuttles and tanks."
"They are just children! You want me to condone sending children on a suicide mission?"
"They are not children, Prime Minister. They are trained mutants. They are weapons. And they are mine to command."
Another stretch of silence. The lights flickered again as klaxons ceased and with a shiver in the air the hadron accelerators went offline. The N.A.G.A. facility was powering down from its fifteenth cycle and as the portal closed it was with the sense of sanity returning to the Earth. Everything seemed a little clearer again, and the staff at the other consoles visibly relaxed.
The giant white-sheen spectacles of the Prime Minister shifted slightly then looked away. "I will consult the Diet. You'll get my answer tomorrow."
The screen went blank, matching the one beside it where the drone-uplink had cut out.
Robert Elsinger stubbed his cigarette on the nearest console edge and exhaled a last cloud of smoke through his nostrils. "Get Hector on a plane. It's time for us to gather the children."
The nearest technician stared at the Director. "But Sir, the Prime Minister didn't give us approval!"
"Yes he did." The Director was already moving down the hallway, suit jacket slung over his shoulder. "I saw it in his eyes."
EPISODE ONE
A bed for snakes
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