Jonathan Bond - The Terminus experiment

“Status report? We can’t wait all night”

The big ork ripped a sheet of paper off the pad on which he’d been writing, and disconnected from the telecom. lie strode over to Julius with the confident walk of one who knows himself, who knows exactly what he is capable of doing.

“Things ain’t right and they ain’t normal,” Biggs said. “And if it weren’t for what you told us earlier, I’da thought every contact I had in Hell’s Kitchen had started chippin’.”

Julius nodded. “Spill it.”

Biggs looked down at the paper and scratched his head, as if he were having trouble deciphering his own writing. “Okay, but this is gonna sound a bit strange.”

He cleared his throat. “First contact I talked to is a guy who’s usually reliable. He didn’t know that much, only that somebody bought up a former Fuchi processing plant in Hell’s Kitchen about three years ago. A month or so later, whoever bought it turned it into a soup kitchen. Free food, and no forced sermons like they have at the mission, So they was pretty popular.

“My contact said he never went there, but he’d heard that anyone who was down and out could show up and get a hot meal and a blanket. In winter, the Hell’s Kitchen folk put up a little encampment out there. He says that’s about the time people started disappearin’.”

Julius looked up. “Disappearing? Did he say why?”

Biggs shook his head. “Naw, he just says that after that, everybody was afraid of the place. In fact, some of the folk won’t even go back there to get their stuff from the camp. And when yer talkin’ about people who got little or nothin’ to start with, they gotta be pretty damn scared to leave anything behind.”

Julius nodded. “That it?”

Biggs paused, and Julius could tell he was weighing his answer. “Well, no. That’s only the start of it.”

Julius nodded again. “Go on.”

“The next guy I talked to swore up and down it was a secret ghoul… enclave? Is that right? I think that means that a bunch of ghouls are holed up there. He says that’s why people are disappearing, ‘cause the ghouls are eating them. But I figure that’s just paranoia, ‘cause nobody’s seen any of the usual signs, and if ghouls are out there, they’ve been keepin’ to themselves for the last coupla months. I dealt with ghouls before. No matter how many people they mighta snagged a few months ago, they’d be getting pretty hungry by now.”

Julius nodded. “It’s not ghouls, so skip the rest of that.”

Biggs licked his lips and glanced again at his notes. “The next one’s somebody I used to trust, but she’s been known to go benders the last couple of years, so take this with a big rock of salt. She’s not sure, but her guess is that the place is a chop shop for body parts. She says that in the first month, before they opened the soup kitchen, there was lots of medical supplies delivered in unmarked vans, She knows, ‘cause she got the registration number off one of the trucks and decked into the DMV. The truck was registered to Zulu BioGen, a small, but very high-tech firm out of Atlanta, but with branches all over the world.”

Something nagged at the back of Julius’ mind. That name rang a bell. Biggs started to go on, but Julius held up a hand. “Zulu BioGen, why do I know that name?”

Riggs shrugged. “Dunno, but I can have the decker boys check it out for you.”

Julius nodded slowly, feeling as if he was missing something, but couldn’t quite get it. Finally, he sighed. “Yes. Track it. If something goes wrong tonight, and we don’t get the bad guy, we’re going to want any shred of information that might help us. I want Zulu’s logs of what they sent here, and who bought it, and if you run into dummy corps, or anything like that, I want you to double your efforts.”

“You wanna hear the rest of this?” For the first time, the big ork seemed unsure of himself.

Julius nodded.

Biggs shifted his weight from foot to foot, and Julius could tell he was uncomfortable. “Come on, Biggs. I haven’t laughed at you yet, so spill it.”

“Well, the last part is so crazy I wouldn’t even waste your time with it, except the source I got it from has never let me down. Ever. She tells me she did an astral fly-by about two months ago. The place is protected up the yin-yang. but she managed to find a few cracks in its armor. She says they got monsters in there. Things she never saw before, things that shouldn’t exist. She also says everything inside that place is crazy, with this fragged-up. unnatural kinda aura like she’s never seen before.”

Julius felt the muscles in his neck go tense. “Talk to me.”

Biggs scratched his warty chin with one huge hand. “She told me somebody is doing very bad things to animals and people. That something or somebody was turning them into things that shouldn’t exist. She also said she mighta been able to tell me more if she hadn’t been astral, but that something… not sure exactly what she called it…” He stopped to think for a moment. “Oh yeah, I think she called it the background count, said it was too high and frizzing up her view.”

Julius nodded slowly, and took a deep breath. “Anything else?”

Biggs nodded. “Just one last thing. She said some of these things were wired to the hilt. They had more dead spaces on ‘em than half an army of street sams.”

Julius stood and reached up to put one hand on Biggs’ shoulder. “Thanks. This has been a big help. At least now we know what we’re facing in there.”

The look on Biggs’ face would have been comical at any other time. “You telling me this is what we’re up against?”

Julius forced himself to smile. “Plan for the worst, and you’ll always be pleasantly surprised.”

Following Sandman’s lead over the tacticom, the team had made it through the loading dock entrance, then down a number of levels to a large room, tiled in green and reeking of industrial disinfectant. Along one side of the room a long row of biohazard suits hung neatly from steel pegs. On the other side, a low-slung bench lined a series of lockers.

At the far end was a round door that looked more like a portal on a submarine than anything Rachel had ever seen before.

That was where she’d been looking a second before, when the door had suddenly swung open. Rachel stood frozen in her tracks, utterly paralyzed by fear.

The infernal thing shambling through that doorway was something out of a nightmare. She’d seen enough orks on the street to know that this used to be one, but somebody had sheared its horns close to the skull. One side of its head was a simple metal plate. The entire left side of the ork’s body was gone, replaced by a steel cylinder with eight small appendages sprouting at various angles. The bottom of the cylinder, where the ork’s left leg should have been, was an articulated foot that looked impossibly thin to bear up under that much weight.

The ork’s eyes were gone and in their place was a steel grid that completely encircled its shaved head, attaching to the metal plate for support.