Michael Carroll - The Quantum Prophecy

“Ten years. Almost to the day. I have to know… your abilities?”

He gave her a weak smile. “Gone, of course. Do you think I’d have stayed there if I’d still had my powers? It was only a concrete cell. Why… why did you wait so long?”

“After the battle-tank, everything fell apart. It’s taken us this long to rebuild. It’s not as though we could operate openly. And no one knew where you were.”

They began to walk towards the steel doors, which were now slowly creaking open.

A young man walked out and stopped in front of them. “Joseph, I presume?”

Joseph nodded. “Who are you?”

“This is Victor Cross,” Rachel said. “He’s the one who tracked you down.”

Cross said, “We have some quarters set up for you. They should be a lot more pleasant that your prison cell.”

“You know who I am?”

“Of course. I know everything about you.”

Joseph stood in silence for a few seconds, then said, “I know I’m not the man I once was, Mr Cross, and I’m very much afraid that all that time as a prisoner has affected me. I find it hard to focus and even the smallest of things can distract me, but I’m not entirely stupid. Why did you wait so long before freeing me?”

Victor regarded him for a moment. “Honestly?”

“Yes. Honestly.”

“We didn’t need you until now.”

“I see. I feel… different. Clearer. Were they doing something to me in that place? Drugging me – to keep me docile?”

“Almost certainly,” Victor said.

“And what about the boy? What’s happening there?”

Victor ignored the question and called over two workers. “Escort this gentleman to the med-lab. We’ll be there shortly. Give him anything he wants, understood?”

Joseph smiled. “How old are you, Cross?”

“Almost twenty-one.”

“So you’re too young to have been one of us, then? You weren’t a superhuman?”

“No. I was only ten years old when Ragnarök’s machine was used.”

Joseph smiled again and nodded.

Rachel and Victor watched as he was led away.

“What do you think?” Victor asked.

She shrugged. “He was definitely being drugged back at the prison. Some sort of low-level scopolamine to keep him relaxed and compliant. It should be completely out of his system in the next couple of hours.”

“It had better not be,” Victor said. “We want him relaxed and compliant. Make sure that he stays that way, got that?”

“Sure.”

She followed Victor into the mine.

“So… the break out was a success,” Rachel said.

“Obviously.”

“I’ll write up a full report for you.”

Without looking at her, Victor said, “We have Joseph and you weren’t traced. What’s to report?”

“We left the Warden alive, but it’ll be a few more hours before he wakes.”

Victor nodded.

Rachel followed him up the metal stairway. “Don’t you want to know who the other inmates were?”

“Not really.”

“You did a good job locating the prison.”

Victor stopped outside his office and turned to her. “Rachel, I have work to do. If you want to make small talk, find someone else.”

He went into his office and closed the door behind him. He sat down at his desk, switched on his computer and keyed a number into his phone.

The call was answered immediately. It was the electronically-disguised voice again.

“Talk to me,” the voice said.

“We have him,” Victor said.

“Good,” the voice said. “You’re at your terminal?”

“Yes.”

“Find the file called Protégé . The password is ‘Apotheosis’. The file will tell you everything you need to know. Got that?”

“Got it.” Victor disconnected the call and began typing.

He found the file, entered the password and read through it.

Then he made another phone call. After a couple of seconds, a man’s voice said, “Hello?”

Reading from the computer screen, Victor said, “Icebreaker.”

There was a pause. “Say again?”

“Icebreaker.”

Another pause and the man sighed. Then he said, “Damocles.”

Victor read the counter-code. “Ultimatum.”

The man said, “I… I understand.” After a brief discussion, he gave Victor his location, then asked, “When?”

“Within the hour. Be ready. This is a code-one extraction. Do you understand what that means?”

“Yes. It means that you want the boys no matter what it takes. Everything else is secondary. All lives are expendable. Even my own.”

DANNY COOPER’S FATHERwas in the sitting room watching television when Danny arrived home. “You’re late.”

“Sorry,” Danny said. “The party went on longer than I expected.”

“All right. Good party, was it?”

“It was OK. Everyone kept asking me about what happened with Susie.”

“You didn’t tell any of your friends, did you?”

“No, of course not!” Danny lied.

Danny’s father hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Good, good. Actually, Dan, if you’re not too tired, I think you and me need to have a little talk. I need to show you something important.” He pushed his massive frame out of his armchair and stretched.

“At this hour?”

Mr Cooper turned off the television set. “It won’t take long.” He led Danny out into the hall.

“Keep the noise down,” he whispered. “Your mother and Niall are asleep. Now, Look at this…”

Danny watched as his father pulled the casing off the fuse box.

“There’s a switch…” Danny’s father groped around and there was a soft click .

He turned to the large photo of Danny’s grandfather that hung in the hall and lifted it off its hook. Danny saw that there was a panel behind it. His father pulled the panel open and removed a small black canvas bag.

“What’s that?”

“Just some stuff from the old days.” He closed the panel and re-hung the photo. He slung the bag over his shoulder and opened the front door.

“Aw, Dad! I don’t want to go back out into the rain again !”

“It won’t hurt you,” Danny’s father said.

They left the blocks of flats and walked in the direction of the main road. “What’s up?” Danny asked.

His father opened the bag and took out a small metal device, about the size of a personal stereo. He flipped a switch on the device and a small red light began blinking.

“What’s that for?” Danny asked.

“It’s a transponder,” his father explained. “I’m sure that these days they could make something like this about the size of your fingernail, but it was state of the art back then.”

“I thought that transponders were something to do with aircraft?”

“Not necessarily. It’s looking for a specific signal. When it gets it, it sends a counter-signal back. Someone with the right equipment will be able to pick up our signal and find us. Doesn’t matter where we are on the planet, they’ll find us.”

“Who?”

“You’ll see soon enough.”

Danny considered this. “So… this is a mission, then?”

“Yeah, sort of.”

Danny grinned. “Cool! But what if someone recognises me? Shouldn’t I have a mask?”

“It’s not really that kind of mission, Danny.”

“We should have left a note for Mum. I mean, just in case anything happens.”

“No, better if she doesn’t know. I didn’t tell her everything that I did when I was Quantum. Can’t have her worried all the time.”

“Do you still have your old costume?”

Mr Cooper smiled. “It wouldn’t fit you. Not yet, anyway. You’ll need to fill out a bit.”