Authors: Brian Lumley
The Source (8 page)
“Karl!” Khuv stopped him with a word. And Jazz thought:
so even though I'm a prisoner, and for all Khuv's “glasnost,” still there are sensitive areas, eh?
so even though I'm a prisoner, and for all Khuv's “glasnost,” still there are sensitive areas, eh?
“Specialists,” said Khuv, “yes. If they can find out about it, maybe they'll also discover something of its world.”
Something else was bothering Jazz. “What about these flame-throwers I keep seeing?”
“Isn't it obvious?” Vyotsky scowled. “Are you stupid after all, British?”
“Concentrated fire kills them,” said Khuv. “Up to now it's about the only thing that does. That we've discovered, anyway.”
Jazz nodded. Things were beginning to shape up in his head. “I'm starting to see the potential,” he said, drily. “And no need to tell me where your âspecialists' come from. The Department for the Study of Chemical and Biological Warfare on Protze Prospekt, right?”
Khuv made no answer. His mouth had fallen aslant in a twisted smile.
Jazz nodded. His own expression was a mixture of
sarcasm and revulsion. “And how would
that
be for a biological weapon, eh?”
sarcasm and revulsion. “And how would
that
be for a biological weapon, eh?”
They had reached Khuv's quarters. He opened the door, said: “Would you like a drink, or should I let Karl take you back to your cell and toss you around a little to improve your manners?” His voice crackled like thin ice underfoot. Jazz had touched a tender spot. The British agent was much quicker on the uptake than Khuv had given him credit for.
Jazz looked at Vyotsky's grinning face, said: “Oh, I think I'd prefer the drink every time.”
“Very well, but try to remember: you are in no position to criticize anything. You are a spy, a murderer, a would-be saboteur. And remember this, too: you don't know everything.
We
don't know everything! Weapons? Like ⦠like that? Personally I would rather close the place down, concrete it in, lock the Gate shut foreverâif that's at all feasible. So would Viktor Luchov. But the Projekt was sponsoredâindeed it was ordered âby the Defence Agency. We don't control anything, Michael, but are ourselves controlled. Now make up your mind: we can be âfriends,' or I can have someone else, someone a lot less sympathetic, complete your briefing. It's up to you.”
We
don't know everything! Weapons? Like ⦠like that? Personally I would rather close the place down, concrete it in, lock the Gate shut foreverâif that's at all feasible. So would Viktor Luchov. But the Projekt was sponsoredâindeed it was ordered âby the Defence Agency. We don't control anything, Michael, but are ourselves controlled. Now make up your mind: we can be âfriends,' or I can have someone else, someone a lot less sympathetic, complete your briefing. It's up to you.”
Briefing? For some reason Jazz didn't like the way Khuv had used the word. A slip of the tongue, obviously. Briefing didn't really apply here, did it?
Why are you being given the treatment?
a voice asked in the back of his mind.
What's in it for them?
He didn't have the answers and so put the question aside, said:
Why are you being given the treatment?
a voice asked in the back of his mind.
What's in it for them?
He didn't have the answers and so put the question aside, said:
“OK, I accept that. We all do what we have to. We all have our orders. But just answer me one more thing and after that I won't interrupt you again.”
Khuv ushered Jazz and Vyotsky into his living area. “Very well,” he said, “what is it?”
“That thing in the glass tank, your intruder from another world,” Jazz wrinkled his nose in disgust. “You say it has a keeper? Someone who looks after it,
feeds it, studies it? It's just that I can't imagine what kind of a man he would be. He must have nerves of steel!”
feeds it, studies it? It's just that I can't imagine what kind of a man he would be. He must have nerves of steel!”
“What?” Vyotsky gave a snort that was half-way a laugh. “Do you think he volunteered? He's a scientist, a small man with thick spectacles. A man dedicated to scienceâalso to the bottle.”
Jazz raised an eyebrow. “An alcoholic?”
Khuv's expression didn't change. “Very soon,” he said after a moment's pause. “Yes, I'm afraid he will be ⦔
Â
Three hours later, at about 7:30 P.M.âafter Jazz had had delivered to him in his cell a cup of tepid, flavourless coffee and a cold meat sandwich, standard evening fare, and after he'd consumed bothâhe lay on his back on his metal army bed and yet again turned over in his mind all the facts Khuv had given him. The Russian had talked almost nonstop for an hour and a half, during which time the British agent had remained true to his word and had not once interrupted him. Once Khuv was underway Jazz hadn't wanted to stop him anyway, partly because the Russian's flow of words and images had been smooth and required no deep explanation, but mainly because his story had been completely fascinating.
And now, yet again, Jazz recapped:
The Perchorsk Incident or “pi” had been the disastrous test run of Franz Ayvaz's sub-atomic shield. After that mess, cleaning up had almost been completed when “Pill” happened, which Khuv referred to as Encounter One; but from what the KGB Major had told Jazz, it hadn't been so much an encounter as a downright nightmare!
Theâcreature?âwhich had come through the sphere of light on that occasion had been ⦠well, it had been the monstrosity Jazz had seen on the film shot by the AWACS reconnaissance aircraft over the Hudson Bay,
which now he realized was like nothing so much as the Big Brother of the thing in the glass tank. But when Big Brother had squeezed its bulk into this world from its own â¦
which now he realized was like nothing so much as the Big Brother of the thing in the glass tank. But when Big Brother had squeezed its bulk into this world from its own â¦
Khuv's description of Encounter One as he himself had heard it from people present at the time had been graphic:
“You've seen it, Michael, on that film you told us about. You
know
what it was like. Ah, but that was only after it had escaped through the shaft into the ravine and got itself airborne! On the ground it had been far worse; oh, yes, and I'll tell you about it from first-hand accounts! First, however, I'll try to explain how the Gate works. Or I'll describe what happens
when
it works. The âskin' of the sphereâits âsurface' as we see itâis in itself a contradiction of physics as we understand that science. Viktor Luchov has likened it to an âevent horizon.' We see things on it after, and even in advance of, any given event! In the former case as a sort of retinal after-image printed in the sphere, and in the latter as a gradual emergence until theâwhateverâbreaks through.
know
what it was like. Ah, but that was only after it had escaped through the shaft into the ravine and got itself airborne! On the ground it had been far worse; oh, yes, and I'll tell you about it from first-hand accounts! First, however, I'll try to explain how the Gate works. Or I'll describe what happens
when
it works. The âskin' of the sphereâits âsurface' as we see itâis in itself a contradiction of physics as we understand that science. Viktor Luchov has likened it to an âevent horizon.' We see things on it after, and even in advance of, any given event! In the former case as a sort of retinal after-image printed in the sphere, and in the latter as a gradual emergence until theâwhateverâbreaks through.
“They actually saw that thing comingâbut they didn't know what they were seeing! Remember, it was the first. They saw it in the sphere: a gradual darkening of part of the surface up near the sphere's dome. The dark patch became a shape, the shape a sort of misty three-dimensional picture, and the imageâin a little whileâreality. They saw the head and face of a bat four or five feet across: like a hologram but slowly, oh so slowly, changing. It was all in slow-motion, a fascinating thing to witness. So they thought. The wrinkling of the convolute snout, which perhaps took half a minute; the leaning forward of the earsâa flicker of motion in real-timeâlasting all of five seconds; the baring of the needle teeth, each one of them six inches long, which was accomplished with the speed of a yawn.
“Now think of it: they had guns! There were actually
a handful of soldiers down there with weaponsânot for any specific purpose, but simply because soldiers sometimes have guns. But who would think to shoot at such a thing, eh? After the fact, maybeâbut at the time? Listen to me: do we shoot off guns at pictures on a screen? That was what this was like, a 3-D film.
a handful of soldiers down there with weaponsânot for any specific purpose, but simply because soldiers sometimes have guns. But who would think to shoot at such a thing, eh? After the fact, maybeâbut at the time? Listen to me: do we shoot off guns at pictures on a screen? That was what this was like, a 3-D film.
“Also, Viktor Luchov was there. Do you think he would have let them shoot at it? Not a chance! He didn't even know what the sphere was yet. But ⦠it might well be his redemption! In Franz Ayvaz's absence he had still to answer for the Perchorsk Incident, and now out of nowhere this ⦠phenomenon!
“Its clarity had been improving for about an hour. All the misty edges had firmed up until the image had the brilliance of a TV picture. People had run to fetch cameras and were actually filming it, like tourists filming ancient monuments or views of outstanding beauty! After all, they knew it couldn't be real. What? A bat with a head as huge as an elephant's?
“Thenâquite suddenly, without warningâthe impossible happened. They realized that the snout had pushed
through
the âskin' of the sphere. The monster was no longer just an image on a screen. It sniffed, inhaled sharply several timesâand in the next instant the nightmare was upon them!
through
the âskin' of the sphere. The monster was no longer just an image on a screen. It sniffed, inhaled sharply several timesâand in the next instant the nightmare was upon them!
“The event horizon slows things down, Michael. But once the Gate is breached, then all reverts to normal. But ânormal' for that obscenity was total hell for the people face to face with it! I say it sniffedâa huge bat sniffing its preyâand it scented them!
And it changed!
The face and head that came through the skin were those of a vast wolf. You saw the thing in the tank metamorphose? It was like that, the very same. The giant wolfs head came through, and then its shouldersâbut pushing them forward was a leathery bat's body, and great bat wings unfurling as wide as the sphere itself!
And it changed!
The face and head that came through the skin were those of a vast wolf. You saw the thing in the tank metamorphose? It was like that, the very same. The giant wolfs head came through, and then its shouldersâbut pushing them forward was a leathery bat's body, and great bat wings unfurling as wide as the sphere itself!
“Panic? There was such panic as men rarely experience
in a lifetime. And to make it worse, the thing didn't come into this world silently but screaming. Ah, and what a voice it had!
in a lifetime. And to make it worse, the thing didn't come into this world silently but screaming. Ah, and what a voice it had!
“It came howling its rage at the bright lights, its hunger for the blood it had scented, its fear of an alien environment. And it slew. But while it was doing this,
still
it continued to emerge from the sphere. Now the rear end of the thing was like a vast centipede, stampeding through the Gate and threshing everywhere. It changed endlessly, became a dozen different hybrids in as many moments, and each and every one of them murderous!
still
it continued to emerge from the sphere. Now the rear end of the thing was like a vast centipede, stampeding through the Gate and threshing everywhere. It changed endlessly, became a dozen different hybrids in as many moments, and each and every one of them murderous!
“It snapped cables in its blind blunderingâblind, yes, for it couldn't bear the lights. And a mercy it
was
blind, for if not the carnage would have been that much worse. But as it damaged the power supply many of the lights failed and its vision improved accordingly. Now it picked its victims with more deliberation, and devoured them whole with a deal more dexterity.
was
blind, for if not the carnage would have been that much worse. But as it damaged the power supply many of the lights failed and its vision improved accordingly. Now it picked its victims with more deliberation, and devoured them whole with a deal more dexterity.
“But now, too, the soldiers were shooting at itâthose with the nerve for it, anyway. They couldn't tell if their bullets hurt, but the massed gunfire certainly alarmed it. It headed for the darkest place it could find: the dimly lighted shaft, of course. By now it had changed into something very like the squirting squid-like thing your AWACS air-crew filmed. Vastâamazingly
vast
âit squeezed and squirted its way through the magmass levels. Indeed, in the way its plastic body flowed it was not unlike the magmass; and as it went so it put out extrusions with mouth and with eye and with ⦠oh, appendages for which there is really no description. Imagine a leg sprouting from its side, and then the leg itself becoming a scuttling spider-thing, and you may have some idea of what I'm talking about.
vast
âit squeezed and squirted its way through the magmass levels. Indeed, in the way its plastic body flowed it was not unlike the magmass; and as it went so it put out extrusions with mouth and with eye and with ⦠oh, appendages for which there is really no description. Imagine a leg sprouting from its side, and then the leg itself becoming a scuttling spider-thing, and you may have some idea of what I'm talking about.
“But finally it was out into the ravine, and in its wake a trail of death and destruction filled with the screams of the dead and the dying, and the empty spaces which were all that remained of those who had
vanished forever. For a second time the Perchorsk Projekt was a shambles, and somewhere in the world outside that monstrosity was on the loose and rampaging. And no one had the faintest idea what to do about it.
vanished forever. For a second time the Perchorsk Projekt was a shambles, and somewhere in the world outside that monstrosity was on the loose and rampaging. And no one had the faintest idea what to do about it.
“If we Russians have faults, Michael, they are these: we tend to be too well regimented in our thinking, and we are not accustomed to failure. So that when things go disastrously wrong we stand stunned, uncomprehending, like small children waiting for Mama to tell us what to do next. It was like that for Khruschev when Kennedy faced him down, and again for theâshall we sayââresponsible authorities' over that stupid affair of the Korean airliner. If there are any more disasters in the offing, it will doubtless be the same all over againâjust as it was here at Perchorsk.
“Eventually the military were alerted, and they in turn told Moscow. But can you imagine the reaction? âWhat? Something has got loose from Perchorsk in the Urals? What sort of something? What are you talking about?' But at last Migs were sent up from Kirovsk, and the rest you already know. Indeed, you know more than I do about that part of it! But at least I know why the Russian fighters failed while the USAF planes succeeded. We've learned that much from the other ⦠encounters. It's the reason for the flamethrowers.
“That's right: the American aircraft were equipped with experimental Firedevil air-to-air missiles which not only explode on impact but hurl searing flames all about. Less bulky than napalm but ten percent more effective. That is what stopped that thing over the Hudson Bayâfire! Fire and lightâsunlight! Until the American fighters contacted it, the thing had flown through or under fairly dense cloud cover, and the sunlight wasn't strong yet. But as the sun rose so the creature descended, seeking protection for itself. They are cold things, Michael, and they are things of darkness.
“You've described what you saw on that AWACS film: clouds of vile gasses boiling off the creature's
surface in the bright sunlight, and the way its vast, flattened, airfoil body shrank from the sun. Ah, yes! It wasn't so much that the Migs failed, but that other,
natural
forces assisted the Americans in their success. The thing was half-beaten before it met the Americans, and their Firedevils finished it off.
surface in the bright sunlight, and the way its vast, flattened, airfoil body shrank from the sun. Ah, yes! It wasn't so much that the Migs failed, but that other,
natural
forces assisted the Americans in their success. The thing was half-beaten before it met the Americans, and their Firedevils finished it off.
“Well, and that was the end of Encounter One â¦
“Now a sort of anticlimax: Encounter Two was a wolf!
“It came through in just the same way as the first thing, but by comparison it was so smallâand so normalâthat it almost went unnoticed. But not quite. A soldier spotted it first, put a bullet in it the moment it came limping through the Gate. That stopped it, but not fatally. It was examined, but oh so cautiously, and found to be ⦠a wolf! It was old, mangy, almost blind and close to starving. They saved its life, caged it, fed and cared for it and subjected it to every test in the book. Because they weren't quite sure they could trust it, do you see? But ⦠it
was
a wolf. In every respect a brother of the creatures which even today hunt in the great forests of these parts. By the time it died nine months ago, of old age, the animal was quite tame.
was
a wolf. In every respect a brother of the creatures which even today hunt in the great forests of these parts. By the time it died nine months ago, of old age, the animal was quite tame.
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