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  “Bleak,” said Hunter. “Esper DeChance, run a standard scan of the area. If there’s any living thing within a half-mile radius, I want to know about it right now.”

  There was a brief pause, and then the telepath’s voice murmured calmly in his ear. “There’s nothing out there, Captain. Not even any plant life. From the feel of it, you’ve dropped us right in the middle of nowhere.”

  “I’ve just had a great idea, Captain.” That was one of the marines, Russel Corbie. His voice was sharp and hurried. “Let’s turn this crate around and tell the Empire the whole damned planet was closed for renovations.”

  “Sorry, Corbie,” said Hunter, smiling in spite of himself. “We pretty much drained the ship’s batteries just getting down here. There’s no way she’ll ever be lifting into orbit again.”

  “So we’re stuck here,” said Corbie. “Great. Just bloody marvellous. I should have deserted when I had the chance.”

  “You did,” said Hunter. “That’s how you ended up in the Hell Squads.”

  “Besides,” said Lindholm, the other marine, “even if we got upstairs again, what good would it do us? You don’t suppose the Devastation is still there waiting for us, do you? She’s long gone, Russ. We’re on our own now. Just like they said.”

  The marine’s words seemed to echo ominously. No one else said anything. The quiet seemed strange, almost eerie, after the chaos of the trip down. Now there was only the slow ticking of the cooling metal hull, and the occasional quiet murmur from the computers as the Investigator studied the main viewscreen. Hunter stretched slowly in his webbing, scowling unhappily as he tried to get a grip on what he should do first. There were any number of things he should be doing, but now that the moment had come he found he was strangely reluctant to act, as though by committing himself to any one action, the marooning of the pinnace would suddenly become fixed and real.

  Hunter had had a lot of time to get used to the idea of being abandoned on Wolf IV, but somehow it had never seemed real before. Even on the morning before the drop, he’d still been half expecting a reprieve, or a standby, or something to happen that would mean he didn’t have to go. But there was no reprieve, and deep down he’d known there wouldn’t be. His Clan had turned its back on him. As far as they were concerned, he was already dead. Hunter bit his lower lip as the implications came home to him with new force.

  There wasn’t going to be any backup. The only high tech the Squad had was what they’d brought with them, and that would last only as long as the energy crystals that powered it. If anything went wrong, there was no one they could call on for help. They were alone on Wolf IV. The first colonists wouldn’t be on their way for months, even assuming Wolf IV checked out as habitable. Long before then, the Hell Squad would either become completely self-sufficient, or they would all die.

  On the other hand, there was no one here to interfere, either. For the first time in his career, Hunter had a completely free hand. On Wolf IV, there were no stupid rules and regulations to work around, no more having to bow and scrape to fools in high office. Hunter felt a little of the tension go out of him. He could cope. He always had, in the past. And the blind, unreasoning panic that had robbed him of his career and his future was just another obstacle he’d learn to overcome in the days ahead. He believed that, with all his heart. He had to. The alternative was unthinkable. He cut that line of thought short. He’d known what he was getting into when he volunteered.

  The Hell Squads were one-way planet scouts. They landed on newly discovered worlds, searched out the good and bad points, and decided whether or not the place was colonizable. And learned how to stay alive while they were doing it. The Squads had a high mortality rate, which was why they were made up of people who wouldn’t be missed. The expendable. The losers. The failures, the rebels, the outcasts, and the damned. Broken men and forsaken heroes. The people who never fitted in. Whatever happened on the world they went to, there was no way back. The new world was their home, and would be for the rest of their lives.

  Hunter turned to Krystel, who was scowling at one of her monitor screens. “Tell me the bad news, Investigator.”

  “A lot of the details are still unclear, Captain, but I think I’ve got the general picture. There’s been a lot of volcanic activity around here in the recent past, and it’s still going on in some places. The air is full of floating ash, but it’s breathable. It’s too early yet to start worrying about long-term effects on the lungs, but it might be advisable to rig up some kind of masks or filters before entering the worst areas. Apart from that, all in all the signs look good. Air, gravity, and temperature are all within acceptable limits, as promised. Not a particularly pleasant world, but habitable.”

  “What can you tell me about the immediate vicinity?” said Hunter, frowning. “Anything to worry about there?”

  “Hard to say, Captain. The sun won’t be up for another hour or so, and there’s some heavy mists. This planet has three moons, but none of them are big enough to shed much light. We’ll have to wait till morning, and then go outside and look for ourselves.”

  “That isn’t proper procedure,” said the marine Corbie quickly, his voice breaking in through the comm net. “First man out is a volunteer job; always has been. And I want to make it very clear that I am not volunteering. First rule of life in the Service: never volunteer for anything. Right, Sven?”

  “Right,” said Lindholm.

  “Keep the noise down,” said Hunter. “I’m going to be the first man out.”

  He shook his head ruefully as the others fell silent. He should have made sure he was out of the comm net before discussing the situation with the Investigator. Not that Corbie’s attitude had been much of a surprise. He’d better keep an eye on that one. He was going to be trouble. Hunter sighed, and clambered awkwardly out of his webbing. Might as well take a look now. He’d feel better once he was actually doing something. There was just room enough to stand up straight without banging his head on the overhead, and a few steps brought him to the arms locker. Krystel got out of her webbing to help him, and the two of them manoeuvred carefully in the confined space of the control deck.

  First man out meant a full field kit. The steelmesh tunic went on first. Heavy enough to stop or turn a blade, but still light enough to let him move quickly and easily when he had to. Next came the gun and holster. Hunter felt a little easier with the disrupter on his right hip. The familiar weight was a comfort. The sword and its scabbard went on his left hip. The disrupter was a far more powerful weapon, but the sword was more reliable. The gun’s energy crystal took two minutes to recharge between each shot. A sword never needs recharging. Next came a leather bandolier that crossed his chest, carrying half a dozen concussion grenades. Nasty things, particularly in a confined space. Hunter had always found them very useful. And finally, he snapped a force shield bracelet round his left wrist. He was now ready to face whatever the planet had to offer. In theory, anyway.

  He rocked back and forth on his heels, getting used to the change in his weight. It had been a long time since he’d had to wear full field kit. Normally a Captain stayed safely in orbit, while his shock troops got on with the rough stuff down below. Rank hath its privileges. Hunter smiled briefly, and shifted the heavy bandolier into a more comfortable position. How are the mighty fallen … Still, he’d always intended to be first man out on the new planet. Willingly or not, he’d come a long way to see his new home, and it was a moment he didn’t intend to share with anyone else. He nodded briefly to the Investigator, and turned round to face the airlock door. Krystel leant over the control panels, and the heavy metal door hissed open. Hunter stepped carefully into the airlock, and the door closed firmly behind him.

  The closet-sized airlock was even more claustrophobic than the control deck, but Hunter didn’t give a damn. Now that the moment had come to actually face the unknown, he felt suddenly reluctant to go through with it. A familiar panic gnawed at his nerves, threatening to break free. Once the airlock door o
pened and he stepped outside, he would be face to face with the world he would never leave. While he was on board the pinnace, he could still pretend …

  The outer door swung open. Thin streamers of mist entered the airlock, bringing the night’s chill with them. Hunter raised his chin. Once outside, he’d be the first man ever to set foot on Wolf IV. The history books would know his name. Hunter sniffed. Stuff the history books. He took a deep breath and stepped gingerly out into the new world.

  The great hull of the pinnace loomed above him, brilliant in its coat of lights. Mists swirled all around the ship, thick and silver-grey, diffusing the ship’s lights before they were swallowed up by the night. Hunter moved slowly away from the airlock, fighting an urge to stick close to the ship for security. The air was bitter cold, and something in it irritated his throat. He coughed several times to clear it. The sound was dull and muted. The ground crunched under his feet, and he knelt down to study it. It was hard to the touch, but cracked and broken from the pinnace’s weight. Pumice stone, perhaps; hardened lava from the volcanoes. Hunter shrugged and straightened up again. He knew he should move further away from the ship, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do that yet. The gloom beyond the ship’s lights was utterly dark, and intimidating. He let his hands rest on his gunbelt, and activated his comm implant.

  “Captain to pinnace. Do you read me?”

  “Yes, Captain. Loud and clear.” Krystel’s calm voice in his ear was infinitely reassuring. “Anything to report?”

  “Not a thing. I can’t see for any distance, but the area seems deserted. No trace of anything but rock and mists. I’ll try again later, when the sun comes up. How long is that?”

  “One hour twenty-three minutes. What does it feel like out there, Captain?”

  “Cold,” said Hunter. “Cold… and lonely. I’m coming back in.”

  He took one last look around. Everything seemed still and silent, but suddenly his hackles rose and his hand dropped to his gun. Nothing had changed, but in that instant Hunter knew without a shadow of a doubt that there was something out there in the night, watching him. There couldn’t be. The sensors and the esper had assured him the area was deserted. Hunter trusted both of them implicitly, yet all of his instincts told him he was being watched. He licked his dry lips, and then deliberately turned his back on the darkness. It was nerves, that was all. Just nerves. He stepped back into the airlock, and the door swung shut behind him.

  Dawn rose unhurriedly above the featureless horizon, tinting the remaining mists an unhealthy yellow. The mists had begun to disappear the moment the sun showed itself, and the last stubborn remnants were now slowly fading away to nothing. The silver sun was painfully bright and cast sharp-edged shadows. Everything seemed unusually distinct, though everywhere the natural colors were muted and faded by the intensity of the light. The sky was pale green in colour, apparently from dust clouds high up in the atmosphere. The pinnace stood alone on the open ground, a gleaming silver needle on the cracked and broken plain. There was a dark smudge on the horizon, which the ship’s probes had identified as a forest. It was too far away to show up in any detail on the pinnace’s sensors.

  The ship’s airlock stood open, with the two marines standing guard beside it. In reality, the ship’s sensors would sound a warning long before either man could spot a threat, but the Captain didn’t believe in his men sitting around idle. The marines didn’t mind, much. The open plain was far more interesting than the cramped confines of the pinnace. Not far away, Dr. Williams was prising free some samples of the crumbling ground and dropping them into a specimen bag. All three men worked hard at seeming calm and at ease, but each of them had a barely suppressed air of jumpiness that showed itself in abrupt, sudden movements.

  Russel Corbie leaned against the pinnace hull and wondered how long it would be till the next meal. Breakfast had been one protein cube and a glass of distilled water, neither of which you’d call filling. He’d eaten better in the military prison. He looked around him, but there was still nothing much to see. The open plain was bleak and barren and eerily silent. Corbie smiled sourly. On the way down, his heart had hammered frantically at the thought of the horrible creatures that might be lying in wait for him here, but so far his first day on Wolf IV had been unrelievedly boring. Still, he wasn’t exactly unhappy. Given the choice between boredom and hideous monsters, he’d go for the tedium any day.

  Corbie was a small, solidly built man in his mid-twenties. His sharp-edged features and dull black uniform gave him an uncanny resemblance to the bird of prey he was named after. His face was habitually dour, and his eyes were wary. His uniform was dirty and sloppy, and looked like several people had slept in it.

  There’s one like Corbie in every outfit. He knows everyone, has contacts everywhere, and can get you anything. For a price. The Empire doesn’t care for such people. Corbie had been in a military prison and resigned to staying there for some time, when the chance came to volunteer for the Hell Squads. At the time, it had seemed like a good idea.

  Sven Lindholm was a complete contrast to Corbie. He was tall and muscular, in his mid-thirties, with broad shoulders and an intimidatingly flat stomach. His uniform was perfectly cut and immaculate. His pale blue eyes and short corn-yellow hair gave him a calm, sleepy look that fooled nobody. He wore his sword and gun with the casual grace of long acquaintance, and his hands never moved far from either. Lindholm was a fighter, and looked it.

  Corbie sighed again, and Lindholm looked at him, amused. “What is it now, Russ?”

  “Nothing. Just thinking.”

  “Something gloomy, no doubt. I’ve never known anyone with such a talent for finding things to worry about. Look on the bright side, Russ. We’ve been here almost three hours, and so far absolutely nothing has tried to kill us. This place is deserted; there’s not even a bird in the sky.”

  “Yeah,” said Corbie. “Suspicious, that.”

  “There’s no pleasing you, is there?” said Lindholm. “Would you have preferred it if we’d stepped out of the pinnace and found ourselves face to face with something large and obnoxious with hundreds of teeth?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe. At least we’d have known where we were, then. This place feels wrong. You can’t tell me you haven’t felt it too, Sven. It isn’t natural for an open space like this to be so deserted. I mean, it’s not like we’re in the middle of a desert. You saw the probes’ memories; apart from a few extra volcanoes and the odd patch of stormy weather, this world is practically Earth normal. So where the hell is everything? This kind of planet should be swarming with life.”

  “Will you cut it out?” said Lindholm. “I’m starting to feel nervous now.”

  “Good,” said Corbie. “I’d hate to feel this worried on my own.” He stared at the ground thoughtfully, and hit it a few times with the heel of his boot. The ground cracked and split apart. “Look at this, Sven. Bone-dry. Sucked clean of every last drop of moisture. Can’t be because of the day’s heat. The sun’s up and it’s still bloody freezing.” He studied the view again, and scowled unhappily. “I don’t know; I wasn’t expecting a garden planet, but this place gives me the creeps.”

  “I shouldn’t worry about it,” said Lindholm. “You’ll get used to it, as the years go by.”

  “You’re a real comfort, Sven.”

  “What are friends for?”

  They stood together in silence for a while, studying the featureless plain. The sound of Dr. Williams digging came clearly to them on the quiet.

  “What do you think of our Captain?” said Lindholm, as much to keep Corbie from brooding as anything. He already had his own opinion of the Captain.

  Corbie’s scowl deepened. “All the Captains we could have got, and we had to end up with Scott Hunter. I did a little research on him before we left the Devastation. The man is hardworking, a bit of a martinet, and too damned honest for everyone’s good. Volunteered for patrol duty out in the Rim worlds, and distinguished himself in four major battles. Could
have made Admiral eventually, if he hadn’t screwed up. Always assuming he could have learned to keep his opinions to himself, and kiss the right butts.”

  Lindholm nodded slowly. “We could have done worse.”

  “Are you kidding?” Corbie shook his head dolefully. “I know his sort. Honest, courageous, and a bloody hero to boot, I’ll bet. You can’t trust heroes. They’ll get you killed one way or another, chasing after their bloody ideals.”

  “You’re a fine one to talk,” said Lindholm. “I was there the time you led that charge against the Blood Runners, out in the Obeah Systems, remember?”

  Corbie shrugged. “I was drunk.”

  “Well, you shouldn’t have that problem here. The nearest bar is light-years away.”

  “Don’t remind me. I’ll have to put some thought into building a still.”

  “We could have drawn a worse hand,” said Lindholm. “It’s a dismal-looking place, no doubt about it, but at least it’s not another Grendel or Shub.”

  “As far as we know,” said Corbie darkly.

  “Cut it out, Russ.” Lindholm glanced over at Dr. Williams, and lowered his voice. “What do you know about the rest of our Squad? The way I heard it, the esper got caught making a run for the rebel planet, Mistworld, but I couldn’t find out a thing about the doctor, or the Investigator.”

  “Don’t look at me,” said Corbie. “I’ve never even met an Investigator before. I don’t normally travel in such high company. The esper’s no one special, as far as I know. Just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and trusted the wrong man. Not bad-looking, though, in a spooky kind of way.”

  Lindholm snorted. “Forget it, Russ. The Captain won’t stand for any tomfoolery. Beats me how you can think about sex at a time like this, anyway.”

  Corbie shrugged. “I have a reputation to live down to.”

  “What about the doctor?” said Lindholm. “Why is he here?”

 

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