Anarchate Vigilante (Vigilante Series 4) Read Free Page B

along with pilots Toktaleen, Sarah, Rafael, and Ben the Australian, move into ocean-time linkage with their ship and with Matt and his battlemates. Soon the four of them would also enter ocean-time . They came to a stop at the top of the rampway.
    “Matt ,” called Mata Hari over their shared mindlink. “We are at Level Four. Moving ahead takes us to a food refectory suitable for oxy-nitro lifeforms. Taking the curving hallway to our left will bring us to the cell of the captives. And the two security defenders. The hallway to the right leads to sleeping quarters for base workers. Orders?”
    Thinking quickly Matt ordered Suit to emit a tiny Spy Eye that headed down the curving hallway, its egg shape hugging the high ceiling of the rocky hallway. Three more Snoopers loaded with retch gas left Suit and headed down the forward hallway. Three other Snoopers coptered down the right hallway,  their onboard datachips loaded with a signal that would lock down the electronic locks of each sleep room. Activating Suit’s pressor and tractor beamer units that adorned his helmet, he turned toward the cell hallway. Walking slowly, he headed down the curving hallway.
    “George, hold station at the intersection,” he called back to his battlemate. “Keep the space clear for our return. Suzanne and Eliana, what do you sense of the thoughts and emotions of the guard lifeform? Is it alert? Worried? Resting?”
    “Resting,” Suzanne said a second before Eliana said the same thing.
    Eliana snorted. “But the vision of the Spelidon rat guard says the Combat Mech is floating three meters further down the hallway, on the opposite side of the slidedoor that leads to the captives’ cell.”
    That matched the image Matt was now getting via the Spy Eye floater that had rounded the curve ahead of them. Time to get serious.
    “Everyone, prepare to enter ocean-time . Cross-link your shoulder and backpack weapons with mine so we do not fire on each other. Go airborne now and be prepared to use your suit tractor beam to transport a captive.” In his mind Matt ordered the retch gas Snoopers to activate just inside the refectory, the door lock Snoopers to jam slidedoors, and Mata Hari to blow the explosive Remotes while activating the three white noise Remotes. “Enter now!”
    In sync and on-line with a super-strong combat suit that feels like your own body is wonderful. It’s ecstatic. Nullgrav plates in his boots shot Matt up toward the hallway ceiling. A waist Repulsor block flipped him over to horizontal flight. Both shoulder pulse-cannons whirred On Target as the floating Combat Mech and the combat-suited Spelidon came into view. Ocean-time flooded his senses. He thought fast. Faster than humanly possible. Picoseconds blurred past. Nanoseconds zipped along. Milliseconds ticked by, slowly.
    Forty milliseconds passed in the outside world, Suit informed him.
    With a PET thought-image both his shoulder pulse-cannons fired at the steel grey oval of the Combat Mech, the two green laser beams set for metal-punch. Metal glowed yellow-white at their contact, then hissed away as his beams entered and fried the inner workings of the Mech. It shot off one red laser beam that hit the ceiling as its Nullgrav lost power, dropping the Mech onto the gravplate floor. The Spelidon Guardian began to turn its head toward the three of them even as the rat’s combat suit CPU turned a belly laser toward them. Electronic senses moved so much faster than normal organic thought. Which was why he’d taken out the Combat Mech first. Now Matt, Eliana and Suzanne fired on the Spelidon.
    Six hundred milliseconds lumbered by.
    The rocket bagpipes on the biceps of each suit fired a volley of Fire-and-Forget Nanoshells, already programmed for the infrared signature of the Spelidon, each shell able to twist and turn in flight as miniature vernier jets steered them after every dying twitch and jerk. They were relentless. They were deadly. They would arrive within a