We Only Need the Heads Read Free

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    The hand-tooled sign at the edge of the colony read, “New Seattle.” As far as Wilson could see, it was the only thing in the colony that hadn’t burned.
    “Teams, report in,” Lee said. There were no teams other than her own near her; her voice was being carried by BrainPal. Wilson opened up the general channel in his own head.
    “Team one here,” said Blaine Givens, the team leader. “I’ve got nothing but burned huts and dead bodies.”
    “Team two here,” said Muhamad Ahmed. “I’ve got the same.”
    “Team three,” said Janet Mulray. “More of the same. Whatever happened here isn’t happening now.” The three other teams reported the same.
    “Anybody finding survivors?” Lee asked. Responses came in: None so far. “Keep looking,” she said.
    “I need to get to the colony HQ,” Wilson said. “That’s why I’m here.”
    Lee nodded and moved her team forward.
    “I thought we weren’t colonizing anymore,” Jefferson said to Wilson as they moved into the colony. “The aliens told us they’d vaporize any planet we colonized.”
    “Not ‘the aliens,’” Wilson said. “The Conclave. There’s a difference.”
    “What’s the difference?” Jefferson asked.
    “There are about six hundred different alien races we deal with,” Wilson said. “Maybe two-thirds of them are in the Conclave. The rest of them are like us, unaffiliated.” He routed around a dead colonist who lay, charred, in the path.
    “And what does that mean, sir?” Jefferson asked, routing around the same body but letting his eyes linger on it.
    “It means they’re like us,” Wilson said. “If they colonize, the Conclave will blast the crap out of them, too.”
    “But this is a colony,” Jefferson said, turning his eyes back to Wilson. “Our colony.”
    “It’s a wildcat colony,” Wilson said. “It’s not sanctioned by the Colonial Union. And this is someone else’s planet anyway.”
    “The Conclave’s?” Jefferson asked.
    Wilson shook his head. “No, the Bula. Another group of aliens entirely.” He motioned at the burned-out huts and sheds around them. “When these guys headed here, they were on their own. No support from the CU. And no defense, either.”
    “So not our colony,” Jefferson said.
    “No,” Wilson said.
    “Will the aliens see it that way, sir?” Jefferson asked. “Either group, I mean.”
    “Since we’d be screwed either way if they didn’t, let’s hope so,” Wilson said. He looked up and saw that he and Jefferson had gotten off the pace of Lee. “Come on, Jefferson.” He jogged to catch up with the platoon leader.
    Two minutes later, Wilson and Lee’s squad were in front of a partially collapsed Quonset hut. “I think this is it,” Lee said, to Wilson. “The HQ, I mean.”
    “How do you figure?” Wilson said.
    “Largest building inside the colony proper,” Lee said. “Have to have some place for town meetings.”
    “I can’t argue with that logic,” Wilson said, and looked at the hut, concerned about its stability. He looked over at Lee and her squad.
    “After you, Lieutenant,” Lee said. Wilson sighed and pried open the door to the hut.
    Inside the hut were two bodies and a whole lot of mess.
    “Looks like something’s been at them,” Lee said, tapping one with a foot. Wilson saw Jefferson, looking at the body, turn a sicklier shade of green than he already was.
    “How long have they been dead, do you think?” Wilson asked.
    Lee shrugged. “Between the time they sent the distress call and we got here? Couldn’t be less than a week.”
    “Since when do wildcat colonies report back?” Wilson asked.
    “I just go where they tell me, Lieutenant,” Lee said. She motioned to Jefferson and pointed at one of the bodies. “Check that body for an ID chip. Colonists sometimes put them in so they can keep track of each other.”
    “You want me to go through the body?” Jefferson asked, clearly horrified.
    “Ping it,” Lee said,