Coldbrook(92)

Holly had punched off the eradicator so that she could escape through, but Jonah had no idea whether it had been set on a time delay. And with power off there was no way to find out. The core, and therefore the breach and its associated containment and eradicator, was self-sustaining, but now impossible to assess.

Something scraped against the floor. He wasn’t sure where the sound had come from or what had caused it, but he held his breath and listened for more. Nothing.

‘Time to get out of here,’ Jonah muttered, drawing the gun from his waistband. He was nowhere near prepared but he could stay no longer.

He strode towards the breach, the threat of being killed by the eradicator a remote concern because he would feel nothing. His body would close down, his mind following soon after, and perhaps he would die thinking of Wendy and everything they had not had time to do together.

As he was about to enter, hair standing on end and body tingling all over, he saw a shadow moving towards him. He raised the gun, heavy and comforting in his hand. Perhaps I’m seeing myself, he thought, because he had no idea what crossing between this world and another might do.

Then the tip of a metal-and-wood device was pointing at him, a shape emerged behind it, and Holly said, ‘You can put can the gun down, Jonah.’

‘Holly!’ he gasped. She stood in the space between two Earths, edging forward, the crossbow pointing at his face. Behind her, only darkness.

‘Jonah?’

He kept his gun trained on her, but he had almost forgotten about it in his surprise.

‘Holly, I . . .’

She came forward from the breach, and Jonah could see that so much about her had changed. She was sweating, panting hard, grubby, wearing long shapeless clothes. And her eyes were wide and determined.

‘Gun, Jonah.’

‘Oh.’ He lowered the pistol and smiled, and then Holly’s eyes went wide.

‘I’m not one of—’ he said – and she fired.

HollyshotmeHollyshotme! The bolt flew past the side of his head and he felt a brief draught as it whispered by. Then he heard an impact behind him and a startled exhalation, and as he spun around Holly was shouting, ‘What the f*ck was that?’

‘What?’ Jonah felt a momentary queasiness, and the world tilted around him. Holly did not come to help him and he had to lean over and rest his hands on his knees. There was nothing moving in Control apart from a trace of mist.

‘That thing.’

‘There’s nothing—’

‘Weird guy behind you. Gone now.’ Her voice trembled a little, and at first he thought it was from fear. ‘Not one of them?’

‘The Inquisitor?’ Jonah asked, realising that Holly was afraid she’d shot someone else. ‘You saw it?’ But his rush of elation was quickly tempered by Holly’s expression.

‘Inquisitor.’ Holly blinked a few times, shock settling across her face. ‘Jesus help us. The Inquisitor? That’s what you called it?’

‘It’s what it calls itself.’

‘Oh, Jonah, we have so much to talk about.’

‘Through there,’ he said, pointing behind her.

‘No.’ She was loading a fresh bolt into the crossbow.

‘Yes!’ They had to leave here, because the freak had revealed himself to both of them.

‘No, Jonah. No way. They’re close.’ She looked behind her and, though he could see no shadows moving through there, Jonah could see that her fear was very real.

‘Who?’

She pointed her crossbow at the first fury that had come through and started all this. ‘Like that,’ she said. ‘Hundreds.’

‘Oh.’ Jonah stepped closer to her. She smelled strange, but she was still his Holly.

‘Is there anywhere safe?’ she asked softly.

‘I don’t think so.’

Holly’s face fell. She leaned against Jonah, hugging him tight.

‘Oh, Jonah, what have we done?’

He had a thousand questions for her – about the crossbow, her clothes, the smell, her knowledge, the things through there, what she had seen, what she had heard . . . But one most of all.

‘The Inquisitor,’ he said.

‘Drake mentioned it.’

‘Drake?’


Holly pulled back, and her slight smile shocked him. ‘In a way, he’s their version of you.’

Jonah froze. ‘Holly . . .’

There were figures moving behind her, through the breach. The darkness throbbed and shifted, a pulsing riot of shadow that was drawing closer.

‘Might be the guards,’ Holly said, but there was doubt in her voice.

‘Guards?’

Holly concentrated, peering through the breach, turning her head slightly left and right. She lifted the crossbow again, and it seemed such an unconscious gesture that Jonah wondered how much she had changed. When she’d gone through she had been a scientist, now . . . now she looked like someone out of Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior.

‘No,’ she said. ‘Not the guards. Don’t know how time changes when . . .’ She grabbed Jonah’s arm and started for the door. ‘We have to get out of Control and lock it up, tight.’ She looked around the large room, and he knew what she was searching for.

‘It’ll come again,’ he said. ‘But . . . you hit it, and it went?’