Infinity Beach - Jack McDevitt [158]
“We’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”
Kim saw lights coming from the direction of Eagle Point. “Thanks,” she said.
She was several kilometers in front of it now, and it was no more than a fuzzy patch of cloud in the moonlight. But she saw the comet head re-forming, saw it moving against the backdrop of other clouds.
Her sensors told her it was gathering speed. Coming fast and coming faster.
She waited, watched it approach, watched it fill the sky behind her. Its mad gaze stared malevolently out of her screens. And when she could stand it no more, when it was climbing her tailpipe, she turned aside and sent it hurtling once again across the sky.
Stupid goddamn critter.
Trailing filaments touched her starboard wing. Lights went off, a red lamp on the console began blinking furiously, and the engine died. The flyer fell. The sky reeled around her and Kim’s stomach tried to climb up into her throat. Engine failure was supposed to be something that never happened. But if it did, procedure required taking a minute before trying to restart. Give the automatics time to clear the lines. She held on as long as she could while the flyer dropped through the sky. Then she hit the button. The magnetics caught and the engine came on.
Trees and hills swept past.
She pulled back on the yoke, gained enough to clear obstacles, but stayed low. Keep down in thicker air. That should make it more difficult for the shroud.
It was off her screens, but she thought she could see its remnants, long wispy trails against the stars.
The red lamp was still blinking.
Batteries.
She requested a readout on her power supplies.
AT CURRENT RATE OF USAGE, VEHICLE CAN STAY ALOFT THIRTY-FOUR MINUTES.
“Kim.” A new voice. A man’s. “Steer northeast and gain some altitude. We’ll take it from here.”
A police cruiser appeared above off to her right.
“Glad to see you guys,” she told them. “Heads up. The thing’s bad news.”
The shroud was re-forming.
A second unit moved in. Kim scanned for their frequency, hoping to hear what they were saying to each other, but without Jerry she couldn’t find it.
The warning lamp was blinking furiously. Get down before you fall down. Ordinarily, she’d have looked for the nearest piece of flat land. But not tonight. She returned to her Eagle Point course.
The police had commenced firing. They were using bolt lasers. Big ones, far more potent than the handheld models with which Tripley’s security team had been armed.
Caught in the assault, the shroud rippled orange and white. Sections of it were blown away. Tendrils fountained into the air, and the creature began to dissolve.
The cruiser moved in and attacked at point-blank range.
“—Maybe not a good idea—” she told them.
From Kim’s perspective it looked like a minuscule electrical storm. But suddenly the charges stopped, the lights went out, and the aircraft disappeared into the darkness. Moments later, near the ground, a fireball erupted.
The radio was silent.
Power reserves gave her thirty minutes. Getting tight. Where was she going to land that she’d be safe from that goddamn thing?
“Kim.” Air Rescue again. “Keep moving. Get out of the area.”
“I’m trying to do that.” The sky to her rear was dark. “The shooting’s stopped back there,” she said.
“I know.”
Her sensors reacquired the shroud.
“You need something more effective than a laser. You have anything that can transmit concentrated microwaves?”
“We’re looking into it. Kim, can you move a little faster?”
“I’m losing power. I’m not sure I can make the city.”
“Just as well. Head east. Away from the mountains. Look for a place to set down. We have more units en route.”
Head east. “Unless you’ve got something better than you had last time,” she said, “you’re just going to get people killed. Me among them. Maybe you should call in the fleet.”
“Trust us. We’ll take care of it.”
Right.
The shroud was coming again. Moving with increasing velocity through the night.
Damned stupid Sheyel. Nobody ever listens.
A string of lights raced