Underdogs. Chris Bonnello

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СКАЧАТЬ there a… more scientific explanation?’ asked Alex.

      ‘I’m a mathematician, not a biologist. Even Lorraine is struggling, but we both agree I’m better off without it inside me.’

      Concerned faces in the crowd began to look at each other. A couple looked at Ewan, as if he could do anything. They only reminded him of his own powerlessness, and as with everything else in life that lay beyond his control, it grated horribly against his nerves.

      ‘Didn’t sound like you were agreeing,’ said Raj.

      ‘We didn’t agree on how to get it out, as I’m assuming you heard. Lorraine’s idea was to hold out until the end of the war, and leave it to a real surgeon once we have hospitals again. But I think that’s just avoiding the issue. In the end, we came to an agreement. Anyway, this meeting isn’t about me. There are more urgent matters at hand.’

      Ewan blinked himself back to reality. For several minutes, he had forgotten anything existed outside of McCormick and his health issues. The man leaned back against the nearest wall, the way he sometimes did when yielding the floor to another speaker.

      ‘Kate,’ he said, ‘could you describe what you saw this morning?’

      ‘We’ve been told already,’ muttered Gracie.

      ‘In multiple conversations, with varying details, from different people. Let’s all be told the same thing. Go on, Kate.’

      Kate shuffled forward to the front of her sofa, hands clasped as if in prayer.

      ‘Raj and I saw a bunch of missiles flying towards New London. The Cerberus system destroyed them before they got there. But it means—’

      ‘If they wanted to wipe out Grant,’ Alex interrupted, ‘they should have just detonated a nuclear device in the upper atmosphere and caused an electromagnetic pulse. Would have fried all their circuits forever.’

      ‘You watched too many movies in the old world,’ Jack interrupted, flicking his fingers together to aid his thinking – ‘stimming’, as he called it. ‘If an EMP attack were close enough to affect their circuits, it’d be close enough to just wipe out—’

      ‘Alex, Jack, let her finish,’ Ewan said. He noticed a little smile of gratitude on Kate’s face.

      ‘So none of the missiles got through,’ she continued, ‘but it means someone’s declared war on Grant. Might be more than one country, we don’t know. That’s it, really.’

      The room fell quiet, until Ewan noticed McCormick nodding at someone behind him. When he turned, Shannon had lifted a finger to speak.

      She repeated everything she had told Ewan on their journey home: how nobody with any sense would attack her father unless the task would become literally impossible later. With AME just days from being operational, the world had launched a last-gasp attack on her father. And they had failed.

      Naturally, the conversation led to the test centre at Oakenfold. The other teenagers – Ewan’s last surviving free schoolmates – looked understandably emotional. For some of them, that building had been the one place in the world where life had made sense. Where Silent Simon had been treated as more than just ‘the Down’s kid’, and recognised for the pleasant, nonverbally sociable person he was. Where Gracie had been more than the girl with Global Development Delay, and people tried to meet her halfway rather than judge her. The place that had accommodated Jack after his suicide attempts. The reactions on their faces reflected the love they had all had for Oakenfold Special School.

      Going by the lack of surprise on his face, McCormick still remembered everything he had been told about the matter that morning. That surprised Ewan. His collapse could only have been an hour or so after Alex had broken the news to him.

      When Shannon ran out of words, McCormick took centre stage again.

      ‘If Shannon is right about the deadline being midnight on the twentieth, this doesn’t leave us much time. So make no mistake – this will be an intense few days, involving two missions. The first will be a visit to Oakenfold, to learn as much as we can about Atmospheric Metallurgic Excitation. How it works, how the shield is activated, and most importantly how to destroy it. The strike team will consist of—’

      ‘No,’ said Mark. ‘You don’t get to decide this one.’

      Most of the room shot surprised glances at Mark, who sat in his usual pose but with his hands noticeably tense. Ewan wasn’t surprised at the interruption at all: if Mark hadn’t done it, he would have spoken up himself.

      ‘This is our school they’ve taken over,’ Mark continued. ‘It’s us who should take it back. Besides, we’re the ones who know the place. We know its layout and its weak points better than any of Grant’s people. There’s only one strike team that can possibly do this.’ He pointed his index finger at each former student in clockwise order. ‘Raj, Gracie, Simon, Jack, Kate, Ewan, and me. We’ll be doing this one.’

      The room looked back at McCormick who, in true McCormick fashion, was smiling.

      ‘I absolutely agree,’ he said. ‘You’ve named the exact line-up I had in mind. My suggestion is that you all get some rest now, because you’ll be setting out tonight and striking in the early hours of tomorrow morning. This leaves Alex and Shannon on comms, as Lorraine and I will be, er, unavailable. She’ll start her operation as soon as you leave, so by the time you’re home tomorrow I should be awake again. And on the night of the nineteenth I’ll be ready for action.’

      McCormick had said his final sentence with an air of optimism, but it was met with a deathly silence.

       He’d better not be saying what I think he’s saying…

      ‘Ready for action?’ asked Raj.

      ‘Yes, on the nineteenth we’ll need to find a way into New London, then raid the upper floors and wipe out every trace of AME we find. It’s a tall order, I know, and it’ll take place higher up in New London than we’ve ever reached before. But if we don’t manage it, we lose the war.’

      ‘But you?’ asked Raj again. ‘You, ready for action? No disrespect but… how old are you, seventy?’

      ‘Sixty-four.’

      ‘Oh, that’s OK then.’

      ‘I’ve been to New London before,’ said McCormick. ‘Just once, but I’ve been. Besides, the kings of old were always on the battlefield for the conflicts that won or lost their wars. It was expected of them. Even in World War Two, the generals joined their privates on the D-Day beaches. It wasn’t like the leaders of today who watch drones on TV from thousands of miles away.’

      Ewan could feel rage and helplessness creeping into his mind, and his eyes began to twitch as if tempted to cry. Thomas, who must have been daydreaming through McCormick’s words, laughed about something to do with generals and their privates.

      ‘Sorry,’ said Alex, clearly not sorry at all, ‘but there’s a reason kings and generals don’t go into combat now. By the time they’re sixty-four they know they’re past it.’

      ‘Lorraine thinks so too, unless I have my cyst removed. I was СКАЧАТЬ