donât butcher until right before they cook. They donât keep them around long enough for them to starve, so they just have to give them the bare minimum of water.â
Ling looked at the images for a long while.
âThatâs your assessment, Shao?â he asked.
âIâve seen it before, sir.â
âOkay,â Ling said. âWeâll keep an eye on those thermals. If they donât move by the time youâre ready to go in, then work on the assumption that there are survivors inside and theyâll need to be recovered,â he said. âYouâll all get brain band links to the new images, and weâll keep it updated from here as best we can. Any other questions?â
There werenât.
âThen the transport is waiting,â Ling said. âIt will take you to the rimâs security wall. Theyâll provide you with everything you need to go into the impact zone, so get geared up and wait for word that itâs clear to go in. Remember: When you hit, hit hard. I want that plant out of commission. If there are captives inside, then get them out safe, but anyone else, you know what to do. Once the site is secure, make sure no one ever uses it again. Understood?â
âUnderstood, sir,â Heng said.
âThen letâs go.â
Heng stood and addressed the rest of us.
âYou heard him,â he said. âTransport pad 54B. Letâs move.â
When I stood and we began to file out, Liao and Su made their way over to me.
âReady to take care of some bad guys?â Liao asked.
âReady.â
âHeâs going to show us how they do things in the borderlands,â he said to Su.
âTake no prisoners,â Su said. âRight?â
âRight,â I said, and Liao grinned.
âI should have joined,â he said.
âYou still can,â I told him, but he just shrugged. He wouldnât join.
It felt like soldiering, though. Watching the younger men file through the door, watching them get psyched up for the promise of action to come, it reminded me of the border zone. For one of the first times since Iâd returned, I felt at home.
When I followed them out, the situation felt black and white, like Ling had said. No conflicting orders, no turning a blind eye . . . just stopping the bad guys from hurting the good guys.
Simple.
FIVE
Stationed on the security wall at the impact rim, a day passed with no word from command. The menâs excitement turned to frustration, until theyâd holed up in the barracks below to alternate between watching the brain band feed and complaining. Without so much as an update from Ling, a second day passed, and with Fangwenzhe burning in the dark blue sky, the order to go in still had not come.
Scanning . . .
The word pulsed in one corner of my brain bandâs holoscreen as it had for the past hour. Iâd been searching for a remote node, any node that might belong to a captive inside the factory. No doubt the farmers had disabled any implants they found, but if I did catch a signal I could use a security override to access the device. If I could do that, Iâd be able to switch it back on, but after a long stretch of silence I thought I might have to concede soon that there was nothing to find.
Just one signal. Anything at all.
âWhat the hell are you doing up here?â
I glanced back and saw Liao had come up to join me.
âKilling time.â
âKilling time?â He approached and leaned against the rail next to me.
âScanning the brain band for nodes.â
âWhy? You think if you find proof someoneâs in there theyâll give the order for us to go in?â
âNo. They know theyâre in there.â
Liao shrugged. When he didnât say anything, I pressed him. âWhatâs the deal, Liao? Ling was primed for this. Hell, for a second I thought he was going to grab a sword and lead the charge.