A test of Australian Character – A test of time
Chapter 2 by Tobias Nixon
Tim Multzein turned his head and stared across at the
screen. A large chart inhabited most of the screen. It floated gently up across
a line marking positive territory. The chart was showing the amount energy
being emitted by the laser. His laser. A laser he had designed to smash atoms.
He had spent two years just designing and building the diagnostic equipment
that monitored and controlled the laser. It had taken another year of effort to
get the laser working. Now three years later he was finally powering on this
awesome beast of subatomic power.
His lab was well lit. White walls and tables evoked a clean
room feel. His fellow researcher, Aimee Jackson looked back at the monitor and
smiled. Her beautiful smile lit up the already bright room.
“You’ve done it Tim”, her smiled pursed, as she looked at
the line.
“Increase the gamma emission range; I think we can get more
output if we do.” She said.
“Ok”, said Tim and smiled back.
Over the time they had been working together both had become
something more than just good friends. Being highly dedicated scientist types,
neither had yet quite decided to act on the nervy loved up feelings that had
both rushing whenever they thought the other person wasn’t looking. Suddenly
there was a noticeable increase in the energy output, reaching the required
level and stabilising. The generator in the background was humming steadily.
“Oh yeah Aimee, we’ve reached output capacity. Let’s put this
baby through some hoops.”
Aimee went over to the side panel where several more
monitors showed the rate of decay for a small chunk of uranium isotopes. The
yellow cake was in the form of a super high density crystal held securely in
place by a robotic arm that could position the modular design along a rail that
similarly provided the variety and multitude of different laser components to
also be reconfigured. Systems were in a constant state of test. Production
systems had independent maintenance schedules that required autonomous
re-engineering of both onboard as well as chip level components. These could
range from a new cybernetic arm or eye, to the latest in silicon injection of digital
signal gates and nano-circuit overrides onto existing chipsets.
Lines of inch thick power cables crisscrossed the floor like
giant anacondas. Smaller pythonesque yellow and red data cabling rested within
its recesses connecting each substation to the server bank. A final set of
conduit cabling carried the many network and optic lines that were used by each
device for running the server management application. In effect Tim reflected,
one team of two people could now achieve more with automation than the entire
human race working together could have less than twenty years ago.
Aimee twirled her cute golden locks of hair to her customary
right side. She was so cute when she did that. At least that always seemed to
be the cue for boys to start fawning over her. Her thoughts though were on
another plane entirely. Completely consumed not by the high grade laser design
skills that she had supposedly been brought into the project for, but by her
assignment.
“Keep Dr Multzein alive. Even at the expense of your own.”, Chief
of the armed force, General Clifford had said.
She looked back over at the
man standing at the fold out control station for the server core. Steel rack
mounted server assets were positioned neatly into every available slot.
Upgrades had had to be ordered twice during initial testing. He had been the
one both times to identify the bottle neck early before they had got to phase
trials. His intelligence on systems integration was almost limitless. Whereas
other specialists would become brilliant in one domain, Tim seemed to be the
master of whatever he needed that day. From electronic re-engineering, to
assembly programming or higher level C++ and C# applications he was an adept.
Right now he stood casually, wide shoulders cast in a relaxed and powerful
manner. A manner she found rather attractive.
Her own field of
specialisation was somewhat different she reflected. She had been trained first
as an ASIO undercover operative, but then in access to restricted government
technologies. She would never be a mad scientist like Tim, but her skills were
enough to understand the hidden databases she had access to. Databases
controlled by shadows that didn’t trust civilians. Well she reflected.. Unless
you were someone like Tim. Someone that they wanted to catch up to. Someone
that needed to be watched and protected from other nations.
Tim strode back to the
central control panel for the lasers now. Full of purpose. A giant of a man he
stood at over six foot three and worked out regularly on his footballers
physique. He turned the knob adjusting the density of laser saturation to full.
Her locks shone under the halogen lights.
“You know I never mentioned
it to you before Aimee..”, Tim started, keeping his eyes focused on the
feedback readouts coming from the central panel.
“but you’re not really a
civilian laser specialist are you?”.
It came completely out of the
blue, almost innocuously, such that Aimee didn’t really have time to adjust,
instead she said,
“Tim I’m not sure what game you’re
up to, but the uranium could become unstable if you increase the energy levels
too quickly.”
“Aimee, listen to me”, Tim
paused and looked up at her. “My best friend taught me a trick, so that I’d
know if someone was lying to me. Look into my eyes and tell me your a civilian
laser specialist.”
Aimee held his gaze and
delivered a cold and impartial response, “Tim, what is this about? We have been
working for months and months together. Whats wrong?”
Tim looked down, thinking to
himself, an innocent mind answers the question, that was what Davis had taught
him.
“Aimee I knew from the first
week you started, when you had to consult your computer for the difference
between the purple and green diodes we installed in the vacuum tube.”
She knew this moment was
coming. It hadn’t been a question in her mind of if but when. However her
superiors were not as convinced of Tim’s ability to see the truth. She knew, as
she calmly turned to face him chin down staring demurely into his eyes, that
she would have to reveal some of the truth, if only to avoid Tim becoming
suspicious.
The glare of the iridescent
globes seemed to perpetrate the intense mood that had been simmering these last
several minutes. Moments of science prevailed upon them both. It seemed in
these last months that she had really felt what it was like to reach ones true
intellectual potential. Einstein’s ladder to infinity was opening up to her
mind and she was loving it. Aussie girls were known for being both archly
conservative and carefree. Aimee had an amazing figure. All through school she
had been her families primary bread winner. Magazines had lined up, following a
national campaign which had left her very well of. Except that it was because
of that reason, that she had really never thought her lifelong ambition of
being an elite Australia spy, would be realised. It was a hardly a modern
phenomenon that spies had to be invisible. Modern times however had given the
spy game a much trickier recruiting path. Facebook had ruled out vast swathes
of the population. Google ruled out most of the rest.
“Get ready!”, Tim smiled over
at her, “1..2..3..”
The room lights were dimmed.
The neon glow of the server racks glowed tumescent blue. Red laser suddenly
ebbed from the quad head 1200 Megawatt power lasers. Each one had fat power
cables flowing greedily out to the power generation facility located in the
primary sub basement. Both of them quickly flicked on heavy anti glare goggles
designed specifically to reduce the effects by thousands of times. Suddenly her
world was made up of darkness and the straight edges of four high intensity
beams, each far far more powerful than an industrial cutting laser. Each
impacted, or at least appeared to naked eye to do so, on the yellow cake. In
reality they each targeted four very specific points in the object’s chemical
structure. The phased laser technology that they had designed and built was
capable of modifying the molecular structure of the uranium without changing
its underlying physical state.
Even Tim had struggled with
the math needed to construct the time matrix necessary for implementation of
phased tech. Phasing had been just another theory lying in governments secret
blackbox before Tim had done this she reflected. She giggled as she had when
she was a girl. Then shivered and felt a rush of happiness down her body. He
was so sexy right now, a man taking his first steps at titanhood. This
discovery once proved would pave the way for the creation of completely
theoretical compounds and agents. In turn leading to the development of
advanced bio meta organisms and nano powered cyber tech.
Twenty minutes later the
machine powered down, but to Aimee it seemed like no more than a minute had
past. Her senses were on high alert now. A mechanical arm extended into the
secure irradiated metallic egg shell that extended around the lower two thirds
of the uranium diamond. The robot arm’s three elbows (a neat enhancement from
Tim) all shifted down in perfect unison. The seven fingers spread in a perfect
half circle around the thumb gripper. The “open” hand cupped the diamond, plucking
it from its perch. The arm then receded into the chemical analysis unit, a
massive twelve foot rectangular box that occupied the entire north wall. It was
a complete lab and quickly produced a result. She whistled as she read from the
display.
“You’ve done it Tim, come on
let’s go celebrate your triumph!” she followed with an unconscious wink that
she knew would drive him wild.
“Our triumph Aimee, our
triumph..” he looked down at his feet.
“I don’t feel triumphant, not
yet. I won’t be happy until this technology is used to bring true peace to this
world.” Now his head was fully erect staring with a messianic gaze directly
into her eyes.
“I’ll come out with you now.
You’ve worked hard for me and I owe you a drink.”
She smiled. “Let’s go. One
sec.”
She punched in the code as
they left the room that would shut everything down and lock the room.
They walked to the car park
of the secure facility. Tim just thought she was a brilliant scientist, like
him a contractor brought in to solve a problem that had eluded the governments
own scientists for too long. They caught a ride in Tim’s XR8 Ford falcon. The
turbo howled, as they cruised the outback roads to the pub. If anything Tim’s
eyes had got more set. Great thoughts were in train.
“Do you realise Aimee, with
this technology, with the modified nugget of uranium back at the lab, we could
power entire cities?...limitless cheap clean energy. It might be the only way
we can truly avoid a future war for resources.”
“I think that you really owe
me that drink Tim.”, she hid her frustration, why did scientist types need to
be so clueless with women. She moved her right hand so that it rested gently on
Tim’s braking leg. She felt the muscles momentarily go rigid and then relax.
She smiled.
The country pub was nearly empty,
and they took a quiet table near the corner closest to a large wooden display
featuring the local rugby league and cricketing greats. Both were drinking MB
(Melbourne Bitter), the only drink that was on tap other than VB (Victoria
Bitter). A true country pub. Red dust, hard work and always the hot burning
sun. These were the constants of life in the outback. Such constants required a
man to quench his thirst. Generations of Aussies had grown strong on its simple
taste. But times were changing, competition had come to the beer industry.
Aussies always a discerning bunch, had in their laid back style, quietly
shifted their drinking habits to the newer super premium range of beer.
Tim’s head was dropped
forward staring into the swirls at the bottom of his glass, contemplating the
history of beer in Australia. Such a glorious and proud history. He stopped
himself and stared up at Aimee. She was so unbelievable, he still couldn’t
believe he was working with someone so gorgeous. So smart at everything she
did. Too bad she wasn’t interested in him on that level. She probably thought
of him as a friend though, she was always so nice to him. He definitely hoped
that that was the case.
There was a strange commotion
outside. Like a loud bang but with a ripping noise as well. Many things seemed
to happen suddenly. Aimee seemed to blur. The table spilled. She rammed him to the
ground with a swinging arm. The perfect arc swung tightly as it made contact
with his chest, punching him to the ground. Why was she attacking him? The air
filled with the unholy noise of steel rain. The distinctive catch of machine
guns loading, punctuated with the shearing force of the steel that pounded
every surface. Wood splinters seemed to fill the air. Furniture was confetti.
Where the flying fuck was Aimee? What the fuck was going on? He didn’t
understand, no, he didn’t want to. He was too shit scared to care what he
thought.
“Tim stay where you are,
don’t move, and keep your head down” sane words from Aimee cut through the
melee.
He looked up briefly at her,
crouched behind the upended table. Her slim curved figure was jet black in
tight black jeans and a figure hugging black tee. Only her white arms seemed
out of place carrying the twin 9mm uzi’s that hung with a gunman’s cold purpose
at her side. One pointed down the other half raised toward the ceiling. The
metal storm abated momentarily. As if on cue at that exact moment, Aimee rolled
end over end in a tiny ball to her right towards the pubs front door. He heard
rather than saw what happened next.
“Time to meet your maker you
cock sucking bandits”, Aimee roared as she rose from her combat roll.
She held the weapons steady
and unleashed a hail of deadly fire through the open door, just as quickly
retreating to safety behind the bar.
“Tim, we are trapped this is
an ambush. There are six of them outside that I can see. Can you shoot this?”
Her question was accompanied
by the sliding of an uzi in his direction. It stopped an inch from his left
foot.
“Yeah, pull the trigger
right?” His words must have sounded hollow and confused, he was fighting a
rising tide of overwhelming fear and panic. Man the fuck up Tim, don’t die like
this. His old friend’s words seemed to echo. God dam what he would do to have
Davis at side right now.
“When I tell you, and not
before mind, point at the door and pull the trigger, keep going till its empty
ok?” Aimee was already moving leaving the safety of the bar through the current
storm of lead. Moving closer to the nearby window staying out of the enemies
line of sight. Staying low.
“Now!!!” Aimee screamed. An
ear piercing harpies scream. The storm of lead had seemed to slow again. He
raised his right arm and squeezed the uzi. He tried to keep it tight and
focused on the door. Aimee was no more than two metres to his left. She didn’t
even glance in his direction. She had uncoiled from below the window, smashed
it and was hurling grenades from both hands out the window. Then she was
running back towards him, jumping the final two metres to slam into him even as
the magazine on the uzi was empty. For a second time she forced him hard back
to the ground. Finishing on top of him, she looked down and smiled.
“You know I like being in
control Tim. If you keep this up... oh, ah” she smiled a wicked sexy smile at
him that just as quickly vanished from her face. “Don’t worry these guys are
small hit squad. But we have to get out of here before they can call for
backup.”
Even as she said it, three
ninjas came sauntering through what was left of the door. Each held a straight
edged ninja sword in one hand and a smaller dagger in the other. Aimee left him
circling back towards the window as they advanced. They all seemed intent on
him. Tim shivered with fear. Anyone of these jokers could send him to the
afterlife with a single swipe of their blade. He shivered again, the fear was
like an ice cold poker that seemed to fill every ounce of his being.
Aimee attacked. Her small
daggers whirled into hands that seemed to blur as she moved. Legs constantly
sweeping in small quarter arcs making it impossible for her opponents to ever
face her front on. The right most ninja’s blade was caught in between her
daggers. He stopped and drove his dagger towards her chest. She did the splits
dropping quickly to the floor. This had the effect of pulling the ninjas
trapped blade arm to the ground and pulled him off balance towards her. She
rose out of the splits just as rapidly, pulling the ninja towards her as she
did so. In a smooth mini arc her left arm parried the dagger in his left arm
while her right disengaged the blade and planted itself in his face. He fell
towards her. She released her dagger and pulled his sword away as he fell dead
to the ground.
The other two ninjas now
realised she was the main opponent. One
continued towards Tim while the other advanced on her.
“I’ve had just about enough
of ninjas for one day.” Aimee leered.
From nowhere the gaps between
the fingers of each hand were alive with small serrated circles, no Tim
corrected himself small shuriken. Aimee expertly launched them at the ninja
advancing on Tim. The first one embedded itself two inches into his carotid
artery, the second at the base of his neck sent him tumbling harmlessly to the
floor.
While this was happening the third ninja had
started swinging in Aimee’s direction. She seemed to effortlessly dance just
beyond each swing. Growing frustrated the ninja raised his dagger and hurled it
at her. The power of the throw forced her to dodge to the left. The ninja was
ready lunging towards her with his blade. She raised her forearms defiantly
towards his swing. It was straight down, and she would be cut to pieces by the
heavy stroke. Tim screamed, he rose and charged the ninja from behind. Tackling
the ninja as he made contact with Aimee’s extended forearms. Only her forearms
didn’t cut in two. The blade made dull contact with metal of even greater
strength.
As Tim tried to hold the man
down, Aimee quickly grabbed his neck and broke it with a swift pull of the
ninja’s head. She dropped the motionless body to the floor. Inwardly drooping
slightly, then as she recovered her breath, once more exuding a steely resolve
and supernatural speed that had been a constant of the battle thus far. Tim
looked at her in awe, at last realising he had far more than a colleague by his
side. This lady was a pint sized Rambo. She carried enough fire power to take
down a section of ninjas hell bent on ambush. The kamikaze nature of the goons
amazed him. These people had a look of professional detachment even in some
cases up to the point of their death. Although he had seen at least one say
something foul in Chinese before being dispatched to the afterlife by pinpoint
flying shrapnel from Aimee.
Come to think of it he mused,
thoughts still racing, where was she? He turned through three hundred and sixty
degrees of total devastation. Every wall was shredded to the insides. The air
was so thick with dust that bits of plasterboard were floating lazily down. The
detached logical part of Tim’s mind mused on how much better the pub would look
now with the open plan afforded by having no internal walls.
Again he heard her before he
saw her. Waves of staccato fire came directly from his left out the front,
close by. Crouched now with a low sight through the debris of the second window
he could partially see a pale shadow drawing of the side of the car and leaping
into the air. Her form gracefully twisted, the lead leg drawing toward a ninjas
head even as he fought vainly with the air to make small tiny circles that...
Thud! Her foot cracked his chin, music played, another body dropped to the
dirt.
The other ninjas were
advancing on her from behind the other side of the car. No longer carrying
swords, all were armed with heavy AK-47 assault rifles that had been modified
for urban warfare. Shorter metal folding stocks, thermal scopes, and larger
magazines. Five metres from the car they simply opened up. In seconds Tim saw
the car would be ripped apart destroying her cover.
Moments earlier, even as the
men had begun to squeeze their triggers, Aimee was lying comfortably in the
dirt her right elbow stuffed into a patch of mud. She loved getting dirty, and
she hated bad guys. Oh! This was so much fun. Her heart slowed even though she
wanted to burst with happiness. Her right eye was pressed closely against the glass.
The long black sniper rifle had its barrel hidden beneath the car in front of
Aimee pointing back towards the three ninjas.
Like lightening Aimee’s arm’s
aimed, fired, cocked the bottle action weapon and repeated. The entire time her
body lay in a motionless prone position. Hugging the dirt below the line of fire.
More dangerous was the random directions the AK’s could go off from a dead
man’s arm. Aimee had been expertly trained. Her first three shots left each man
clasping his right arm, or rather what was left of it. One man appeared to be
barely holding it on. Suddenly two of them fell backwards, killed from bullseye
hits to the forehead. Aimee got up.
She scanned around then
looked back at the pub. “Come on Tim, its safe. Please. Come quickly!”
Even as he ran out, a silver
helicopter dropped in from the sky. The enormous roar that accompanied it
filled his ears. The chopper had official markings, side mounted chain guns on
both sides, and a massive bulb that was in fact a state of the art sensor
cluster.
Aimee seemed to relax to
Tim’s eye. He hugged her protectively with his left arm, looking over at the
imposing beast. Casually dressed men with blue eyes stared at him from within
it. The chopper was now hovering less than ten feet away, one foot from the
ground. Aimee hugged Tim back, shouldered the sniper rifle gingerly with her
left arm, racking it back on the strap like a pro. She gave Tim a gentle shove
towards the chopper.
“Time to get out of here
Tim.” Aimee’s words were like echoes.
Something was happening to
his mind. Hands descended from the chopper pulling them bodily into the crew
bay. Tim felt someone put a seat belt on him.
“Thanks” he mumbled.
Something wasn’t right here,
he could sense his mind drifting away from the present. It had happened before,
but never like this. All that death, all those killers... dead. He was their
silent witness. His perfect world suddenly felt cracked. Irrefutable
intellectual arguments became questionable. Give everyone a second chance...
yeah but these guys tried to kill us... yeah but nobody deserves to die... ah
huh, so it’s Aimee’s problem? His mind could take on each angle of Confucian
logic but in the end it kept coming back to the fact that she had single
handedly saved his life.
There was no question that
they had wanted him dead.
“Aimee. Who were those guys
that tried to kill us?”
Aimee considered him from
behind a laptop that she was still typing into. Without pausing she said, “Your
assailants were members of a group of Chinese mobsters who call themselves Blue
Tiger.”
Tim perked up, “You mean
Japanese mobsters? Those guys were ninjas.”
The hulking warrior in the
chinos and red flanno next to Aimee sniggered. He stopped when Aimee drove her
elbow into his side. But he didn’t seem to recoil at all from the elbow either.
The blow seemed to make a dull sound like metal.
“Oh Tim! You’re so cute. No,
there not Japanese, they’re Chinese. Blue Tiger hit squads are famous for
dressing up as ninjas. They are mercenary thugs with body armour, heavy
weapons, blades and Kung fu.”
“But you beat them Aimee! You
singlehandedly wiped them out.” Tim knew he was getting slightly hysterical, he
could hear the tone in his voice.
“Tim, you have to trust me
ok. Now is not the time, but suffice it to say, I had some help.” By way of
explanation she removed a clear rounded eye patch that had been covering her
left eye and lent over Tim. She cupped over his left eye and pushed firmly
until the tiny seals around its edge stuck. Suddenly his vision was filled with
tactical data. Streams of information flowed along, but the one he could see
related to the people surrounding him.
The stream showed video and
text that explained the teams’ current operational status, their designation
and mission parameters. It was clear from what he saw that they were an elite
espionage squad working for ASIO. Captain Aimee Jackson was there highest
ranking field officer. Her latest assignment had been him.
Aimee was to provide him with
theoretical knowledge of phased power lasers. She was then to remain on
overwatch to protect him from what the military expected was an inevitable
backlash. That had come pretty much straight away. Tim didn’t understand it. Security
had been super tight since he had started on this project. They had only just
generated the first of many possible exotic compounds.
Aimee looked at him, and as
if reading his mind said, “Hey look don’t sweat it. They probably had that pub
under round the clock satellite coverage. Seeing both of us together may have
been enough to trigger a takedown condition. We captured one of the bad guys,
maybe he’ll talk...”, her tone suggested she thought that was unlikely.
“We’ll be back at the
facility soon Tim.” She smiled up at him, filling him with warmth.
“It’ll be ok, Aimee. This
shit happens to me all the time dont’cha know?!?” he looked at her hard, as she
started to laugh. A deep belly laugh.
“You make me laugh, Tim, you
know your my favourite assignment right?”, he smiled back at her shocked by her
sudden admission of interest and the hot glare of the western sun burning his
unshaded retinas.
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