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the thing inside him, and pulled. It resisted, but then he rocked backward, as if something had broken free, and the top of the black shard swam up out of the black liquid and caught the light.

It flared into a galaxy of stars, glittering, and I gasped and looked away from it. There was something deeply wrong about it. Deeply alien.

"Oh God," I whispered. Silverton's face had gone an unhealthy shade of gray, and his hands shook as he pulled the thing out. "Drop it. Jerome, drop it!"

He got it free of the Djinn's corpse and let go. It fell to the concrete floor - not like the glass it resembled, not at all. It fell with a thick, metallic clunk. Drops of oily black dripped from its sharp edges, and both Silverton and I stared at it without saying a word for a few moments.

Then Silverton said, "This shouldn't be here. This can't be here."

I licked my lips and tasted sweat. "What is it?"

He met my eyes, and I saw real fear in him, the big tough military guy. "I don't know. If I had to apply some kind of scientific principle to it, I'd say it was antimatter. Antimatter in suspension, made stable in the real world."

I knew the theory of antimatter, of course. Back in the 1970s, a scientist named Dirac had been trying to figure out an explanation for the way matter behaved in certain circumstances, and he came up with a theory about something called the Dirac Sea - a kind of negative energy that exists underneath the positively charged matter in a vacuum. That led to scientists talking about contraterrene matter, and antiparticles.

Human scientists had actually managed to artificially create antimatter - in fact, they regularly did it, in places like CERN and Fermilab. Of course, their antimatter was unstable - it had to be, considering that it was manifesting and interacting with the matter-based world. The longest antimatter had ever lasted, even with all their technology sustaining it, was about fifteen seconds before it annihilated itself.

But if this was some kind of bottled, stable antimatter, that was bad. Very, very bad. When matter and antimatter collided, gamma rays were one side effect, which would explain the radiation. Even this container, whatever it was, wasn't able to completely contain the antimatter, so there was a continuous stream of radioactive energy pouring off it.

"Antimatter collisions are about ten times more powerful than chemically based energy," Silverton said, and wiped his sweating forehead with his sleeve. "One kilogram of antimatter annihilating itself is supposed to produce about 180 petajoules of energy."

"Which is . . ."

"Catastrophic would be charitable."

"And how much do you think is in there?"

We both looked at the thing lying on the concrete floor, alien and deadly enough to destroy a Djinn even without being released.

"I think," Silverton said slowly, "that we're looking at about two kilograms."

In other words, double the worst-case scenario he'd just described.

"We need the Djinn," I said. "At the very least, they need to know about what happened to him." I nodded toward the dead Djinn.

Silverton nodded. "I think we're going to need more than the Djinn," he said.

"Like who?"

"God."

Chapter Three

There was no way we could safely remove the black antimatter shard by ourselves. Touching it had damaged Silverton already; he was trying to hide it, but I could see the pain in his face, the way his gloved hands were trembling. I remembered Lewis's blistered hands - and that had been on the aetheric.

"Let's get out of here," I said. Silverton didn't argue. He had trouble getting to his feet. I dumped the equipment, stripped off his pack, and supported him on the way up the stairs. He made it about halfway before his knees gave out. He was a big guy, and I had to work hard to get him up the rest of the way and out into the hallway.

"Leave," he said. In the light from my floating lantern, he looked drawn and sick. "You need to get the Djinn here, fast. Go."

"I don't need to go anywhere to do that," I told him, and concentrated on the invisible thread that linked me with David. It was thin here, but still a connection. I pulled, and distantly felt his attention shift toward me. I couldn't communicate with him over the aetheric, at least not from this spot, but he knew I was looking for him.

I put my back into pulling Silverton down the hallway, trying