open these up once they'd been sealed, man," the guard said, speaking so fast he ran all the words together. "They were pretty serious about that."
"This is the last time I ask," Miller said. "Next time I just use the card I took off your body."
Holden turned the guard around to face the door and pulled the handgun out of the man's belt holster. He hoped all Miller's threats were just threats. He suspected they weren't.
"Just open the door, and we'll let you go, I promise," Holden said to the guard.
The guard nodded and moved up to the door, then slid his card through it and punched in a number on the keypad. The heavy blast door slid open. Beyond it, the room was even darker than the corridor outside. A few emergency LEDs glowed a sullen red. In the faint illumination, Holden could see dozens... hundreds of bodies scattered across the floor, unmoving.
"Are they dead?" Holden asked.
"I don't know nothing about - " the guard said, but Miller cut him off.
"You go in first," Miller said, and pushed the guard forward.
"Hold on," Holden said. "I don't think it's a good idea to just charge in here."
Three things happened at once. The guard took four steps forward and then collapsed on the floor. Miller sneezed once, loudly, and then started to sway drunkenly. And both Holden's and Miller's hand terminals began an angry electric buzzing.
Miller staggered back and said, "The door... "
Holden hit the button and the door slid shut again.
"Gas," Miller said, then coughed. "There's gas in there."
While the ex-cop leaned against the corridor wall and coughed, Holden took out his terminal to shut off the buzzing. But the alarm flashing on its screen wasn't an air-contamination alert. It was the venerable three wedge shapes pointing inward. Radiation. As he watched, the symbol, which should have been white, shifted through an angry orange color to dark red.
Miller was looking at his too, his expression unreadable.
"We've been dosed," Holden said.
"I've never actually seen the detector activate," Miller said, his voice rough and faint after his coughing fit. "What does it mean when the thing is red?"
"It means we'll be bleeding from our rectums in about six hours," Holden said. "We have to get to the ship. It'll have the meds we need."
"What," Miller said, "the fuck... is going on?"
Holden grabbed Miller by the arm and led him back down the corridor toward the ramps. Holden's skin felt warm and itchy. He didn't know if it was radiation burn or psychosomatic. With the amount of radiation he'd just taken, it was a good thing he had sperm tucked away in Montana and on Europa.
Thinking that made his balls itch.
"They nuke the station," Holden said. "Hell, maybe they just pretend to nuke it. Then they drag everyone down here and toss them into radiation shelters that are only radioactive on the inside. Gas them to keep them quiet."
"There are easier ways to kill people," Miller said, his breathing coming in ragged gasps as they ran down the corridor.
"So it has to be more than that," Holden said. "The bug, right? The one that killed that girl. It... fed on radiation."
"Incubators," Miller said, nodding in agreement.
They arrived at one of the ramps to the lower levels, but a group of citizens led by two fake riot cops were coming up. Holden grabbed Miller and pulled him to one side, where they could hide in the shadow of a closed noodle shop.
"So they infected them, right?" Holden said in a whisper, waiting for the group to pass. "Maybe fake radiation meds with the bug in it. Maybe that brown goo just spread around on the floor. Then whatever was in the girl, Julie - "
He stopped when Miller walked away from him straight at the group that had just come up the ramp.
"Officer," said Miller to one of the fake cops.
They both stopped, and one of them said, "You supposed to be - "
Miller shot him in the throat, right below his helmet's faceplate. Then he swiveled smoothly and shot the other guard in the inside of the thigh, just below the groin. When the man fell backward, yelling in pain, Miller walked up and shot him again, this time in the neck.
A couple of the citizens started screaming. Miller pointed his gun at them and they got quiet.
"Go down a level or two and find someplace to hide," he said. "Do not cooperate with these men, even though they're dressed like police. They