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and waiting for his command. This is what it would be like when he
returned to Proamon! His eyes blazed jet-black.
He waited for the final few cryogenics tubes to rise and release their
occupants. He had waited three thousand years. He could wait a few
moments more. The remaining mercenaries stumbled forward out of
their tubes, and took their places in the rows of lifeless, death-filled
faces. Kane looked down again and was filled with the exquisite feeling
of absolute power.
His voice echoed through the chill silence. 'The time is at hand! In a few
hours, when the Dragonfire is finally mine, we shall be able to leave this
worthless planet. But first we must clear out all the humans. I want you
to spread terror throughout the Upper Levels, and drive the humans
towards the Docking Bays. Drive them onto the spacecraft. I want no
one left alive in Iceworld. The terror which will seize the planet of
Svartos here today, will soon strike the planet of Proamon, my former
home. Then we shall move swiftly throughout the whole of the Twelve
Galaxies, and take our revenge for the injustices that have been done
to us. Once, I was driven from my home; soon, no one in the Twelve
Galaxies shall have a home!'
Kane was in total control now, and his final cries rang through the
chamber: 'Now go and destroy the humans in Iceworld! The Dragonfire
is mine!'
The taste of power was sweet and subtle, like a rare, intoxicating fruit.
Kane needed no other food.
The Space Trading Colony of Iceworld usually had between 1,000 and
1,500 travellers in it at any one time, and there were Docking Bays for
up to 500 spacecraft. The travellers would stay two or maybe three
days, stocking up on food supplies, repairing their spacecraft, or just
relieving the boredom of space travel by relaxing in the Refreshment
Bar, Sports Hall, Beauty Salon or Restaurant.
Stellar's mother had decided to treat Stellar to a meal in the
Restaurant. Well, actually, it wasn't exactly that she wanted to treat the
little girl - more, that she wanted to treat herself, after her traumatic
experience with the hooligan waitress and a milkshake - and there
wasn't much she could do with Stellar apart from take her along.
Stellar was quite excited to be eating in a grown-ups' restaurant for the
first time, and she couldn't wait to get back home and tell her best
friend, Milli-mind. The waiters had brought special child-size knives and
forks, because the ordinary ones were too big for Stellar. The
waitresses had brought some extra cushions for Stellar to sit on,
because the chair was too low for small children. They had even
brought extra cushions for Ted, Stellar's teddy bear, so that he could sit
next to her and watch.
Her mother (now wearing a white, sparkly number fringed with
willowy, pink feathers, since the distressing incident with the
milkshake) occasionally pointed out famous people as they came and
went. That man was the man from Stellar's favourite holovision
programme. That man used to be a famous pop vocalist when Stellar's
mother was a teenager, and she'd bought all his videos.
That woman was a brilliant scientist, and people said she was the
kindest person in the Twelve Galaxies. That woman looks a bit like...
no... (But Stellar saw that the woman looked a bit, but not exactly, like
the woman her father was now living with.)
Stellar would have so much to tell Milli-mind when she got back home!
McLuhan descended the service shaft with only a couple of strides and
immediately spun round with the Cosmolite. The first nervous
excitement of starting out on the ANT-hunt had now given way to an
alert concentration, with the knowledge that she soon might die. She
scanned the darkness of the Ice Passage. It seemed to be clear. She
nodded up to Bazin, at the top of the ladder, who quickly scrambled
down and joined her. They both looked round in the gloom. Their
fingers were tight on the triggers of their Cosmolites, balanced lightly
on gyroclamps attached to their shoulder harnesses.
'It could be anywhere,' said Bazin. 'How are we going to see it in this
dark?'
'Here, use this.' McLuhan passed a small electronic device to Bazin.
'What is it?'
'It's the signal tracker. Kane said the ANT was marked. Tape the tracker
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