“Assemble all research heads,” he yelled. “I want the Chinese governor here within the hour and a division ready to mobilize by tonight to Tibet.”
Newgard is under Vinnick. He will see it as encroachment onto his authority.
“Then maybe that old fool should handle his resources better. It became my authority when the failure of his internment camp affected my program.”
Vinnick was one of the most vocal opponents to his standing in the council. Enzo had originally written the ancient man off but was surprised when nearly half the pushback came from the Russian. At one point, Vinnick had dared propose to take the ProGenesis project away from him, saying it was too important for one of Enzo’s experience. Enzo had smiled at the old man's lack of respect for his standing but vowed to avenge that insult.
Now with the siege of the internment camp affecting ProGenesis, this was the perfect opportunity to pay Vinnick back. Enzo could have his forces mobilized and in Tibet far quicker than Vinnick could. And after he defeated the Prophus, control of the internment camp would be his. Then the Council would have no choice but to acknowledge his standing.
You play a dangerous game. Vinnick has greater financial resources than us. His influence with the Russian government is stronger than ours with China.
“As you’ve often said, Holy One, standing is the only currency. And the only way to obtain standing is to be the most important cog in the machine. He tried to steal the ProGenesis project out from under me. I shall take the internment camp from him.”
I approve of your ambition, but tread carefully.
“I will prove myself Vinnick’s better.”
It took the rest of the day to complete preparations to depart Qingdao. His scientists were ordered to continue their tests and to keep him updated, and he instructed Amanda to file a separate report. He had little faith in Chow and was prepared to yank him off the lead of the project, regardless of whether he was a vessel or not. It was clear to Enzo now that many vessels were unworthy of their blessing.
Within a short amount of time, he had stripped down his available resources to create an army nearly a thousand strong. Two thousand more would be en route within the week. Newgard had claimed that the Prophus had ten thousand men on the ground in Tibet. Newgard was a fool. All projections of Prophus strength had their global capacity at less than ten thousand. For them to muster every single man to Tibet would be an egregious tactical blunder. Besides, hiding ten thousand men wasn’t easy, even in a backwater place like Tibet.
Reliable intel from Tibet confirmed a sizable uptick in commercial travel over the past few weeks, estimated at somewhere between two to three thousand above norm. With three thousand men at his disposal on top of the one thousand already in a fortified defensive position, Enzo held the definite tactical advantage.
By nightfall, a small Chinese military fleet would transport their forces to Lhasa Airport in Tibet. From there, it would be another five hundred kilometers on the ground through thick forested areas to the isolated internment camp.
Enzo’s blood boiled with excitement as he oversaw the last of the men loaded onto transports. This was what he imagined his life would be like once he became a vessel. Being chained to a desk was such a slow and painful death. This was his true calling, and Enzo was determined to become the greatest vessel the Genjix had ever seen.
TWENTY-ONE
REINFORCEMENTS
In a way, it was the first great Quasing war, though we played both sides. When the Grand Council deemed migration into Cro-Magnons and Neanderthals our next revolutionary step, all Quasing moved toward one of those two camps.
There was much debate regarding which species the Quasing should migrate to. Neanderthals were stronger and more ferocious, and were also easier to control. The ancient humans were more intelligent and better runners, but many of our kind considered their intelligence redundant.
To decide which species would become the Quasing’s new home, for tens of thousands of years, we pitted the two sides against each other until one species remained. This was the precursor of the Genjix doctrine that conflict is the key to innovation and evolution on this planet.
Tao
Roen tossed his bag onto the torn-up plaid couch where springs stuck out of a cushion, and plopped down in an exhausted heap. The couch felt as lumpy as it looked. He yawned and surveyed their new digs. This was the only safe house left in all of Taiwan, if it could even be called a safe house. If they lost this one, the team would be out on the streets like all the other homeless people squatting in the city.
He leaned back, put his feet up, and felt the sharp jab of an exposed spring in the small of his back. He was so tired he didn’t care if it was a rusty nail. The escape from the market went as smoothly as a disaster movie. Roen’s shot with the pistol hit true. Under different circumstances, he would’ve been impressed. Even Tao complimented his marksmanship. Wuehler died instantly from a bullet through the head. Ramez rose immediately from his body and floated toward Faust’s blinking flashlight. Moments later, Faust was on the floor puking his dinner out. Everything went according to plan for those ten seconds.
Then all hell broke loose, a barrage of small arms fire ripping through the exterior wall of the building. Faust was in no shape to do much of anything. Roen actually saw tears streaming down his face as he writhed in pain. For some reason, he thought a tough guy like Faust would have handled it better. Roen ended up carrying Faust on his back as they escaped the old apartment building, down an old fire escape, across an alley, and finally down through a sewage tunnel where they hid for the night until Roen felt it was safe enough to leave.
See to the men.
Tao was right. Wuehler was dead and Faust’s life had just been turned upside down. The transition was not easy, especially while on a mission. It was up to him now to lead the team. The men would always follow a host. The rest of the team’s retreat from the safe house went just as poorly. Shock units weren’t nimble. The guys grabbed every weapon they had on hand and ignored almost everything else, leaving behind clothes, toiletries, food, and even some of the computers.
“Leaving the food and schematics was okay, but God forbid they leave a gun or ammo.”
They brought what they thought was necessary. You cannot blame them for following their training.
Right now, three men were missing. Rich and Will fell covering the team’s retreat from the lower market. Ashish was missing in action, and the team held onto hope that he’d show up later. The rest of the guys had assorted minor injuries, the most severe being a grazing wound to Stan’s leg. They were lucky; it could have been much worse. Local police bands were on high alert, forcing them to skulk through back streets. It took the team six hours to get three klicks across Taipei to this safe house. It was a minor miracle that the group of brawny foreigners wasn’t picked up by the authorities.
Everything had happened so fast Roen hadn’t had time to process everything yet. How were they discovered so fast? They had just settled in a few weeks ago. No one anticipated such a strong response from the Genjix. Their intel on Taiwan didn’t indicate that the enemy even had a military presence on the island. Considering the local police was working hand in glove with the Genjix, their reports were critically mistaken. Thankfully, Tao’s steady guidance got them through this crisis.
The irritating needle sticking into Roen’s back began to hurt. He lifted his weary head and decided to show a little leadership. He should take charge and help his men move what was left of their supplies. He muffled the sigh crawling up his throat and willed his exhausted body up. Faust was on the rooftop getting acquainted with his new until-death-do-they-part friend. Jim was backtracking their escape while Hutch stood watch on the ground level.