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AMBYSSUS | Ch. 1 - The Lake
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Fabius had arrived at the promised time, punctual as always. Now, he crouched next to Joey, making his massive body look smaller. Joey imagined this is what a bear about to pounce on prey looked like.
“Are you sure they are in there, Joey?” whispered Fabius.
“Yes, commissioner.”
Joey had made sure that there were people inside the warehouse and had seen some known members of the dark scientists unloading crates to the warehouse earlier. But even so, there was a lot at stake here, and Joey betrayed his nervousness by peeking over the brick wall that concealed them. The wall was battered and crumbling, a sign of the poverty of the neighborhood that was the center of this operation.
“How sure?”
“Pretty sure.”
Joey felt the commissioner examining him with a long, hard look. He knew he wasn’t infallible, but he was sure about this. Even though he wasn’t the most methodic or organized constable out there, he had done his homework on this one. Besides, he had a feeling about this place. His mom had always said he had an eye for people and a nose for trouble. He knew that the commissioner agreed with at least the second part of that statement.
“You know that if I use this warrant,” tested Commissioner Fabius while unrolling an official-looking scroll, “and there is nothing there….”
“Thousands of hours of the work of my colleagues are going to go down the drain,” completed Joey. He regretted it as soon as he’d done it. The commissioner didn’t take interruptions well, so he gave him the look. It was a bone-chilling gut-wrenching gaze that hurt as much as a punch to the gut. Joey had never understood how the man did it.
“Trust me, chief. I know that there is a dark sciences lab there.”
The commissioner sighed.
“Let us hope you are right, Joey. Otherwise, I have much explaining to do to the mayor. Have I told you that you’re the constable giving me the most paperwork to fill?”
“Yes, sir. Several times. But you’ve also told me that I’m worth the trouble.”
The commissioner harrumphed. “Don’t get cheeky. Pride doesn’t look good on a Constable.”
“Yes, sir.”
The commissioner held up his bioluminescent lamp. The tactical lamp’s firefly light was so faint that one would miss it if they weren’t looking directly at it. He closed and opened the blinds of the lamp, signaling to the tactical team that lay in ambush. The task force signaled back. They got the message.
Like a band of hyenas closing in on prey, the officers wearing bulletproof vests took their positions around the warehouse. Four of them held a battering ram with which they brought the door down.
As the door was rammed in, panicked men in lab coats screamed in surprise and tried to escape. But it was no use. All exits had been cut off by strategically placed officers who secured the building, much like a silent constrictor that envelops its prey. There was nothing left for them to do but choke.
Even though there were a few punches and swings of the staff, no shots were ever fired. The task force hadn't dared bring guns. An explosion in such a place could have been disastrous. The element of surprise had been enough, much more so than the power of gunpowder-propelled bullets. The raid was over before it even began.
“Clear!” signaled the raid team.
After getting confirmation that all had gone well, the commissioner came inside, followed by Joey. Both sighed in relief. It was indeed a dark sciences lab. The ungodly stench of petroleum was unmistakable. Bits of coal residue darkened the ground and crackled as Joey stepped on it. To the left, he saw the pens of unlicensed cows mooing and displaying signs of stress at the shouting and appearance of unknown visitors.
“I am sorry I doubted you, Joey. You were right. They were running a clandestine operation here. There are residues of coal on the ground. The cows too. It’s a huge bust. I think we might make the first page tomorrow.” The commissioner’s voice dripped with enthusiasm. Lately, the newspaper had heavily criticized him for the steep climb in the number of crimes in New Lisbon. He used every chance he could to clear the name of the force.
“Chief,” Sergeant Morris gestured urgently from across the room, “You gotta see this.”
The commissioner and Joey exchanged looks and headed toward the door where the sergeant stood. Inside a side office was a geological survey map hanging on the wall with several pins on it. Diagrams and blueprints for petroleum extractors were scattered on the table.
“What do you make of this, Joey?”
“I think they were trying to put together a petroleum extraction operation. Maybe what we found at the entrance,” said Joey pointing to the big warehouse from where they had just entered, “Was just to amass funds to enter the next step in their operation. That, or they would put a proposal together to sell to an investor in the black market. In any case, this was their endgame.”
“Won’t they ever learn?” sighed the commissioner.
“You troglodytes!” screamed one of the captives as the raid team dragged him out of the warehouse. “You should be the ones in chains! You scoff at progress! Technology must advance, no matter the cost! There is no way on Earth that what those preachers from the Science Academy say is true.”
The commissioner calmly walked toward the man like a lion nearing a mouse. Joey could almost hear the impact of the full force of the commissioner's deadening petrifying gaze hitting the man. The indignation and shouts were cooled as if a bucket of ice had been thrown on him.
“I always find it amusing how you mask immoral profit under the guise of progress.” The man gulped. The commissioner was a beast of a man. He was two meters tall but wasn’t slender by any means. His well-built, hairy solid arms and thick beard made one think of a bear standing on his hind legs, ready to strike. His voice had the particularity of, while not being overly loud, carrying across any space he was in.
“Now, here is what is going to happen. I will personally spend several pleasant hours with you in the interrogation room. By the time we finish our little chat, you’ll have told me where the black market is and who runs these dark science labs in my city.” The man looked terrified. Joey guessed that he was more scared about the certainty of having to speak again to this man face-to-face soon than he was of being caught.
“Take him away.” The commissioner turned to the rest of his team in a more benign voice. “Good job, gentlemen. You have earned yourself a good night's sleep. Go back home and take today's and tomorrow’s day off. Rest. That’s an order. Worry about the reports once you’re back in the office.”
As the commissioner turned to ignore the command he had given to his team, he noticed Joey following him.
“I suppose there’s no point in telling you not to follow me.”
“Sir, I won’t be able to enjoy my vacation if I don’t see this through to the end.”
“You’re the most stubborn man in the whole force. Did you know that?”
“The second most stubborn, sir.”
The commissioner let out a sound between a grunt and a chuckle at the jab from Joey, and both took off toward the precinct.
*
The locomotive ran on the polished tracks that blemished the virgin green woods. The orange twilight of dawn prophesied the coming of sunlight. Light danced through the leaves and bounced off the golden ‘G’ letters that marked the side of the blue vehicle. Even though personal lomotives weren’t nearly as big as trains, the heavy clickety-clack that echoed in the woods was more than enough to disturb sleeping squirrels and wake up terrified woodpeckers. Inside the cab sat two men. Both were visibly nervous. One of them, more elegantly dressed, glanced at his silver pocket. He didn’t register what time it was. It was a gesture done not out of practicality but out of the necessity to exhaust some of the nervous energy that had been building up in him since his foreman had woken him in the middle of the night.
“Are you sure that’s what you saw, Red? This isn't another one of the town kids’ silly pranks is it?”
“Good Lord, how could they pull off a prank on this scale?” protested Red. “When did I ever lie to you, Mr. Geoffrey? I saw what I saw.”
“When, indeed?” Geoffrey trusted Red, which only aggravated his anxiety. He had known the stockman for years and had complete faith in him. Otherwise, he would have never trusted him with his precious herds. “I just don’t understand how something like you described is possible.”
“I don’t have the faintest idea either, Mr. Geoffrey. All I know is that when I came to the pen to take the herd out to graze, I found what I told you.”
“We’ll know it soon enough. We’re almost there.” Geoffrey was glad he had gone through the trouble and expense of setting these tracks. Having a personal locomotive was something out of reach of the general populace’s pockets. In addition to buying the vehicle itself, getting insurance, and paying taxes and fuel, one also had to invest in the tracks. The never-ending bureaucracy of getting rails crossing other people’s properties had created an industry of its own. They were called railtors; realtors specialized in acquiring the rights of rich folk and companies to set up tracks where convenient for them. Geoffrey had spent almost as much money on his Mercury 3000 as he had in paying for the railroad circuit connecting his estates to town.
Geoffrey sat on the cushioned passenger seat. Opposite him, Red nervously fidgeted with his fingers. What he had seen earlier in the morning visibly haunted him.
“How is the herd doing, Red?” asked Geoffrey in an effort to get both their minds off their worries.
Rescued from his dark thoughts, Red promptly answered, pride in his animals showing in his recovered, confident tone.
“All plump and healthy, sir. We have several sea cows in heat. We will have some new calves in the coming month if all goes well.”
“How many, would you say?”
“I am expecting at least thirty, sir.”
“Thirty? It’s a good year. Well done, Red. How about production?”
“Sir, you know I just take care of the animals. You must go to your bone carvers, tanners, and those cursed oil makers to know about your dollars.”
Geoffrey moved uncomfortably in his seat. He wasn’t used to being talked to in this tone by his underlings. Nevertheless, he chose to overlook the short-tempered outburst of the old man. No one knew sea cows like Red; he hadn’t lost any on his watch. The herder had served him well over the years and had earned some slack. His mood was understandable if what he related to him earlier was true.
The boss and employee pair chatted about the livestock and soon, they had reached their destination. A good conversation sped a trip more than the fastest of engines. As the brakes were engaged, the locomotive screeched until they came to a stop. They exited the cab.
As Geoffrey left the solidness of the cabin’s custom-made wooden floors and stepped onto muddy mushy soil, he decided that his choice of wear for the day was correct. He had brought along his boots made from the hide of one of his prized sea bulls. The waterproof material allowed him to walk around on the soft, damp ground confidently. Smelling the air, Geoffrey realized that something seemed out of place. He took another deep breath.
“Aye. That’s the first thing I noticed too. No smell.” Due to the lake's high salinity, it was natural to smell the edgy saltiness of the air as you neared it. But the smell wasn’t as strong as what Geoffrey was used to. Sweat started to run down Geoffrey’s forehead.
“Lead the way, Red.”
Red grunted in agreement and started marching toward the pen where he had left the herd. Both men were quite familiar with the terrain of these woods. They had worked here for many years and knew the estate like the back of their hands. They promptly found the shore. Sooner than Geoffrey expected.
“Impossible.” Exclaimed Geoffrey.
Geoffrey stared, puzzled, at his legs. He was knee-deep in the clean, transparent water of the lake. This should have been dry ground. The shore was much further ahead. Looking around, he saw trees emerging from the water. He wasn’t lost. The lake had grown larger.
“Taste the water, sir.”
Red took his canteen, dumped it, and refilled it with water from the lake. He handed it to Geoffrey. He momentarily hesitated. New Lisbonites always drank water from the river Aurum, never from the lake. Something in Geoffrey’s mind screamed alarm but was ignored. Geoffrey sipped it, tasted it, and swallowed it.
“It’s fresh. No salt.”
Geoffrey was left with a funny taste in his mouth.
“Not as salty as it usually is, at least.”
“Red, how is this possible? This is the largest brackish water lake on the planet. What force could desalinate the whole lake?” It was unthinkable. The taste in Geoffrey’s mouth wasn’t getting any better. A headache was brewing in his mind. Strange... He rarely suffered from headaches. Was it the stress of the situation? Was he coming down with a cold? The cool air before dawn was quite chilly. He felt the urge to rinse the strange taste out of his mouth. Unfortunately, the canteen they had brought was now filled with water from the lake.
The headache receded. Concerns became smaller. Worrisome thoughts were put to the side and minimized until one concern was expanded and broadened. One thought filled Geoffrey’s mind until there was no space left for anything else. His possessions. “What about the herd? Are all the animals accounted for?” desperately asked Geoffrey.
“Yes, sir. We built the pens with more than enough margin to deal with a rise like this. Even though the shore has advanced this much, it only rose by a meter or so in terms of water level.”
"I want to see the herd." Red nodded and headed deep into the flooded area. Walking in the flooded area with all the floating branches and leaves and the trees emerging from the water felt surreal to Geoffrey. He had played on the shores of the lake more than he could remember in his childhood. He often came down to the estate of Joey's dad to play with him there. He couldn't remember seeing a flood like this in his whole life. He had read past flooding records, but there had never been any like this.
They reached his estate's pier after walking for a few more moments. They were a series of wooden planks placed over air pockets made from his sea cows' goldbeater's skin to give it more buoyancy. They were all tied to poles hammered deep into the lake bed with chains that had a generous safety margin. Even with the tides and waves of the lake, the pier remained intact. It was much more expensive to build it like this, but Geoffrey had thought that the investment was worth it in case of any eventuality. Boy, was he proven right. Even with the flood, his piers remained intact.
He managed to climb on the first wooden board and helped old Red climb on it. From there, they headed deeper and deeper into the lake until they came across a series of buoys that marked the boundaries of the paddock. Blocks of hollow wood marked the perimeter where his herd spent the night. Down to the lake bed were nets strong enough to ensure nothing could go in or out. His dugongs happily came to the surface to breathe, placidly swimming, waiting for old Red to take them grazing. Geoffrey observed them for a few moments and found nothing odd about their behavior.
"They seem OK," said Geoffrey, relieved.
"They are alright. I checked them all before I came to meet you."
“Will the change in water conditions mean any trouble for the herd?”
“Dugongs do just as well in freshwater as in brackish water, sir. Many species in the lake do. They will be fine. Can’t say the same thing about the shepherd pod or the seagrass prairies. But they should hold, at least for a few days.”
“What about our facilities? Any flooding?” Geoffrey tried to squint and see through the morning mist. But the light wasn't very bright yet, and he couldn't see the buildings of his estate from here.
“They’re all on high ground. We’re safe.”
Geoffrey nodded. Another good investment he had made. He imagined that Wilson and Willis would be biting their nails off right now with regret. His nearest neighbors hadn’t wanted to waste any money on the prevention of something as rare as lake floods, which happened once a century. As far as Geoffrey knew, all but one of the producers kept their facilities as close to the lake as possible.
“What baffles me is that it didn’t even rain last night.”
“I don’t know what to say, sir. By Ambyssus’ eye, I have never seen anything like this in all my life.”
Geoffrey frowned at the new word. He didn’t recall hearing the expression before, although it sounded strangely pleasant and familiar. Red was an old timer. Perhaps it was something people of his generation said. But there was a certain comfortable ring to it. Something soothing and natural, as if the expression evoked thoughts of an old acquaintance one hadn’t met in decades.
“I want the safety margin of all our pens doubled. Talk to Wilkinson. Since we don’t know how this change in the lake will affect the sea cow’s pastures, I want to make sure we have enough forage to last us for a year.”
“Sir, they can spend 7 months without any food. Rest easy. They are in no immediate danger.” Geoffrey frowned at the easy tone in which Red said it.
“That’s all fine, but I don’t want production nor reproduction to suffer because they feel food is scarce. Get to it, Red.”
“Aye, Boss.”
“I must go back to town to ascertain the situation.” Now that the worries about his possessions had been quenched, Geoffrey’s good nature and concern for his fellow men were allowed to resurface. “I doubt other cattle owners were as well prepared as we were. Perhaps we can lend some of our facilities to them. Will you be alright?”
“Rest assured, sir. I'll be fine.”
Geoffrey turned and made his way to the locomotive.
“By Ambyssus’ eye,” thought Geoffrey. “What a day!”
Geoffrey didn’t realize how strange it was for such an unfamiliar word to sound so familiar to him so quickly, nor the suddenness with which the driving force of his thoughts was changing direction. He felt no weird taste in his mouth anymore, only sweetness.
Comments
Cássio Ferreira
Hello, Colin! It isn't post-apocalyptic. It is alt-history. About Eldritch, I had to google the word to see what it was about. There is an alien entity, but the novel isn't supposed to be scary but light and mysterious.
Beeees!
Ooh, very interesting. I'm curious to see if this is alt history or post apocalyptic. Also, eldritch influence?!
