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  TORCHWOOD

  BORDER PRINCES

  Dan Abnett

  BOOKS

  Contents

  Cover

  Title

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Also available in the Torchwood series

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

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  © Dan Abnett 2007

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  Torchwood is a BBC Wales production for BBC Three

  Executive Producers: Russell T Davies and Julie Gardner

  Producer: Richard Stokes

  Project Editor: Steve Tribe

  Production Controller: Peter Hunt

  Cover design by Lee Binding @ Tea Lady © BBC 2007

  Typeset in Albertina and Century Gothic

  Printed and bound in Germany by GGP Media GmbH, Poessneck

  For Gary Russell

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  ANOTHER LIFE

  by Peter Anghelides

  SLOW DECAY

  by Andy Lane

  ONE

  The End of the World began on a Thursday night in October, just after eight in the evening.

  It began with filthy, spitting rain creeping inland from the Bristol Channel, with a black SUV hammering east along the Penarth Road, with the bleep of a text message received.

  ‘Scale of one to ten?’ Owen asked. He was driving, peering out at traffic barely visible in the veil of rain.

  ‘One being slightly pressing and ten being insanely urgent?’ Jack wondered from the passenger seat.

  ‘Yeah.’

  ‘About twenty-six, twenty-seven,’ Jack replied mildly. He held up his mobile phone so that Owen could glance over and read the screen.

  THE END OF THE WORLD.

  ‘Captain Analogy strikes again,’ said Owen.

  ‘There’s only room for one captain on this team,’ Jack replied, flipping the clam-shell mobile shut. ‘Uh, Owen...’ he added.

  Looking at Jack’s mobile had taken Owen’s eyes away from the road long enough for tail lights to bloom bright like distress flares dead ahead. Owen stood on the brakes, rocking the SUV nose down, and downshifted to go around.

  Headlights blinded them, oncoming and bright. A horn blared.

  Owen made a tutting noise and hauled the SUV back into lane. Lurched hard in his inertia-reels by the drastic deceleration-acceleration-deceleration, Jack maintained a surprisingly beatific composure.

  ‘Sorry,’ said Owen, hands tight and white on the wheel. ‘Sorry about that.’

  ‘No problem.’

  ‘You seem remarkably relaxed.’

  ‘It’s the End of the World. A head-on prang on the Penarth Road seems somehow trivial by comparison.’

  ‘Ah,’ said Owen. The traffic ahead began to space out again.

  ‘Of course,’ said Jack, ‘he could be wrong.’

  ‘He’s usually right,’ Owen corrected. ‘Captain – sorry, Analogy Lad – has a nose for these things.’

  The text bleep sounded again.

  ‘What’s he saying now?’ asked Owen.

  ‘Boiled egg,’ said Jack.

  Owen floored the accelerator.

  Boiled egg. ‘Four minutes or less.’

  Gwen ran across the road in the sheeting rain towards the messy huddle of buildings cowering by the riverside. There were lights on in a nearby pub, a late shop, and a row of houses. The hiss of the rain was like persistent static.

  The buildings directly ahead were derelict, and seemed to have been left in a state of schizophrenic disarray, undecided whether they wanted to grow up and be warehousing or a multi-storey car park. The pub’s neon window ads reflected in the long puddles on the road; pinks and reds and greens and Magners and Budweisers, stirred and puckered by the rain.

  James was waiting under an arch of old, blackened brick. He started moving the moment she reached him.

  ‘Boiled egg?’ she asked, as she ran along beside him. ‘Really?’

  ‘Really.’

  ‘End of the World, or just the End of Cardiff?’

  ‘The latter is merely a sub-set of the former,’ he grinned. ‘Besides, I’m just relaying what Tosh told me.’

  ‘Where is she?’

  ‘Round the back.’

  ‘And what did she tell you?’

  ‘This is the blip she’s been seeing for a week, on and off. First real, solid fix.’

  ‘And it’s the End of the World why?’

  ‘Her systems crashed eighteen seconds after she painted it. I mean crash crashed. Forty-nine per cent of the Hub’s down. We left Ianto in tears.’

  ‘It’s aggressive, then?’

  ‘On a scale of one to ten?’ he asked.

  ‘Your scale or Jack’s?’

  ‘Mine.’

  ‘And?’

  He shrugged, running up a short flight of rain-slick concrete steps. ‘Twenty-six, twenty-seven. It freaked the crap out of Tosh’s co
mputers and they’re, you know, kind of the best us evolved apes have ever manufactured.’

  They came out onto a vacant lot, tufted with virile weeds. The eastern end of the gravelly lot, marked by an ailing chain-link fence, was flooded with standing water six inches deep. Gwen could smell the river. The wind was cold, and held the particular tang of Autumn fighting a losing battle with Winter’s point men.

  ‘Oh!’ she said, suddenly unsteady. ‘Christ on a moped, did you feel that?’

  He nodded. Nausea: a wallowing unease that reminded her of the car sickness she’d suffered as a child on family day-trips, the big back seat of the old Vauxhall Royale, stopping and starting in the tourist traffic all the way to Carmarthen.

  ‘I’ve got a headache,’ James said. ‘Have you got a headache?’

  ‘Yes,’ said Gwen, realising she absolutely had. ‘It came on suddenly.’

  ‘Like a switch?’

  ‘Like a switch, yeah. I can’t thick straight.’

  ‘Thick?’

  ‘What?’

  ‘You just said “thick”.’

  ‘I meant think.’

  ‘I know what you meant. I can’t thick straight either. I’m having real trouble focusing.’

  ‘You mean “trouble”,’ said Gwen, pinching the bridge of her nose.

  ‘What?’

  ‘You said “stubble”, but you mean “trouble”.’

  ‘I didn’t.’

  Gwen looked at him. The cold rain spattered down on them. She was getting visual disturbance; squiggles of yellow light and peripheral flashes in the corners of her vision. She’d never suffered from migraines, but she’d read enough to know that this was what migraines were supposed to feel like.

  ‘What the bloody hell is this?’ she asked. She was slightly scared.

  ‘I don’t know,’ he said. He managed a grin and put on the beaky voice of his favourite cartoon character, ‘But I ain’t gonna get in no flap.’

  That made her laugh. Jack was Torchwood’s rock and soul, but James was its heart. He could make her laugh in the face of the End of the World. Or Cardiff, whichever occurred first.

  James turned away from her. ‘Game face,’ he said. ‘We’re on.’

  Someone was running towards them, running right across the flooded part of the lot and kicking up froths of water like Gene Kelly in a happy-go-lucky mood.

  Gwen thought it was Toshiko at first glance, but it wasn’t. It was a slim girl in boy-cut jeans and a skinny rib T-shirt that bore the slogan I’ve got tits, so I win.

  She was running kind of funny, Gwen thought, spastic, her arms shaking. Her thin, pram face was twitching and blinking.

  ‘Hello?’ James called out.

  The girl stumbled to a halt and wavered in front of them, blinking at James, then at Gwen, and then at James again. Each swing of her head was abrupt and made her sway. Her fingers, dripping with rain, pinched and snapped like someone telling the old ‘he’s been giving it that all night’ lobster joke.

  ‘Big big big,’ she told them, slurring and emphasising the middle ‘big’. ‘Sham. Sixty Nine per cent. Of cat owners. Anthropomorphise. Gibbons. Big gibbons. Big Gibbon’s Decline and Fall,’ she added.

  Then she dropped to her knees with such a hard, bony crunch, Gwen winced. Kneeling, the girl threw up on the gravel.

  Gwen went to her quickly, trying to help her. The girl said something, and pushed Gwen away. Then she hurled again.

  Even diluted by the wind and rain, her sick smelled wrong. There was a strong ketone stink. Behind that, half-masked, plastics and burned sugar.

  ‘It’s all right,’ said Gwen.

  ‘Big big big,’ the girl slurred, and dry heaved like she was trying to exhale her liver.

  Gwen looked up at James.

  ‘What the hell’s wrong with her?’ she asked. ‘And, also, ow! My headache’s getting worse.’

  ‘Mine too,’ he agreed. He was trying to be upbeat, but she could hear the tone. The pain. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘unless quiz night at the local pub has gone horribly wrong—’

  The girl got up, shoving them aside. She fell down again, picked herself up once more and said, ‘Glory. Glory glory glory. Cantankerous. Is a good word.’

  She swayed and looked at James. ‘Isn’t it?’

  ‘It is,’ he replied, reaching out his hand.

  The girl laughed, and bubbles of snot came out of her nose. The heaves squeezed her again, and she convulsed, elbows digging into her sides, but nothing more came up.

  ‘Varnish,’ she said, gurgling, and ran away.

  ‘Don’t let her—’ Gwen began.

  The girl didn’t get far. She ran blindly into a mouldering brick wall, bounced off it with an ugly smack, and fell flat on her back.

  They ran to her. Her face and arms were grazed and bleeding. Her nose was broken. Blood ran out of it, turning pink in the steady downpour.

  ‘It’s all right, it’s all right,’ Gwen hushed. ‘What’s your name? Can you tell me your name?’

  ‘Huw,’ the girl mumbled.

  ‘Well, there’s a switch,’ said James.

  Gwen looked up at him. ‘She’s not Huw, you prat. Huw’s someone else.’

  Huw ran down the riverside path, behind the glittering raindrop wall of the chain link. He thought he was running well, really sprinting, but to an observer, he would have looked like someone doing a sensationally bad Planet of the Apes impression.

  He stumbled and slapped into the fence, making it trampoline and jingle. Collected rainwater shivered off the diamond links.

  He sagged.

  ‘Let me help you,’ said the woman materialising out of the rain behind him. She was beautiful, Huw thought, blinking at her. She was slender and very cool beans in her black leather coat.

  ‘My name is Toshiko,’ the woman told him. ‘Let me help you. Tell me your name. Tell me what happened.’

  Huw flopped back onto the grass and broken asphalt, one hand still clinging to the quivering fence.

  ‘There are,’ he began, but stopped. His voice sounded funny, as if his ears were stuffed full of cotton wool. Maybe they were. Had he done that? Perhaps he had. Earlier on, in the bathroom, swallowing the last of the aspirin. There had been a baggie of cotton wool balls by the sink. Laney’s, for make-up. Had he... had he?

  It was so hard to think. To remember. His own name. Laney’s name. No, Laney’s name was Laney. Laney, where are you?

  ‘Talk to me,’ said the woman called Toshiko. ‘What were you trying to tell me?’

  ‘There are,’ Huw began again, ignoring the woolly sound of his voice, ‘there are numbers, and there are two blue lights and they move, and they move about, like this.’

  He pulled his hand free of the dripping chain link and moved it around his other hand, describing curious, geometric patterns in the air.

  ‘They move. They move. They move about. They’re big lights. Big big big.’

  His thready voice emphasised the middle of the three ‘bigs’.

  Toshiko crouched beside him. ‘Lights? And numbers?’

  Huw nodded. ‘Big big big. Flashing and moving. Blue. Oh, sometimes red. Red is dead. Blue is true. Big big big.’

  ‘What are the numbers?’ Toshiko asked him.

  ‘My name is Huw!’ he blurted, as if he’d just that minute remembered.

  ‘Oh, well, hello Huw. Tell me about the numbers and the lights.’

  Huw’s head rolled drunkenly. He was blinking very fast, and the muscles in his face were ticking. ‘Huw is blue. Huw is true. Big big big.’

  ‘The numbers, Huw—’

  ‘Abstract numbers,’ he said, very clearly and suddenly, fixing her with a stare.

  Toshiko looked back at him. Jeans, a vest top, a ratty Hoxton fin ruined by the rain. No way this ‘Huw’ knew about abstract numbers.

  ‘Huw, tell me about the abstract numbers.’

  Huw was fiddling with his left ear. He pulled out a clump of cotton wool. It was soaked in blood.

 
‘Shit,’ he muttered. ‘I think my brain’s burst.’

  ‘Huw,’ Toshiko soothed.

  ‘Oh no!’ he wailed suddenly, writhing.

  ‘Oh no! Go away! Don’t look at me! Leave me alone!’

  Toshiko started back. She realised Huw had just wet himself. She could smell it. He was mortified by the indignity.

  That suggested he wasn’t drunk.

  ‘Huw...’

  ‘My head does hurt,’ he moaned.

  ‘So does mine,’ she agreed. It really, really did. ‘Tell me more about the numbers and the lights. Where did they come from?’

  Boiled egg. Boiled egg. She was acutely aware that they were running out of time. Completely out of time.

  ‘Big big big,’ Huw replied. ‘Stephi Graff. Giraffe. Ron Moody. Bastard. Twins. Illegitimate twins. On the cover of Hello! magazine. Do you know that magazine? Very much the model of a modern major overhaul.’

  ‘Huw? Come on! Huw?’

  He smiled at her, blinking all the time.

  Then he died.

  His eyeballs went slack, and his head flopped back, and a puff of smoke trickled up out of his open mouth.

  The smoke smelled of burned sugar, plastic and faeces.

  Knifed by the same pain that had killed him, Toshiko fell to her knees, wincing.

  ‘He lost the Amok,’ a voice behind her said.

  Toshiko looked around.

  The tramp stood in the beating rain, watching her. He seemed huge, but that was because he was wearing too many old coats. His filthy beard was strung with rainwater droplets like a Christmas tree’s decorations. He reeked of mud and factory waste. His arms were weighed down by two heavy carrier bags. Sainsbury’s.

  ‘He lost the what?’ Toshiko asked, rising.

  ‘The Amok,’ the tramp replied. There was no way of telling how old he was. Thirty? Sixty? Life had run him down without stopping.

  He set his bulging carrier bags down at his feet. ‘Huw had the Amok, but he lost. Donny had it before him, and he lost too. Before Donny, Terry. Before Terry, Malcolm. Before Malcolm, Bob. Before Bob, Ash’ahvath.’

  ‘Before Bob who?’

  ‘Ash’ahvath,’ the tramp said.

  ‘As in the Middlesex Ash’ahvath’s?’

  The tramp sniggered and shook his head so hard raindrops flew out of his beard, like a dog shaking itself after bath-time. ‘You’re funny. I don’t know no Ash’ahvath. It was just the last name on the list.’

 
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