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As
we
reached
the
portals
,
they
yawned
slowly
open
with
a
dull
hum
of
powered
hinges
and
stopped
with
an
aperture
of
two
metres
between
them
.
I
gestured
at
Trepp
,
and
she
stepped
over
the
threshold
with
a
shrug
.
Something
big
moved
spiderlike
down
the
walls
in
the
dimness
to
either
side
of
the
entrance
.
I
slipped
a
hand
to
the
butt
of
the
Nemex
,
knowing
as
I
did
that
it
was
futile
.
We
were
in
the
land
of
the
giants
now
.
Skeletal
gun
barrels
the
length
of
a
man
’
s
body
emerged
from
the
gloom
as
the
two
robot
sentry
systems
sniffed
us
over
.
I
judged
the
calibre
as
about
the
same
as
the
Hendrix
’
s
lobby
defence
system
,
and
relinquished
my
weapons
.
With
a
vaguely
insectile
chittering
,
the
automated
killing
units
drew
back
and
spidered
up
the
walls
to
their
roosting
points
.
At
the
base
of
the
two
alcoves
they
lived
in
,
I
could
make
out
massive
iron
angels
with
swords
.
"
Come
on
.
"
Trepp
’
s
voice
was
unnaturally
loud
in
the
cathedral
hush
.
"
You
think
if
we
wanted
to
kill
you
,
we
would
have
brought
you
all
the
way
here
?
"
I
followed
her
down
a
flight
of
stone
steps
and
into
the
main
body
of
the
chamber
.
We
were
in
a
huge
basilica
that
must
run
the
length
of
the
rock
buttress
beneath
the
cross
and
whose
ceiling
was
lost
in
gloom
high
above
us
.
Up
ahead
was
another
set
of
steps
,
leading
onto
a
raised
and
slightly
narrower
section
where
the
lighting
was
stronger
.
As
we
reached
it
,
I
saw
that
the
roof
here
was
vaulted
over
the
stone
statues
of
hooded
guardians
,
their
hands
resting
on
thick
broadswords
and
their
lips
curled
into
faintly
contemptuous
smiles
below
their
hoods
.
I
felt
my
own
lips
twist
in
fractional
response
,
and
my
thoughts
were
all
of
high
yield
explosives
.
At
the
end
of
the
basilica
,
grey
things
were
hanging
in
the
air
.
For
a
moment
I
thought
I
was
looking
at
a
series
of
shaped
monoliths
embedded
in
a
permanent
force
field
,
and
then
one
of
the
grey
things
shifted
slightly
in
a
stray
current
of
the
chilly
air
,
and
I
suddenly
knew
what
they
were
.
"
Are
you
impressed
,
Takeshi
-
san
?
"
The
voice
,
the
elegant
Japanese
in
which
I
was
addressed
,
hit
me
like
cyanide
.
My
breathing
locked
up
momentarily
with
the
force
of
my
emotions
and
I
felt
a
jagged
current
go
though
the
neurachem
system
as
it
responded
.
I
allowed
myself
to
turn
towards
the
voice
,
slowly
.
Somewhere
under
my
eye
,
a
muscle
twitched
with
the
suppressed
will
to
do
violence
.
"
Ray
,
"
I
said
,
in
Amanglic
.
"
I
should
have
fucking
seen
this
one
on
the
launch
pad
.
"
