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And now the exciting conclusion. Actually, you know, I said that to be ironic, but actually it is pretty exciting now that I think about it...
“Ok, everyone, fall back to the balcony.” The engine noises grew louder. A surprisingly quiet smash was followed by a much louder one as a hover-vehicle slammed through the glass and banged into the interior wall of the greenhouse. I recognized it instantly as the documentarians!
Oh, thank God, there were still only four of them! Vince, Cravat, Eyepatch, and Van Shank.
The fillmakers poured out, screaming and picking up ants as they went. “Up here, up here!” we shouted, and they scrambled up the stairs. The Kirbys flooded in. The pretty woman tripped, and O’Neil ran down to rescue her, throwing her over his burly shoulder and sprinting back up. Ants surged up his legs, and when he couldn’t handle the pain anymore, he bodily chucked her halfway up the well, yelled “Grab her” and dove into the swarm. There were screams. She landed sprawled out and winded. I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her up.
Simultaneously with all this, a fat guy from the film crew had also fallen. Dan ran down and grabbed him by the sleeve, trying to pull him up, but the tide was too strong. Ants swarmed over his arm, and got on Dan. As the man got dragged under, Dan almost got pulled in, too. I dropped the woman rather ungallantly, jumped down three steps, and snatched up my whimpering dog.
We got everyone else in the hallway and slammed door just in time. Even so, the camera crew was covered in bugs, and rolled around panicking, while we swatted at them, and jumped up and down on the bug on the floor. This door was reasonably well, designed to keep humidity in the greenhouse. It would hold for a while.
The camera crew had wrapped themselves up as much as possible in wet towels before they made their mad dash to us. Clever.
“What the hell is going on here,” the pretty lady - Jerry - said. The garage dock was locked shut, no one answered when we banged on it, the phones aren’t working, we heard gunshots…” Meanwhile, my mind was spinning ahead, trying to use this to our advantage.
“Ask Brother Bob,” Zadok said, “He’s in charge.”
“Short version: I’m Bob Wilson from earth, and Les Wynans attempted to kill me the last time I was back there. He failed, and he sent a couple goons along as passengers on the Bahman, trying to finish the job.”
“Wait, the Bob Wilson? The Les Wynans? ‘Wynans the Traitor?’”
I winced, “Yeah, that’s me. Are you recording all this?”
“Of course we are! We started the moment the Kirbys came. Then our uplink failed, and we decided we needed to look for a safe port. This is the story of a lifetime!”
“Lifetimes are pretty short here lately,” Zadok said, “You should stick with him, and keep recording. Assuming anyone survives, people need to know what happened.”
“Ok, but we can’t transmit. The uplink is down.”
“Just hold on to it until this is all over, send it then. There’s something else going on here that I’m not quite getting. Les sent goons to kill me, but would he really have gone to that expense - sacrificing some of his agents for simple revenge - or were they already coming here for some other purpose?”
No one knew. One of the Essenes touched the door. “I can feel it vibrating from the bugs.” I winced.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said, “We’re perilously close to those things getting in at two or three points.”
“I’m going to hit the kitchen, and take food to the chapel,” Zadok said, “We probably need to lay in supplies if there’s a siege.”
“Good idea,” I said, “Get to it.” I ran off to the Zipline Room, Jerry following me. The rest of the crew went off with the others, excepting a skinny guy who got bit up by the bugs really bad. A Sadhu named “Hall” dragged him off to the infirmary.
Halfway to the Chapel we were intercepted by Eyepatch, who instantly started lobbing grenades the size of rolls of quarters, knocking huge chunks out of the walls. Jerry and I ran, while my ears rang so bad I could barely