He turned to Julia as she picked her way over dead fish, button nose wrinkled in dismay. She recoiled from the heat in his expression.

"Are you quite sure you and the alien dealt with Leol Reiger?" he asked.

She nodded hurriedly, eyes dark with emotion. He hadn't seen her that vulnerable-looking for seventeen years.

Greg's earpiece hissed with static, then Melvyn was talking in a breathless voice. "I was about to send out a scout party for you. I was worried the water might have trapped you."

Three of the suited figures were walking towards them. Julia fumbled round in her hood, and found the small mike. "Do you have a communication circuit with Victor?" she asked.

"Not a chance, our fibre optic went down in the combat." He paused. "Greg—"

"I know," Greg said.

"We're leaving now," Julia said. "Get your team together." She started for the staircase.

"But there's still five tekmercs unaccounted for," Melvyn protested.

"Are all your people here?"

"I detailed four to take our wounded out, but the rest are here, yes."

"Then get them out."

"Yes, ma'am. What about the tekmercs?"

"Leave them to the alien, they won't escape."

"You found it?" Melvyn asked. Greg heard a thousand questions in his voice.

"Yes," Julia said.

"Lordy, me boy, you should have seen the beastie," Sinclair said. "A kilometre long, it was, black as hell."

"Where's Royan?" Melvyn asked.

Julia's step faltered. "Gone."

Fragments of data traffic bounced down the service tunnel as Greg led them out into Moorgate station, his earpiece picking up snatches of shouting voices. Half of New London's security staff were waiting for them. He could see paramedics easing the crash team casualties into a hospital coach, the four armour-suited members standing close by.

Victor came at a dead run as they emerged from the service tunnel. He stopped short half a metre from Julia, looking her up and down. "You're all right," he said, he sounded scared.

Julia smiled. "Yes, Victor, I'm all right."

Victor cleared his throat, and glanced back down the service tunnel. "What about Royan, did you find him?"

"Yeah," Greg said. "But he's not coming back, not with us." He sat down on one of the big pipes next to a turbopump casing. Now the tension and adrenalin drive were abating, the exertions of the last two days were making themselves felt. The immediacy was lost; always the same after combat, and that's what this had been, even without the physical side. His neurohormone hangover was nagging, cutting him off from the emotional by-play of the security staff, Victor and Julia, Rick; Sinclair's doolally inspirations. And he didn't care. He wanted out of his dissipater suit, then a bath, a drink, and a call to Eleanor. Maybe the other way round.

"And the alien?" Victor asked.

"It's agreed to leave," Julia said. "Have you got your cybofax on you?"

Victor handed it over.

"Get all these people out of here," Julia said as she entered a code into the wafer. "And clear all the other northern endcap stations as well."

"Why, what's happening?"

Her eyes glinted challengingly. "There's going to be a slight adjustment to New London."

Victor appealed to Greg.

"Don't look at me, she made the deal."

"What, with the alien?"

"Yeah."

Victor glanced back at Julia. Like a teenager hit with first-love blues, Greg thought.

Sean Francis's face appeared on the cybofax screen. "Ma'am. You're all right, yes?"

Julia sucked in her cheeks. "Yes, so it seems. Sean, order a complete evacuation of all personnel in the second chamber, miners, technicians, supervisors. Absolutely everyone, they are to use the emergency capsules. I want them out fast."

Sean looked shocked. "What's happening?"

"The alien will be entering the second chamber soon. And while I think of it, make sure the orb foundry plant crew evacuate as well. Then clear every spacecraft within a five-hundred-kilometre radius of New London, and that includes all the cargo tugs and personnel commuters. Everything, understood?"

"My God, if it's that dangerous shouldn't I order a full-scale evacuation?"

"It's not dangerous," Julia said quickly. "Just very, very big."

"Big," Sean mouthed silently. "All right, I'll initiate the procedures now."

"Thank you, Sean," Julia said. "And have Maria power up my Falcon. We'll be at the southern hub docking complex in five minutes."

"You're leaving?" Sean asked. It wasn't quite an accusation.

"Certainly not. I'm reserving a grandstand seat; after what we've been through we've earned it."

"Yes, ma'am."

Julia sat beside Greg, and slipped her arm through his. She was effervescent. It was a lovely sight, he thought, like watching time in retreat, her face smoothing out.

"How about you boys?" Julia glanced up at Rick and Victor, tip of her tongue caught between her lips. "You coming?"

Victor and Rick exchanged a nervous glance, not quite sure how to react to this teasing, girlish Julia.

Greg chuckled at them, and allowed her to haul him to his feet. Muscles creaked in protest, but she was right, he couldn't miss it. At least somebody had got what they wanted out of all this.

Space was full of bright orange sparks, a wide cyclonic circle spinning out of New London's northern hub like some giant Catherine wheel display. The Falcon glided smoothly towards them, maintaining a steady two-kilometre separation distance from the bulk of the asteroid.

"Just how many people have you got building the second chamber?" Rick asked. He was floating parallel to the cabin roof, gawping out at the pyrotechnic armada of emergency escape capsules.

Julia clucked her tongue, concentrating on the data the processor nodes were feeding her. "About three and a half thousand all told. The capsules can hold up to eight people. They've launched most of them."

Maria snorted. "A thousand vomit comets, the mind boggles."

Greg tightened his grip on the back of her chair. Maria had been grumpy since they left New London's southern hub docking crater. He got the impression she didn't like being crowded out like this. The four of them hanging on behind her, peering out through the slim, graphic-laden windscreen.

"How are we doing, Sean?" Julia asked.

"The emergency capsules are all clear," Sean's voice reported. "But there are fifteen reported cases of broken limbs, and numerous minor injuries. We very nearly had a panic situation after all the rumours which have been circulating. Our second chamber schedule has been ripped to pieces. It'll take weeks to get back to full operational efficiency. Some of the gear just isn't designed for instant shutdown, yes?"

"There is no schedule any more, Sean. So don't worry about it."

"If you say so, ma'am," he said in a tired voice. "We've suspended traffic movements around the asteroid, apart from yourself. How soon before we can start picking up the emergency capsules?"

"As soon as they pass the five-hundred-kilometre limit."

"Yes, ma'am."

The sparks around the edge of the expanding circle were dimming and going out.

"Where do you want to watch from?" Maria asked.

"Take us round to the northern hub crater," Julia said. "But not too close."

A flurry of purple lines swept across the windscreen. Greg heard the reaction control thrusters fire. The Falcon was sliding up level with the shoal of emergency capsules, the sunlit length of the mirror spindle crept into view round the northern end of the asteroid.

"I've got damage reports coming in from the second chamber's environmental maintenance section," Sean called. "Five hydrocarbon storage tanks have been breached, massive fluid loss."

"Don't send any repair crews down to them," Julia said.

"But—"

"None, Sean."