"Understood, Major."

Philips pushed up to him. "Major, we should try to take this man alive."

"We're not capturing anyone, Doctor. This situation is going to end right now, and whatever's left is all yours."

Ross pointed at the monitor. "He's doing something."

They all looked up.

The intruder was standing, moving his arms as though controlling invisible objects, his mouth moving in a rhythmic chant.

Gragg concentrated on the plane of D-Space. The entire floor plan of Building Twenty-Nine was replicated there, spread out around him as a life-sized wire-frame model overlaid on the GPS grid. It aligned precisely with the corners of each wall in the real world. This allowed Gragg to see the geometry of adjoining rooms. More importantly, images from the building's dense network of security cameras were wrapped around the wire-frame model's geometry, showing a patchwork of live video from those neighboring rooms-giving Gragg an almost X-ray vision through the dense concrete.

Korr personnel sprinted through the hallways, loading weapons and sealing doorways. They were ants in his ant colony. He had seen the strike teams getting ready all the way back in their locker room.

The garrison was in disarray.

Gragg turned to look far beyond the concrete walls of Building Twenty-Nine, to distant, glowing call-outs in D-Space. He selected dozens of virtual objects he'd stored there, then launched his prearranged summoning sequence, making somatic gestures and speaking the unlock code to the VOIP module. " Andos ethran Kohlra Bethru. Lord of a million eyes, Loki summons you…"

Gragg looked through the sealed blast doors leading into the lab. The guards there had been pulled inside, but Gragg looked into the artificial dimension beyond them. He aimed his gloved finger at a virtual object in the lab, an object he had insinuated into the equipment collection some time ago. Gragg closed his fist on the object in D-Space.

Somewhere beyond those thick concrete walls a compressed air tank sprayed powdered aluminum across the lab space-then ignited it with an electrical spark. Suddenly the building shuddered, followed by a dull roar and the muted shrieks of twisting metal. A deafening klaxon sounded the alarm throughout the facility. Blue strobes flickered near the exits.

The Major scanned the security monitors as a dozen red lights blinked on a floor plan map. There. The lab was consumed in flames. The camera image rippled with interference, vertical hold skipping. One of the scientists ran through the picture, burning alive beneath white-hot flames. Sprinklers deployed to little effect.

"Goddamnit…"

"The science team. Get medics to the lab! And the equipment collection-"

"It's too late…" Ross pointed to the monitor.

On- screen an acetylene tank was spinning in a pinwheel of flame near the lab table, then exploded, shaking the building again. The monitor image went dead.

Philips slumped and covered her eyes. "We just lost some of our best people, not to mention the Daemon equipment collection."

Merritt grabbed The Major's shoulder. "Where do you need me?"

"Sit tight, Merritt." The Major looked back at Philips. "Are you still glad you conducted your little test, Doctor?"

"Without this test we never would have discovered we'd been infiltrated."

Ross nodded. " That's why we weren't able to join Daemon Factions. He was tracking our every move."

The Major turned to him. "Maybe we shouldn't have been playing games with the Daemon in the first place."

The board operator looked up again. "He's not going anywhere, Major. The gaming pit is locked down."

Gragg stood before the sealed bulletproof glass doors barring his exit. The camera-lined corridor beyond led to the building entry vestibule.

Gragg turned to face another D-Space object hovering just to the right of the glass doors. It was a surreal blue button, floating impossibly there as seen through his HUD glasses. It was labeled in large glowing letters: OPEN. Gragg tapped the virtual button with his gloved hand. It flashed.

The real- world ballistic glass doors slid open, and he stepped through the opening and entered the anteroom beyond.

Philips threw up her hands. "He's out of the gaming pit."

Ross gestured to the monitors. "The security system's been compromised."

"Who subcontracted that, I wonder?"

The Major gave her a look. "Stow that shit right now." He turned to the board operator. "Physically cut the power to the north perimeter doors."

The board operator rolled back in his chair. He opened an electrical panel on the back wall and started tripping breaker switches.

Philips leaned over the board and clicked from camera to camera. "Where is he?"

"Don't worry, Doctor. He's trapped."

"That's what you said last time. Show me."

"We just tripped the breakers. The perimeter doors are frozen in a locked position. He's not getting through inch-thick steel plating."

She studied the bank of black-and-white monitors. The large one in the center now showed the intruder standing in a dead-end hallway some distance from the exterior steel doors. He stood above three newly fallen guards, their bodies smoking. The intruder was just staring up at the camera. Unnervingly calm. He was only a kid-early twenties at most.

The Major nodded at the monitor. "I told you we'd stop him." He turned to a nearby guard. "I want every gun on the tarmac focused on that exit."

Philips leaned into the microphone sticking up from the control board. She held down the mic switch. "You're trapped. Give up, and you won't be hurt."

The intruder's tinny voice came in over the speakers. "Dr. Philips, I see you discovered D-Space. Or at least a layer of it."

A flash of fear swept through her. He knew her real name. How could he possibly know her name? Thoughts of her parents in D.C. thrust front and center in her mind. She turned to The Major. "Call Dr. Fulbright at Fort Meade. Tell him to take my parents into protective custody. Now!"

The Major snapped his fingers at a Korr guard, who grabbed another phone.

She keyed the mic. "You know who I am. So who are you-or are you afraid to tell me your name?"

"Bitch. I'm Loki, the most powerful sorcerer in the world, and I'm about to ruin your whole fucking day."

Merritt took off his suit jacket and headed for the door. "Keep this nutcase busy, Doctor."

Ross grabbed Merritt's arm. "No heroics, Roy."

"I don't plan on any."

The Major blocked his path. "Where are you going?"

Merritt looked calmly at him. "I'm going to see how that prick deals with flash-bang grenades. Unlock the gaming pit, Major."

The Major appraised Merritt for a moment, then grabbed a radio and headset from a nearby charging station. The man looked as determined as he had in the famous Burning Man images from Sobol's mansion. He tossed them to Merritt. "Good luck." The Major watched him exit.

Philips turned back to the monitor and keyed the mic again. "Loki, Sobol is using you. What you're doing is high treason. If you surrender now, I can help you."

"You can help me?" He laughed. "I'm not the one who needs help. The society you're defending is doomed."

"It's your society, too, Loki."

"No. It's my parents' society, not mine. What does it offer my generation? A meaningless existence. Living long, boring lives, milked each day by salesmen. Livestock for a permanent ruling class. Well, I have no use for their laws, their maps, their failures. The Daemon has already defeated them."

"This is your last warning: surrender."

Loki smiled. "You don't get it, do you?"