“I had forgotten that, while Thor hurls his Hammer from storm-clouds, Odin prefers his strike to come out of a calm sky.”
― Robert Low, The White Raven
“What was in that book I gave Morgan?”
Findlay’s question interrupted my reading of the SIVA crisis reports. I hid my //annoyance. “Observations of the tactics the Cabal have adopted to deal with the remnant Taken threats. I don’t think the Cabal have ever been thrashed like this before. It has changed their approach.”
“So why give it to the Cryptarchs?”
I put the report down. “The Cryptarchs do analysis of an enemy’s language and habits and trade that to the Vanguard for help with relic retrieval. The Warlocks like it too since it helps them weaponize their use of the Light.”
“Titans and Hunters don’t care?”
“We Hunters rely on our wits and weapons, not just our powers to get things done. And Titans have never met a problem they couldn’t just smack their thick skulls against.”
“Hey…” Findlay began.
“We’re about to land at the Iron Temple.” Emma reported from the cockpit. I tucked the sheaf of reports into my satchel and stood before drawing my hood up.
We transmatted into a blizzard: the world was nothing but blowing whiteness, and the sun was near setting. Darkness was rapidly descending.
“Where’s the meeting point?” I shouted.
Findlay waved me to follow him. The snow obscured everything past a few meters, but his Ghost gave off a little halo of light that made a decent beacon. I saw other Guardians pass us: in spite of the weather there was a sense of activity and movement all around us, muted orange light here and there I took to be torches or fires.
Findlay guided us across a bridge made of wood and rope.
“Blood of the Traveler, what is this, the dark ages?” I demanded, clinging to the icy ropes that kept me from being blown off the side.
“In a manner of speaking,” said Ebony helpfully. “The Iron Temple was built centuries ago. It’s older than the City.”
“Wonderful,” I said. The walk across the bridge seemed to take forever, but I caught up with Findlay at a huge set of doors with a great axe carved into them.
“Push!” shouted Findlay. I complied, and orange light streamed out of the enclosure along with a semblance of warmth. Once inside we turned and the pressed the doors back into place, and they snapped close with a heavy crunch.
“Look what the new boot found.” Miranda was sitting at the edge of a fire pit that dominated a small room with a high-ceiling that I took to be the base of a tower. She had her hood drawn up to cover her bald head, but her Awoken eyes were shining bright in the firelight.
“Throw him back out,” said Magnus. He was huddled in his black robes and almost sitting in the fire…no, he was sitting in the fire. “He let the cold in.”
Drake laughed and waved me over. “It is good to see you again, Morc.”
I sat next to the other Warlock and punched his shoulder. “You as well.”
“Is this all of us?” asked Findlay.
“Arianna’s on her way over with M and a briefing,” said Miranda. “Be patient, kid.”
“Where are the others?” I asked.
“Out being Titans,” said Magnus. “You know: beating their chests, smashing things, the usual.”
The others frowned. “No one knows,” admitted Drake finally. “He went after something in the European DZ on assignment from Dead Orbit. Not sure what they wanted out there, but he was eager to go. No one’s heard from him in 8 weeks, and both Dead Orbit and the Vanguard are being tight-lipped about it.”
“We know he isn’t dead,” said Magnus. “Farstride would have been told. But whatever he’s up to, he’s even harder to find than you.”
The doors cracked open and 2 Hunters, Arianna and the fiery little M, ducked inside from the blizzard.
“Close the damn door!” shouted Magnus, and thrust out a hand. The doors snapped close before the Hunters had even begun to push them.
“This place and its lack of tech is unbearable.” M took her hood off and shook her short blonde hair free, sending snow all around her.
“Back in the day this was practically a palace compared to what we lived in,” said Magnus.
“You say that like you were there,” I laughed. Magnus looked through the flames at me. I gaped at him as the implication dawned. “Were you…?”
“Briefing,” snapped M. “The faster I’m done here the faster I can get back to the Tower.” She looked at Arianna. “This your whole crew?”
“This is us.”
“You scrounged up a Titan.”
“Can’t leave a stray puppy out for the Devils to eat,” said Arianna.
Findlay frowned at all of us. “What did I do to deserve this?”
Drake guffawed at him. “You will get used to it, kid.”
“This will be familiar territory for 2 of you,” said M. “We’re sending you south of the Cosmodrome.”
“What? Why?” I asked. “The reports I read said the SIVA plague lands are north of here.”
“And our Titans will do a wonderful job smashing up SIVA: it’s a simple task, but I need brains and skill, so I got Warlocks and Hunters for this.”
“I am sitting right here,” muttered Findlay.
“As I said, this will literally be familiar territory.” She looked at Arianna and me. “You remember that little Fallen experiment you broke up a couple of years ago when the Devils attacked that settlement?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I still have that Captain’s sword hanging on my wall.”
“Well, your reports got cross-referenced with reports coming out of the plague lands: we think the Kings might have had some of SIVA all along.”
Magnus sucked in a breath between his teeth. “No, not possible. They wouldn’t have been able to keep it quiet. You saw how fast it spread once it was out of containment.”
“Not actual SIVA mites, no,” said M. “But specs and enough tech to get the gist of it. We’re confident now that the Kings were trying to replicate their own kind of SIVA, and it’s possible that has something to do with how the Devils sniffed out its existence. There are too many parallels.”
“What does it matter?” asked Drake. “The Devils have it now. Why send us south?”
“Because a settlement we didn’t know existed has been sending out a distress call…and they mentioned Arianna and Morc-35 by name.”