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and money to venture this mission。 Mr Kaleil… since we've come this far； I'd like to do what little I can。'
'Like what； doctor？'
'Obtain some samples； inspect the phorydnum workings； study the mineralogy ledgers？'
'I don't know… Cinchare Minehead's meant to be closed up now。 Officially。'
'Would it really be too much to ask？ I'm sure the Lord Director of Imperial Allied would be pleased if you co…operated with me。
Pleased enough to proffer a bonus if I made a report to him。'
Kaleil frowned。 'Uh huh。 What are we talking about？'
'A day to overview the ledgers and the mineralogy database； perhaps another day to examine the sample archives from the quarries。
And… well； how long would it take to arrange a visit to the phorydnum face？ The latest one？'
'I call my staff in； maybe two days round trip。'
'So… excellent！ Four days total and we'll be gone。'
'I dunno…'said Bandelbi。
'Don't you want me hanging around for a few days？' asked Medea； reading Bandelbi's body language as acutely as any trained
inquisitor； and revealing as much latent acting ability as Aemos。
'I shouldn't allow it；' said Kaleil。 'This place is off limits now。 Company orders。 You didn't ought to stay here。'
'You stay here；' I pointed out。
'I get danger money；' he said。
'And you could get more；' said Aemos。 'I promise you； I'll speak highly of your co…operation to the Lord Director of Imperial Allied…
and my old friends at the Adeptus。 They would reward well anyone assisting a servant of the archduke。'
'Get me an ale；' Kaleil told Bandelbi。 He looked at us； rolling his chin。 'I'll talk to my staff； see what they think。'
'Good； good；' said Aemos。 'I do hope we can reach an arrangement。 In the meantime； we'll need quarters。 Are there spare beds here？'
'Cinchare's been fulla empty beds since the workforce moved out；' Bandelbi told Medea through a nasty smile。
'Find them a hab；' Kaleil told the miner。 'I'll get on to the crew。'
'SOMETHING'S NOT RIGHT；' I said； pulling off my mask and tossing it onto the floor。
'These cots are really rather cosy；' Aemos replied； adjusting the tension of his exo…frame and reclining on the mattress。
We were in a dry； stuffy rec…room above the miners' welfare。 The artificial lamplight from the plaza outside slanted in through sagging
blinds。 Bandelbi had provided three metal cots with subsiding mattresses and sleeping bags that smelled like they had been used to
sieve motor fuel and cabbage。
'You always worry；' Medea said； uninhibitedly shrugging off her flight suit and kicking it into a corner。 She was clad in nothing but
her vest and briefs； and her shoulder holster； which she was now unclasping。
Aemos rolled over and looked the other way。
'It's my job to worry。 And stop getting undressed。 We're not finished。'
Medea looked at me； and rebuckled her gun rig with a dark frown。
'Okay； my lord and master… what？ What's not right？'
'I can't quite put my finger on it…' I began。
Medea tutted and flopped down on her cot。
'Yes； you can； Gregor；' Aemos said。
'Maybe I can。'
'Try。'
'This stuff about the Gravs。 Even if the corporations were suckered； it's not like the Adeptus Mechanicus to fail in a prediction。 Any
cosmologist would know if Cinchare was entering a gravitation wilderness that would be harmful to humans。 They'd know it years in
advance。 Emperor protect me； stellar objects move far slower and more predictably than human minds！'
'A good point；' said Aemos。
'And one that you'd already thought of； I'm sure；' I said。
'Yes；' he confirmed。 'Kaleil is clearly lying about something。'
'And you don't think anything's wrong？'
'Of course I do；' Aemos muttered。 'But I'm tired。'
'Get up；' I told him brusquely。
He sat up。
'At least we know Bure's still here；' I said。
'This is the guy we came to find？' Medea asked。
I nodded。 'Magos Bure。'
'So how do you two know him？ A tech…priest magos？'
'Old story； my dear；' said Aemos。
'I've got time。'
'He was a loyal ally of my master； Inquisitor Hapshant； Aemos's old boss；' I said； cutting to the chase before Aemos could get going。
'A blast from the past； huh？' she grinned。
'Something like that。'
'Still； it's a lo…o…ong way to come just to catch up with an old friend；' she added。
'Enough； Medea！' I said。 'You don't need to know the particulars yet。 Maybe better for you if you don't。'
She blew a raspberry at me and began to pull her flight suit back on。
'You tried to reach the Essene recently？' I asked。
'My vox hasn't got the range；' she sulked back； fiddling with the zipper。 'Gravity distortions are too much。 We expected that。 I could go
back to the cutter and use the main 'caster。'
'I need you here。 We need to scare up some answers fast。 I want you to sneak Aemos down to the Administratum archive； and see if
you can coax anything out of the data banks； if they're still functioning。'
'While you…'
'I'm going to the annex of the Adeptus Mechanicus。 Meet back here in three hours。 We're looking for any clues； but particularly any
traces of Bure's whereabouts。'
Aemos nodded。 'What if we're challenged？'
'You couldn't sleep； you went for a walk； and you got lost。'
'And if they don't believe me？'
'That's why Medea's going with you；' I said。
THE ANNEX OF the tech…priesthood lay in the western sector of Cinchare Mine…head's jumbled maze of pressurised habs and processing
sheds； about two kilometres from the plaza。 At first； I hadn't known where I was going； but the tunnels and transit ways were marked
with numbered signs and symbol…coded notices； and after a while I found a large； etched…metal directory map screwed to a pillar
beside a bank of dusty public drinking fountains。
A twist of the faucet on one of the fountains produced nothing but a dry rasp。
Approaching the annex； the whitewashed tunnel walls were overpainted with dark red stripes； and there were numerous caution signs
and warnings that demanded correct papers and identities on pain of death。
Still； the whole place was bare and empty； and thick with dust and litter。
At the end of the red…striped access tunnel； the vast adamantite blast…gates to the annex stood open。 There was an eerie silence。
The annex was a colossal tower of hewn rock dressed in red steel； filling a side chimney of the crater that housed Cinchare's
minehead。 A sealed glass dome covered the paved yard between the blast…gates and the annex； and the building itself rose up beyond
the glass to the top of the crater rim。 High above； I could see the blue rock and the starlit void beyond。 Meteors streaked overhead。
The doorway of the annex was a giant portal taller than three men； framed by thick dork columns of black lucullite。 Above it leered
the graven image of the Machine God； its eyes clearly carved in such a way that they would flare ominously with gas bum…offs piped
up from the mines。 They were cold and dead now。
And the burnished metal doors of the portal were open。
I stepped inside。 Fine sand covered the floor of the grand prothyron。 Dust motes glittered in the bars of light spearing into the high
hallway through deadlights up near the ribbed roof。 Both walls were entirely panelled with banks of codifiers and matriculators； all
dormant and powered down。 Crescents of dust bearded every single switch and dial。
I knew at once this was a bad sign。 The tech…priests treasured machines more than anything else。 If they had evacuated as Kaleil
described； there was no way they would have left such a wealth of technology here… especially as each unit was clearly designed to
slot out of its alcove in the black marble walls。
The chamber beyond the prothyron was a veritable chapel； a cathedral dedicated to the God…Machine； the uber…Titan； the master of
Mars。 The floor was creamy travertine slabs； so tightly laid not even a sheet of paper could be slipped between the stones。 The chapel
itself was triapsidal with walls of smooth； cold lucullite and a roof thirty metres above my head。 There was yet more precious
technology arranged in six concentric circles of intricate brass workstations around a central plinth。 All of it was dead and unpowered。
I crossed the chamber towards the plinth； painfully aware of how loud my footsteps rang back from the emptiness。 Chilly starlight
shone down through an opaion in the