Chapter 14 – Goals

Magical healing was strange. Callum thoroughly appreciated it, considering how close he had been to death, but it felt almost too easy. It turned a serious mistake and crippling injury into an ephemeral dream, and voided the weight of what had happened. Callum was still taking it to heart, the discomfort at not being discomforted enough to make him restless.

“We have to finish the job,” he said, glancing at the clock in the room at Chester’s compound. Gayle and Taisen hadn’t left yet, but they were being entertained by Chester at the main house. “I know we said no more vigilante work, but if we let on that this is enough to stop me it’s going to have nasty consequences.”

“Only if you can do it safely,” Lucy said. “Can you?”

“There’s a reason we got another antimaterial rifle,” Callum said darkly, reaching through the gut-portal to check on the status of said weapon. A quick teleport loaded it, and he was ready to use it. “It’s not as good as my usual approach but with those thin walls? I can go right through.”

“Well, we’re staying here until you’re done just in case,” Lucy said. Callum nodded agreement. There was no need to put his vis anywhere near the building. His perceptions worked just fine to aim the rifle and shoot some fifty-caliber bane bullets through the walls. He didn’t have many of those, but they were absolutely lethal.

Unfortunately, some vampires had left while he was incapacitated, but not all of them. There were still four left, and a moment’s work with Lucy’s remote was all he needed to put a high-caliber bullet through each one. Then he switched to cheaper ammunition and hammered the hell out of the booby-trapped ward box. He didn’t trust that the box was the sole source of the issue though, so he swept his perceptions over the building to find any trace of enchantment and shot what he found.

The buildings hadn’t been warded against something like the rifle, which was fortunate, but he expected next time someone would think of that. He knew mages could make bulletproof shields, even if he imagined doing that for something the size of a building was prohibitive.

Once he was certain there were no more active enchantments, he reached in and teleported out the remains of the ward box. It appeared in front of him, full of holes and broken in several places from the impacts. Whatever part of it had held the booby trap enchantment was unrecognizable, at least to his eyes.

“You really did a number on that,” Lucy said, eyeing it warily.

“Yeah, I guess I might as well hand it off to Taisen before we go home. Maybe he’ll figure out something useful but I think I’m going to have to move past being a vigilante. Figure out some way to solve the whole thing.”

“Fixing the vampire problem’s a big ticket item,” Lucy said. “I dunno how to even start.” She sighed and bounced Alex a bit. “Has to be something that doesn’t wind up like this, though.”

“Yeah,” Callum said, standing up. He still felt odd that he didn’t feel bad. “Come on, let’s go deliver this and then go home.”

Despite his words, it was some time before they escaped back to their house, leaving the ruined ward box with Taisen – along with the location of the building. Ironically, Callum’s attack wasn’t even something he needed to worry about cleaning up. Bullet holes were perfectly explainable. But finally they returned and had time to actually relax.

“There’s a few things to deal with,” Callum said later, when Alex was napping and he and Lucy had grabbed some lunch. “One is the fae-vamp connection. We still don’t know enough about that and for all we know it was designed to draw my attention. That booby trap was certainly directed at me.”

“Yeah, and whoever set that up has got to go,” Lucy agreed, a shadow crossing her face as she reached out to grab his hand. “But we have to be more careful, right? It doesn’t matter who did it if you run across one again, only worse.”

“Absolutely.” Callum passed a hand over his face. “I think I may have to ask Taisen about that one. He’s probably looking at it anyway, but neither you nor I are really equipped to do real detective work.”

“Yeah.” Lucy wrinkled her nose. “My GAR tap is getting less and less useful.”

“We got more out of it than I figured,” Callum said. “Much as I wish everyone in GAR was stupid, they aren’t completely.”

“Eh. I don’t know I’d go that far,” Lucy said, wrinkling her nose. Callum snorted. Lucy’s opinion of her former employers seemed to have dropped over time.

“Either way, it’s not our specialty. So there’s that.” Callum waved it aside. “The other thing is the vampires themselves. Their access to Earth in the first place.”

“Thinking of going after the Night Lands portal somehow?” Lucy asked, taking a bite of her pickle-free sandwich.

“Yeah, but that’s hardly going to be enough, is it? There’s still teleport and portal links that would connect the Night Lands to Earth. I have to really sever ties, natural and artificial.” He tapped his fingers against the side of his glass tumbler, chewing it over. “Which means having to engage with all those Houses over on the other side of the portal, somehow.”

“Also what would happen if a bunch of vampires were stuck on Earth,” Lucy pointed out. “Assuming closing the portal even did anything for that.”

“Yeah, it might not have any immediate effect. And if it does, giving a lot of vamps absolutely nothing to lose could end badly.” He shook his head. “This has all kinds of strategic-level implications. If I can do it in the first place.”

“Not like you can exactly practice,” Lucy said.

“Not with existing ones,” Callum agreed. Lucy raised her eyebrows and took another bite of sandwich. “I know, I know,” he said to her unspoken comment. “I’m going to have to buckle down and do some real experimenting.”

Despite having a moon nexus, he hadn’t really been using it to its full effect. There wasn’t a great excuse for it, though he had some minor ones. The space drones lost their enchantment integrity far quicker than ones on Earth, even with the mana insulation that he’d put together. He had only vague thoughts on how to make a proper dimension-piercing portal, so even starting was difficult to get a grip on. But simply being difficult was not a reason.

“Since other activities are off the table anyway,” Lucy agreed. “I tell you what though, any experimenting ought to be done next to the teleporter. Which really ought to be closer to the war room, now that I think about it.”

“Yeah,” Callum agreed. “I’ll put in some work and make it into a proper panic room. I should have done that before, now that I think about it.” He rubbed at his eyes, thinking. “Until that’s finished, I’ll keep the experimentation for when we’re at Chester’s place, when we bring Alex over.” He grimaced. “It’s like the nexus doesn’t even matter, if things can get to me that way.”

“Just a few things,” Lucy disagreed. “It’s not even possible to stumble across the nexus by accident. Or use it to break through to us.”

“Heh. I’d like to see them try.” Callum nearly smirked. It was possible that someone might link one of the gun portals up to the cave-cache, but he cleaned up on the cache end even when it wasn’t quite as easy or possible on the other side. The anchors, on the other hand, were more or less permanent, and thus vulnerable to being compromised. He almost hoped someone did, just so they found themselves exposed to vacuum. After a moment of contemplating paying the booby trap that had caught him forward, he sobered.

“Unfortunately this project is going to have to be kept under wraps until we’re about ready to execute it. Not that I don’t trust Chester, but the rest of the Alliance is leakier than a sieve.” Anything that was meant for the Alliance’s information was as good as public. There’d been a number of attempts to compromise the proxy emails that Lucy was using, for all the good that would do anyone. Even if people tracked it down, it’d be a little server box in a random office in Estonia or the like.

They’d changed the location after each attempt that Lucy had logged, even if nobody had found the physical box. After running into the booby trap, though, he wasn’t sure about even leaving it up. They were reclusive, but not inaccessible, and that might need to change to be safe. Something that was at odds with regular visits to Chester’s compound, but he couldn’t think of any way to make an emergency link work without some kind of connection.

“Gotta get to it then,” Lucy said, picking up her plate to take it to the dishwasher. “Alex has a playdate this afternoon.”

Callum pursed his lips. Despite having been married to Lucy for almost two years, he still wasn’t quite used to her springing plans on him. It was quite different from his first wife, who had been very much a creature of habit. Lucy wasn’t committing him to anything terribly important, but it always felt jarring to have his time spoken for. They were still getting used to each other, and he was sure his disinterest in going out and doing things threw Lucy on occasion. Just one of the things people had to get used to when they were living together.

“Okay,” he said after a moment. “Let me go dig up my notes.” He also hadn’t adjusted to the fact that, at least for the moment, some of his research was relegated to when he was somewhere else, a place that people could get to in emergencies.

“That’s the spirit,” Lucy grinned. He teleported his plate and cup into the dishwasher and stood up, giving her a hug and a kiss before he went to his own office – though it was more just a corner screened off from the living room – to pull up the renderings and handwritten notes he’d made on the dimensional portals.

So far, he’d studied every portal save for the one that led to Faerie. That one was deep inside a Faerie enclave over in Germany and even with the stealth ball he wasn’t confident in getting too close to it. Especially after the booby trap. Five different dimensional portals was quite a lot to reference anyway, especially since they were all different.

Aside from the dragon portal, all the others seemed to have been created from the portal world side. The Night Lands had its own native spatial distortions, Mictlān had mana-energized obsidian and a weird non-Euclidean environment. The Deep Wilds had its portal inside one of the massive, physics-defying trees, where silvery amber had formed a perfect circle. The mechanism for Portal World Five wasn’t actually clear, but the tangled mess of mana was very clearly not something a person would make.

One major conclusion that he’d drawn was that the inefficiencies and idiosyncrasies mattered. There had to be something that made a portal connect to one place and not another, and while that thing was obvious for normal portals, it had to be intrinsic to the mana or vis structure for dimensional portals. It also made sense that the portals came to Earth from the other side; on Earth, magic needed to be spatial vis to make a portal, but in portal worlds other rules could apply.

Portal worlds were liminal realms. They weren’t full universes with consistent laws of physics. That was most obvious in the Night Lands, where the world simply stopped a hundred miles away from Weltentor, but the infinite cliff of the dragonlands or the unfathomable depths of Portal World Five didn’t make any real sense. When he’d put a drone high into the air in the Deep Wilds, he hadn’t found a normal atmosphere. Instead the sun had blurred into a cloud layer and another layer of greenery became visible above, as if the entire thing was some inside-out hollow Earth.

The dragonlands portal was really the only evidence it was possible to punch through to a portal world from Earth. At least, so Callum assumed. Even Shahey didn’t know which side it had been formed on, and of course Callum couldn’t ask Duvall, who was the only one likely to know. It was just something he’d have to experiment with.

Callum made sure everything was copied over to his laptop, then slid it into his back along with his notebooks before slinging it over his shoulder. It wasn’t like it would have been an issue if he’d forgotten something. He only needed a thought to move between home and Chester’s compound, but he still had a lot of habits from before a time where he was a thought away from a dozen places at once.

“Alright, Lucy,” he called, and carried Alex over to stand next to him. He reached through to nexus to the anchor parked at Chester’s compound and opened a portal.

The so-called playdate was really an excuse for a bunch of Chester’s pack to get together and chat. In a way it was a bit like daycare, but everyone was involved. The shifters acted more like a big extended family than any kind of hierarchy. Even though Callum wasn’t like Lucy – on friendly terms with everyone – the general atmosphere was far more relaxed. It was how he reminded himself how to talk with people normally.

They walked into the nursery building and he spent a few minutes greeting the other parents, though it was really Lucy who did most of the networking. He even spotted Clara there, looking after a younger cousin, and spent a little bit of time talking with the girl and the other Winut residents who were there. Apparently she even had a boyfriend, though he hadn’t come along, which seemed weird to him but time passed for everyone, and people lived their own lives.

Once he’d gotten more settled, he staked out a corner table and set up his laptop and notebooks, then located one of the space drones sitting in the basement back at the bunker. He sneaked a vis thread through the mana containment, a hole that he’d specifically added into the design, and teleported the drone out to the moon. A quick Alcubierre jaunt upward left it hanging a few hundred miles above the surface of the moon, which was close enough to deep space for experimentation.

He made very small test portals inside the bubble of the mana confinement, mostly not getting anywhere. Which was fine, he hadn’t been expecting much for his first tests. The fact that his portal structures didn’t so much as stir the space inside them was not very hopeful, but he had dozens of configurations to test. Not to mention brute force and the process of just cramming as much spatial vis into an area as possible.

It actually took over a month of testing, on and off between actually living life, before he got the first tiny blip of a possible response. His portal construct was insanely complex, with lots of extra loops in a manner reminiscent of the dragonlands portal, requiring him to make a few sets of foci just to hold the pieces in place. Crafting the foci was a huge time sink, but a necessary one if he was going to get anywhere.

Even with the extra training he’d been undergoing, he didn’t have the skill to hold such a complex construct in place. It wasn’t so much the number of threads as how precisely he had to hold their relative orientations and movements. There was no way to abstract things like he could with teleportation or the Alcubierre or gravity box.

One of the things that slowed down the process was that he had to document every single attempt. That meant building a wireframe render of the threads and tubes every single time, often with vector annotations. Even with the macros and other tools Lucy had made to help him put together the renderings more quickly, it was a tedious process.

“Yeah, welcome to engineering,” Lucy said with a laugh when he complained. “Nothing’s simple, most of the time you’re just guessing at most of what you’re doing, and if you don’t write anything down you’re just going to be useless. Have to know what works and what doesn’t.”

“At least it’s not as bad as it could be, thanks to your programs,” Callum said, trying to imagine how someone in a prior age might have possibly recorded the portal structure. Normal portals were a simple torus, and the threads more or less wanted to stay in position. The dimensional portals were still a torus from the broadest scale view, but they had a bunch of nested, braided substructures that put an enormous amount of strain on the system, which was why he couldn’t just tweak and fiddle to his heart’s content. Especially since drastic changes would require making entirely new foci, which was yet another time and money sink. Not only did holding all that stuff at once drain his vis, but since the actual setup was not entirely stable, it was easy to accidentally collapse when making adjustments.

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“You know, if you’re recording all this stuff, we might be able to use it,” Lucy mused.

“How do you mean?” Callum poked at the render he was working on, tweaking the fine angles and distances to make sure it was completely accurate.

“Well, we can get one of those machine analysis or learning programs,” she suggested. “I don’t know what works, you don’t know what works, but we let a mathematical modeling program crunch down a bunch of models and we might get some insight on what the bits do. Once you have a working model, anyway. Heck, even having working and not-working to compare would be good.”

“Would that even work?” Callum raised his eyebrows at her. That kind of thing was well out of his wheelhouse. “I mean, it does seem to follow rules of structure, but it’s still magic.”

“Eh, analysis software shouldn’t care. Of course we can’t rely on it, but if we’re careful about the inputs we give it, we might get something useful out. I mean, you’re already doing most of the work with the renders so we might as well.”

“Sure, anything that might help” Callum agreed. Even the tiniest bit of extra insight would be useful.

“Awesome, I’ve always wanted an excuse to mess around with that stuff,” Lucy said, and went to get her own laptop.

He continued experimenting over the following days, poking around blindly, and when success came he almost missed it. The change was only slightly noticeable; a shifting of the spatial fabric inside the ring of the prospective portal. For a moment he thought he was imagining it, until he pushed more vis into the construct and the shift grew more pronounced, like a fabric wrinkling. Except it was kind of in reverse, becoming more wrinkled with tension rather than smoothing out.

“Ha!” Callum pumped his fist, attracting Lucy’s attention. And Alex’s too, since he suddenly started toddling over. Lucy followed behind, but let Alex make his own way as she raised her eyebrows at him.

“Had a breakthrough, dear?”