Free Clean Sweep by Ilona Andrews Page B

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    "We were always here. We're a genetic mutation, an abnormality. Where does your broom come from?"
    Aha. "Tell me this image doesn't call to you, Sean."
    He looked at the moon again.
    The image melted, replaced by a lean woman with fiery eyes. Her hair spilled over her back in a long reddish mane, held back by gold hair clasps. Delicate metal lace sheathed her shoulders. A narrow gold chain ran under her uncovered breasts. Music came, quiet, haunting, and she began to sway, her long, diaphanous dark skirt flaring as she turned. She sang in a dead language and Sean listened to it as if he understood every word.
    The woman finished her song. The file said it was a lullaby. I wondered if Sean had heard it in childhood.
    "Okay," he said finally. "Hit me with it."
    "You won't like it."
    "Why don't you let me decide that?"
    He did ask. I would remind him of that if he freaked out.
    "There is a star system with two habitable planets, Auul and Mraar." The image changed, pulling the image of the two planets out of the file. "It's not clear if Auul was habitable at the start or terraformed. Everyone agrees that civilization began on Mraar. If you ask the Sun Horde, a splinter group occupied Auul and declared independence. If you ask your people, they were exiled to Auul and abandoned. We don't know what the truth is, and we never will. Everyone does agree that after the civilizations had existed independently for almost a thousand years, the Raoo of Mraar invaded Auul."
    I sat in the chair. I was tired of standing.
    "How do you know this?" Sean asked.
    "I'm an innkeeper."
    "That explains nothing, but okay. What happened with invasion?"
    "The Raoo got their butts kicked. It's difficult to occupy a planet."
    "Makes sense in theory. Getting enough troops to the surface would be a challenge."
    He was taking all this rather well. He probably thought I was crazy and had decided to stay calm in case I started putting tinfoil on my head.
    "The war dragged on for years, really more a cycle of invasions and hasty retreats, until the Raoo acquired a gate. Whether someone sold them the technology or they stumbled on it, we don't know. Most likely they bought it somehow."
    "What's a gate?"
    "It's an Einstein-Rosen bridge. A miniature traversable wormhole, which permits nearly instantaneous travel from one part of the universe to another. There are naturally occurring wormholes, but the Raoo built a synthetic one. It took a huge amount of energy to keep it running, and it could only be active for a short time or it would destabilize the planet. In the fourteen days it was open, the Raoo dumped millions of their troops on Auul. Mraar was overcrowded and Auul had always been sparsely populated. Your people were losing. With two-thirds of the planet occupied, they resorted to drastic measures and engineered werewolfism. They proceeded to administer it to every citizen, raised a new generation of superfighters, and the tide of war began to turn."
    "Back up." Sean held his hand out. "What do you mean engineered?"
    "They created an ossai , an artificial microscopic programmable virus. They loaded it with a program and used it to rewrite the genetic code of living organisms. Once it was administered, the ossai made the current generation stronger and faster and reshaped their offspring into werewolves. When you change shape it must hurt, but it doesn't hurt as much as it should. That's because when you change, the ossai in your body releases a painkiller."
    "I've been in the military," Sean said. "I've had a lot of blood tests."
    "The ossai is tiny. It also self-destructs when removed from the body. Cursory tests wouldn't detect it, so unless someone sequences your genetic code, you will pass for a native."
    He grimaced. "Never mind. What happened with the invasion?"
    "It took the Raoo almost a century, but eventually they reverse engineered the ossai and made their own version, bigger, better, badder --the werecats, also known as the Sun Horde. Your