The Aeolian Master - Book One - Revival HTML version

They rested for a few minutes in silence. For a moment the young woman became lost in thought while
secretly hoping things would go well that night. She strained to see further down the tunnel. "I hope he's here,"
she said as she felt the confines of the tunnel crowding in upon her. She pulled her coat tight around her upper
torso to block out the cold air. "I don't like the idea of being out after curfew in a dark, smelly tunnel for
nothing." She was a small woman all dressed in black—matching the shadows of the night.
The man was also small in stature being merely five feet eight inches tall, but his sister knew that what he
lacked for in height he made up for in his expertise in martial arts and small arms—most suitable qualities when
being part of a revolution.
Again they started forward and continued to hurry.
"We should have made contact with him by now. What if he didn't come?" she asked in a quiet voice.
"I'm sure he's just ahead," he replied adamantly, chewing on the end of his cigar. "If he isn't, the next time I
see him I'm going to kick his ass. Besides he wants this revolution as much as we do. After the way they killed
his brother, I can't blame him."
"But he might have run into unexpected trouble." She paused, "Maybe one of those vicious toral."
"Not a chance. He knows the country out there like a mama knows her baby's cry."
The young woman peered hesitantly down the tunnel. She was ten years younger than her brother, but it
wasn’t her age, or her lack of experience and her lack of training in weaponry that was starting to make her feel
uneasy. And it wasn’t because they were walking down a black, gloomy, smelly underground tunnel. She
wasn’t sure if she believed in intuition, but right then she was having a hellacious, nagging feeling that things
weren’t right.
Obviously her apprehension was starting to have an affect on her brother, causing him to have doubts, too.
He said, "We'll go to the ladder of the last manhole, and if he's not there, we'll wait a while to see if he shows,
and if not, then we’ll go home. Okay?"
They continued into the darkness, shining the light ahead to keep from tripping over pieces of cement, which
had fallen from the walls onto the walkway.
After another ten minutes the man said, "We nearing the end. This particular tunnel extends two miles from
the terminal, and then dead ends into a cave-in, and the ladder is just before the end, which means we won’t be
going much further."
It was her first time in this tunnel. But she had studied the layout before they left, and she had seen the cave-
in. She had also seen a diagram of the small access tunnels located on the other side of the tracks, which led
away at right angles from the main tunnel and finally joined the workman's tunnel, which ran parallel to the
During the days of their operation, a little more than two hundred and fifty years ago, the mains were used
for transporting products from the outlying farms. When Ar became a member of the Galactic Federation it
became cheaper to import food products, along with other commodities, from other planets. Over a period of
time most of the farms and tunnels became abandoned. Only a few still remained in use for the dairy farms.
More recently, the unused mains, as well as the access and workman's tunnels, were being put to use by the
revolutionaries. Arms, ammunition, and other supplies were being smuggled into the city.
For the sake of the people, and especially the children and the babies, it was the young woman’s hope that
the revolution would start soon, bringing an end to the horrible living conditions.
They walked for several more minutes when suddenly a light from ahead flashed three shorts and a long.
"There he is—that damn son-of-a-bitch," exclaimed her brother with a hardy laugh. "I knew he'd be here."
He flashed his handbeam, two longs and one short. Then they stepped up their pace and hurried to meet their
"Everette, is that you?" asked the small man.
Everette stepped out of the shadows and into the light shining from the handbeams. He was a giant of a man,
even big for a mountain man at nearly seven feet tall with broad shoulders and a big round face. His little eyes,
compared to his large face, peered from behind a long, bulbous nose, and his frown, which puzzled the man and
the young woman, was formed by a wide mouth and thick lips. He had a power pack strapped to his back,
which was connected to a long barreled phasor hanging from his right shoulder. "Hello, Sam." It was apparent
Everette wasn't happy.
They shook hands in a formal Arian grip.
"This is my sister, Viella," said Sam.