Freedom TM

commandos in full tactical gear. Some of them carried beanbag guns and Tasers. Clearly, they hadn’t expected Sebeck’s Armor of the Warrior—the gift of a faction supporting Sebeck’s quest.
    He eyed them through his mirrored faceplate. “I could say I don’t want to hurt you guys, but I’d be lying.…”
    He turned and jumped up into the back of the van, past the severed head of the young woman in the box. The soldiers pursued him. Sebeck grabbed the ghoulish PangSoi and drew his electronic pistol. “She was practically a child, you sick …” He fired a short burst into the man’s chest and watched him fall.
    Price.
    Sebeck suddenly saw Price being dragged in through the barn doorway—a gun held to his head.
    “Detective Sebeck! We’ll kill him if you don’t put the gun down and come out peacefully!” The man had a vaguely Asian accent, but like the others his face was covered.
    Sebeck kicked both of the panel van doors open to get a clear view of the situation.
    Price looked very muddy and very irritated.
    “Laney, they’re hired guns here to capture us. They’re not gonna kill us. We’re both too important to them.”
    “Oh for chrissake, Sergeant …”
    “They somehow figured out a way to hack into my quest Thread. No, there’s something big going down.” Sebeck noticed a row of several plastic ten-gallon jugs of gasoline in the cargo bay. “I guess with gasoline so expensive and hard to find, you guys planned ahead. Smart.”
    The man with the gun pressed it into Price’s temple. “Don’t do anything you can’t undo, Sergeant!”
    Sebeck grabbed a magnesium flare from his suit belt. “You gonna tell your commander you killed an irreplaceable prisoner because I fucked with your van?” He sparked the flare. “I don’t think so.”
    He dropped the flare onto the gasoline jugs and jumped from the van as everyone ran for their lives.
    Sebeck was clear of the barn doors by the time the gasoline flared up and filled the entire barn with a rolling fireball that lit up the night, destroying the van and all the hellish things in it.
    The moment he came out of the barn he was faced by several dozen commandos charging at him from several directions simultaneously, trying to knock him down. He emptied his pistol at them, wounding several, but he got struck from the side and slammed into the mud. Someone stepped on his weapon hand, pinning it to the ground, and then two men aimed fire-extinguisher-like devices at him, spraying thick white foam all over his legs and arms.
    One of them shouted, “Why didn’t you use the foam to begin with, asshole?”
    “It’s impossible to clean up!”
    The white gooey material quickly turned rock hard—trapping Sebeck in place. Then they knelt around him and twisted to pull his helmet off.
    “You bastards, I’m going to—”
    Something struck him on the back of the head, and he blacked out.

Chapter 32: // The Burning Man
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    Jon Ross stared with a deep sense of dread at the two messages that had just now popped up in his HUD listing:
    Chunky Monkey—logged off 08:39:36
    Unnamed_1—logged off 08:40:33
    Ross had added Sebeck and Price into his friends list so he was alerted to changes in their network statuses. He’d been checking the progress of their call-outs across the county every few minutes. They’d gotten through enemy lines, but their call-outs disappeared a mile or so later.
    He let out a deep breath and held his head in his hands, unable to conceive of a scenario where this wasn’t bad news.
    It was mid-morning and the situation in Greeley had become dire. The sun was up now, and it was another burning-hot day. Almost all the outlying farms had been burned to the ground; columns of black smoke striped the horizon. Likewise, the homes on the edge of town were being razed.
    Ross knew that darknet video of this event would get out to the Web sooner or later. He wondered what people in the outside world were going to make of it. But then it occurred to him that he’d