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Once he was done setting the next log on the fire, Davis leaned back and said, "I figure it's some kind of stun effect."
"How so?" Lee said.
"The thing lands in between two groups of heavily armed men: it has to do something to even the odds. It hits us with a psychic blast, shorts out our brains so that we're easier prey."
"Didn't seem to do much to Lee," the lieutenant said.
"No brain!" Han shouted.
"Ha-fucking-ha," Lee said.
"Maybe there were too many of us," Davis said. "Maybe it miscalculated. Maybe Lee's a mutant and this is his special gift. Had the thing zigged instead of zagged, gone for us instead of the insurgents, I don't think any of us would be sitting here, regardless of our super powers."
"Speak for yourself," Lee said.
"For a theory," the lieutenant said, "it's not bad. But there's a sizable hole in it. You," he pointed at Davis, "saw the thing's coffin or whatever. Lee," a nod to him, "was privy to a bat's-eye view of the thing's approach to one of its hunts in-did we ever decide if it was Laos or Cambodia?"
"No sir," Lee said. "It looked an awful lot like some of the scenery from the first
Tomb Raider movie, which I'm pretty sure was filmed in Cambodia, but I'm not positive."
"You didn't see Angelina Jolie running around?" Davis said.
"If only," Lee said.
"So with Lee, we're in Southeast Asia," the lieutenant said, "with or without the lovely Ms. Jolie. From what Han's been able to tell me, he was standing on the moon or someplace very similar to it. I don't believe he could see the Earth from where he was, but I'm not enough of an astronomer to know what that means.
"As for myself, I had a confused glimpse of the thing tearing its way through the interior of an airplane-what I'm reasonably certain was a B-17, probably during the Second World War.
"You see what I mean? None of us witnessed the same scene-none of us witnessed the same time, which you would imagine we would have if we'd been subject to a deliberate attack. You would expect the thing to hit us all with the same image. It's more efficient."
"Maybe that isn't how this works," Davis said. "Suppose what it does is more like a cluster bomb, a host of memories it packs around a psychic charge? If each of us thinks he's someplace different from everybody else, doesn't that maximize confusion, create optimal conditions for an attack?"
The lieutenant frowned. Lee said, "What's your theory, sir?"
"I don't have one," the lieutenant said. "Regardless of its intent, the thing got in our heads."
"And stayed there," Lee said.
"Stuck," Han said, tapping his right temple.
"Yes," the lieutenant said. "Whatever their precise function, our exposure to the thing's memories appears to have established a link between us and it."
Davis said, "Which is what's going to bring it right here."