So I repeated the whole series of tests another dozen times, but now with the lights tweaked to a different color each time. This left me with a three-dimensional graph-now I was nine times as certain that I didn"t trust the results. There was a funny anomaly at the low end of the spectrum. I knew it meant something, but I was more confused than ever.
I was still sitting in front of the terminal, leaning back in my chair, arms folded across my chest, staring at the screen and waiting for inspiration to strike me, when Ted bounced in. "Okay, Jimmy boy! Pack your comic books! It"s time to go."
I didn"t even look up. "Later. Not now-"
He grabbed my chair from behind and pulled me back away from the terminal. "Come on-Obie wants to see us."
"About what?"
"Huh? Have you forgotten? Denver, remember? It"s a large city in Colorado ... next to a mountain?"
"Oh, yeah." I said, "I can"t go."
"Huh?"
"I"m not done." I leaned over to the terminal and touched a b.u.t.ton. The screen started cycling through the pages of my report and over a hundred different three-dimensional graphs. There were cross sections too. I pointed. "Look at that activity curve, Ted! It doesn"t make sense. These things look like they should be nocturnal-but their behavior pattern with light and temperature variations says they"re not. And look at the way it spikes on the spectrum tests-what does that mean?"
Ted pulled me to my feet. "What it means is congratulations!" He pumped my hand heartily. "You"ve just won a free trip to Denver!"
"-But the job is incomplete!"
"It"s good enough! You don"t have to interpret it! They have real brains in Denver. They"ll take one look at what you"ve done and have the answer for you in no time. You"ll probably get a nice footnote in somebody"s report." He placed one hand in the middle of my back and shoved. "Now, move! The chopper"s already on its way-yes, it"s a day early; Larry"s bringing packing crates-is your data disked? Here, take it. Let"s go!" We were out the door and on our way before I even had a chance to punch him.
We tumbled into Dr. Obama"s office like a small stampede. We were both out of breath and flushed. Dr. Obama barely glanced up as Ted snapped a precision salute. I realized what he had done and hastily followed suit, only not as precise.
Dr. Obama almost smiled. She said, "I see you"ve heard." She handed across two envelopes. "Well, we might as well make it official-here are your orders."
We read them together. I finished first and looked up. "Thank you, ma"am." And then I added, "I think-?"
She nodded. "You"re right. I"m not doing you a favor. Denver isn"t going to be any more pleasant, but you"ll find that out for yourselves. You"ll both want to be real careful."
"Ma"am?" I asked.
"I mean, don"t screw it up-you"re going to be playing in a much bigger game. There are worse things than being eaten." She looked unhappy. She said, "I suppose I should wish you luck and tell you I"m proud of you. But I won"t. I"m not proud of you, and you"re going to need a lot more than luck. Let"s have no illusions. I didn"t want you up here, either of you, and I"m going to be glad to have you out. This is no place for untrained replacements. But I"ll give you this much. You did your jobs-and you were appreciated. You"re both intelligent. Wherever you end up, you should do fine"-she looked at Ted, she looked at me-"each in your own inimitable style." She glanced at her watch. "The chopper"s already on its way. You have less than an hour. Pack your specimens and be in front of the mess hall at twelve-thirty. Duke is driving you to the helipad. There are metal cages for the bugs and an insulated box for the eggs right outside. Try not to get sent back."
"Yes, ma"am. Thank you." I started to rise.
"Don"t be so quick-there"s one more thing. Jackson, would you excuse us a moment? Wait outside. And, ah-this time, would you please not eavesdrop?"
"Huh? Who, me?" Ted looked puzzled as he stood. "I don"t know what you"re talking about, ma"am."
"Yes, I"m sure you don"t," Dr. Obama said quietly as the door closed after him. She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a small flat lockbox the size of a paperback book. "I have a ... personal favor." She lowered her voice, "There"s a Lieutenant Colonel Ira Wallachstein attached to Project Jefferson. Would you please deliver this to him?"
"Certainly, ma"am-"
"I want you to personally place it in his hands."
"Yes, ma"am."
"If for any reason that"s not possible, take this out to an open field and punch the date into the lock. Then walk away quickly. Thirty seconds later, it"ll self-destruct. Any questions?"
"No, ma"am."
"Repeat it back to me."
I did so and she nodded in satisfaction. "Good," she said. "Thank you. That"ll be all."
The helipad was a kilometer down the mountain. It took five minutes to drive there. Duke was tight-lipped all the way. What was it about the Special Forces anyway that they didn"t-let you in unless you were terminally nasty?
Ted was stretched across the back. I was sitting in the front, half-turned toward Duke. "Uh-Duke?"
"Don"t talk." He said it very flatly.
I shut up. And wondered what was eating him now. Abruptly, Duke said, "Listen, both of you-you"ve both taken the oath and you"re both ent.i.tled to wear the Special Forces insignia. I would prefer that you didn"t."
"Sir?"
Did Duke look annoyed? The expression flashed so quickly, I wasn"t sure. He said, "What you need to know is this: if you wear your insignia, you will attract the attention of people who will ask you questions that you are not prepared to answer. That could be very embarra.s.sing for you. Or worse. Got that?"
I started to say, "I don"t understand-" but Ted poked me in the ribs. Hard. "We got it," he said.
I looked at him. He looked back at me. I remembered what we had talked about the day before. "Oh," I said.
We pulled up at the helipad then-actually just a large clear s.p.a.ce next to the road, bulldozed flat and surrounded by automatic lights and plastic markers. The chopper was nowhere in sight yet. Duke glanced at his watch. "Looks like we"re a little early."
"Or they"re a little late." That was Ted. He hopped out of the jeep and walked off a way to admire the view.
"Duke," I said. "I want to thank you."
He looked at me skeptically. "For what?"
"For lying to me."
"Eh?"
"I went and reread my contract. I"m "scientific personnel attached to the military, specifically exempt from military duties and functions." I"m not in the army at all."
"I never said you were. I didn"t lie to you, McCarthy. You told me your contract requires you to obey your immediate superiors and I agreed with you." He grinned. "I just didn"t tell you that neither Dr. Obama nor myself are in that chain of command. Except by courtesy. Legally, you"re an independent agent."
"Um," I said. "Well, thank you for fooling me."
"I didn"t fool you. You fooled yourself. What I said was this: "If the mission is military, every man is a soldier." That has nothing at all to do with your contract. You could have stood your ground as a "scientist," and there wouldn"t have been a thing I could have done about it-except, you would have never seen a worm. That"s all. Either way, you still get sent to Denver-but this way, I"ll shake your hand and mean it." He held out his hand.
His grip was firm. I looked at him and his eyes were bright. Almost smiling? No, it must have been a trick of the sun. I looked away, embarra.s.sed.
The chopper appeared in the distance then and Duke sat up in his seat to see it better. "By the way," I asked, "if neither you nor Dr. Obama has the authority to give me orders, who does?"
Still peering into the distance, he said, "That"s in your contract too.
"No, it isn"t," I said. "There"s not a word about where I fit into the chain of command."
He looked at me then and grinned. "That"s what I meant. You"re your own man-all civilian attached personnel are. But we try to keep you from finding out, else you"re hard to put up with. I can"t give you orders, only recommendations. Same for Dr. Obama and every other officer. Take a look at your papers on the way up. You"re carrying pinks, not yellows; you"re a free agent, responsible only to the team or task you"re a.s.signed. But, ah, don"t get c.o.c.ky. You still have to earn the right to talk to a Special Forces man."
We could hear the chopper now, a distant blurring in the air.
Duke was already getting out of the jeep. "Come on, I"ll help you with your gear."
By the time we had unloaded the last of it, the chopper was already overhead, engines screaming and stirring up clouds of choking dust with their downdraft. It was one of the new Huey Valkyrie 111"s; with jet-a.s.sisted flight, its range was more than two thousand miles-at least, that"s all the army would admit. Privately, it was said to be a lot more. The landing gear flexed and gave as the copter settled its weight to the ground, but its rotors continued to strop the air. The thundrous roar of the jets muted temporarily to an impatient whine. We picked up our bags and ran for it.
Ted was up the ladder first. I b.u.mped into him as he did a sudden stop in the door. The pilot was an impeccable-looking redhead in jumpsuit and major"s insignia, Army Air Corps. I wondered if she was friendly. She looked through us as we climbed aboard with the specimen cases. "Secure those boxes in the back, then get out. I"m in a hurry." No, she wasn"t.
"Uh-" I said, "-we"re coming with."
"Forget it-I don"t carry pa.s.sengers." She booted my duffel casually out the door.
"Hey!" I yelped, but she was already turning to Ted.
He was unb.u.t.toning his pocket. He handed her our orders. She didn"t even bother to look, just snapped, "I said, "Forget it." " Ted and I exchanged a glance Duke called up, "What"s the matter? What"s going on?" and I shouted back, "No problem. We"re just going to have to find some other transportation, that"s all. Come on, Ted-I"ll get the eggs, you unstrap the cages."
"Hold it, Charlie!" she barked.
"Just hold it yourself!" I barked right back. "We have a job to do too!" It worked. She stopped-but only for a moment. "You"d better read our orders," I said, very calmly.
She took them from Ted and scanned them quickly. "Pinks!" she snorted, handing them to me. "Doesn"t mean a thing. Those are just advisories."
"Right," I said. I kept my voice innocent as I carefully refolded and pocketed our papers. "We"re advised to deliver these specimens. And you"re advised to take us."
"Uh uh." She shook her head. "n.o.body told me about it. I"m only taking those." She pointed at the cages.
"No way." I cleared my throat and prayed that my voice wouldn"t crack. "If we don"t go, they don"t go. Duke, hand me that duffel?"
She looked at me, then really looked. I glared right back. She had very bright blue eyes-and a very dark expression. She flicked her glance briefly over Ted, then back to me again. I was already stowing my bag. She said a word, a not-very-ladylike word, then, "The h.e.l.l with it-I don"t care! Fight it out with Denver. How much do you turkeys weigh?"
"Seventy-three kilos," grunted Ted. He didn"t look happy. "Sixty-four," I said.
"Right." She jerked her thumb at me. "You sit on the left." To Ted: "Secure that box on the other side. Both of them. Then belt up." She didn"t even wait to see; she pulled the door shut behind us with a slam, secured it and climbed forward again. She checked to see that Duke was clear-I just had time to wave; he nodded back-and punched us up into the air.
The mountain dropped quickly, then angled off and slid sideways as we described a sharp sweeping turn. The acceleration pressed me against the wall of the cabin. We had hardly leveled off-I had to trust my eyes for that; my stomach was no longer speaking to me-when the jets cut in and a second press of acceleration forced me deep into my seat. The cabin tilted steeply and my ears popped as we climbed for height.
There was nothing to see out the window except clouds; the stubby wing of the copter blocked my view of the ground and the bulge of the jet engine was not enough to hold my interest. The scenery in the distance, what little of it I could see, was too far away to be impressive.
I realized the pilot was speaking to us: "-be in the air a couple hours. If you"re hungry, there"s a ration box plugged into the wall. Don"t eat all the chocolate ice cream."
Ted was already rooting around in it. He came up with a couple of sandwiches and a container of milk. Grinning hungrily, he went forward and plopped into the copilot"s seat.
The redhead eyed him. "You got a certificate?"
"Well, no-but I am licensed." He gave her what he probably hoped was a friendly smile; it came out as a leer.
"Jeezus! What is it with you guys? Go sit in the back with the rest of the pa.s.sengers."
"Hey, I"m only trying to be friendly."
"That"s what stewardesses are for. Next time, take a commercial flight."
"And, uh-I wanted to see how this thing flew," he added lamely.
She did something to the control panel, set a switch and locked it in place. "Okay," she shrugged. "Look all you want. Just don"t touch." Then she unstrapped herself and came aft. The tag on her jumpsuit said L. TIRELLI.
"What"s in the boxes?" she asked. She nudged the insulated one with her foot.
"Eggs," I grunted. "And in here?"
"Bugs," I said. "Big ones."
She looked disgusted. "Right. Bugs and eggs. For that they cancel my leave. Oh, yeah. I always get the good ones." Still muttering, she turned her attention to the ration box. "d.a.m.n! Clot-head took all the chicken." She pawed through the remaining sandwiches sourly.
"Uh-I"m sorry," I offered.
"Forget it. Everybody"s an a.s.shole. Here, have a sandwich." She picked one at random and tossed it at me before I could say no. She took another one for herself and dropped into the seat opposite. "What"s so special about your bugs and eggs?"
"Uh-I don"t know if I"m allowed to-" I looked to Ted. "Are we top secret?"
"What"ve you got-more Chtorrans?" To my startled look she said, "Don"t worry about it. It"s no secret. I carried a live one into Denver a month ago."
"A live Chtorran?"
"Uh huh. Just a small one. They found it in Nevada, dehydrated and weak. I don"t know how they caught it. I guess it was too sick to fight back. Poor little thing, I felt sorry for it. They didn"t expect it to live, but I haven"t heard if it died."
Ted and I looked at each other. "Some scientists we are," I said. "They don"t tell us anything."
"Well, there goes our big claim to fame," he added. "We thought we had the only live specimens around."
"That"s a pity," she said, around a mouthful of sandwich. "But don"t worry about it. They wouldn"t have let you take the credit anyway."
"Thanks for the encouragement."
She wiped at her mouth with a napkin. "Don"t thank me. It was free. Worth exactly what you paid for it. I"d have done the same for anyone."
She started to go forward again, but I stopped her. "What"s the L for?"
"Huh?"
I pointed at her name tag. "Oh-it"s Liz. Short for Lizard."
"Lizard?" I raised an eyebrow.
"I come by it honestly. You"ll find out."