"Facts aren"t flattery. You go out there, they welcome you into the fold, you learn whatever you can about what"s going on, and then give me a glowing report. Done. You"re back fixing b.u.mper cars before the Fourth of July weekend. With a much bigger bank balance."
Mike counted to five again. "Can you tell me anything else?" he asked. "Something you"ve seen? Something you"ve heard?"
Reggie shook his head. "You know when you"re in a rush and you put a T-shirt on backward? Even if there"s no tag in it, you don"t have to look in the mirror to know it"s on wrong. You can just feel it."
"That"s all you"ve got for me?"
"It"s just wrong," he replied with a shrug. "That"s all I can tell you. There"s something so wrong out there that you can almost feel it in the air. And you know what"s the weirdest part?"
"What?"
"I think everyone out there feels the same way."
SEVEN.
Mike drove past the facility in San Diego once, even with OnStar calling out directions to him. The fence out front was old chain-link, with no signs. The guard post needed paint. When he came back around, the lone guard asked who he was and waved him in. There were lots of fresh scuff marks along the fence in a well-marked path, and Mike took that to mean at least one or two other guards were walking the perimeter.
Only one building was visible from the street. It was concrete and gray, with a few windows on the far end; a warehouse that had developed some architectural lesions. The building was flanked on one side by a large patch of overgrown weeds that had hit the point where they could be called small trees.
There was a small parking lot with a dozen s.p.a.ces broken up by a quartet of large trees in wooden planters. Eight of the s.p.a.ces were taken. Four were marked reserved and one was marked GUEST PARKING. He pulled into the farthest spot from the entrance.
He walked up a set of concrete steps and stepped inside. An odd mix of framed, poster-sized prints decorated the small lobby. Einstein. Tesla. G.o.ddard. A history of automobiles. The Moon landing. Mike couldn"t shake the feeling someone had looted them from a college bookstore.
The woman at the front desk stared at him with large, dark eyes above elegant cheekbones. Dark, straight hair ran over her shoulders and out of sight down her back. Her lips split in the polite, meaningless smile Mike knew from countless parent-teacher meetings. "May I help you?"
"Leland Erikson," he said, "here for Arthur Cross."
She gazed at him for a moment. He heard fingers tap on a keyboard and her eyes shifted to the flatscreen. "You"re early," she said.
"I didn"t realize there was a set time," he said.
She smiled again. This time it was sincere. "We didn"t think you"d get here until the end of the day."
"Is that a problem?"
"Not at all. Dr. Cross?" she said to the air. "Mr. Erikson from DARPA is here for you." She stared into s.p.a.ce for a moment. "Of course." The polite smile rea.s.serted itself. "He"ll be right out."
"Thanks."
"Will you be with us long?"
"A few weeks, I think. Maybe a whole month."
She nodded. "I"m Anne," she said after a moment. She held out a hand. "Nice to meet you."
"You, too." They shook. "Call me Mike."
Her face shifted just for a moment, and the sincere smile made another brief appearance. "Mike it is."
Mike heard the thump of a cane, and Arthur Cross strode out from the hallway. He was in shirtsleeves, but still wore a tie and also an ID card on a lanyard. "I see you found us all right."
"Yep." Mike held out his hand.
The scientist gave a curt nod and shook the hand once. "So, would you like to get settled first, or..."
"I"m ready to dive in, I guess, if you"re ready for me."
Arthur"s lips tightened. Just for a moment. "Very well," he said. He gestured at the front desk. "We don"t allow cell phones past this point."
Mike slid the phone Reggie had given him from his pocket and placed it in Anne"s outstretched hand. She slid open a foil-lined drawer and set it inside. "Just stop by on your way out," she told him.
"Right this way." Mike followed Arthur back down the hallway he"d appeared from, past a staircase and a connecting hall to a large door. It was almost square. Mike gazed up at the red light mounted in the wall as Arthur slid his ID card across a reader.
"Warning flasher," Arthur said. "Lets anyone coming in know if we"re up and running or not."
"The magnetic flux?"
Arthur pulled open the door. "You"ve read up, I see."
"Reggie...Mr. Magnus gave me all the reports you"ve submitted to date."
"All of them? And you"ve read them all?"
"Yep. I read fast."
Arthur guided him around a bank of machinery as the door thudded shut behind them. "I guess you do."
A few yards in front of Mike, a pair of twelve-foot, off-white rings rose up from a solid base, looking more like a futuristic art installation than experimental technology. The rings dominated the gymnasium-sized room.
He glanced at Arthur. The older man nodded. "This is the Albuquerque Door."
Each ring was more round than flat, and Mike put them at about two feet thick. They were parallel, with twenty inches between them, according to the mental measuring tapes the ants overlayed for him. The ivory plating that covered them was made of heavy plastic. A ramp of expanded steel rose up in front of an array of rolling desks and computers, leveling off into a platform. The platform pa.s.sed through the rings and ended in midair, a foot past the far one. Four bundles of cable ran from each ring, vanishing back into the ma.s.s of a.s.sembled technology.
White lines, almost a foot wide, circled the huge machine and formed a path out to the ramp. Mike noticed that almost all the equipment was kept outside of the lines. The desks were a good ten feet from it.
The two other people from the hearing, blond Jamie and Bogartesque Olaf, waited by one of the desks. A large flatscreen loomed behind them, and a younger man stood near Olaf"s elbow. Mike"s school-trained eye put the man at twenty-six, tops. His brilliant red hair had the precisely messy look of someone who spent a lot of time trying to make it look like he spent no time on his hair.
Against the wall stood a row of six cylinders, each the size of a water heater and wrapped in an insulating blanket. A man and woman with heavy gloves were switching an insulated hose from one tank to the next in line. The hose ran into one of the bundles of cable and vanished beneath the legs and braces that held up the rings.
The man had a thin beard of blond hair that looked even thinner because of its color. His jeans were well-worn and the sleeves of his plaid shirt were rolled up past his elbows. He would"ve blended in well in a small town.
The woman"s hair and eyes were as dark as Mike"s own, although her face and body weren"t anywhere near as angular. Her red T-shirt had an elaborate logo for "Scotty"s Starship Repair Shop," with a list of services provided. He guessed she was a couple years older than him. She stared at Mike across the room while she held the hose and the other man tightened the connector. It was the kind of stare that said, "You"re the teacher who gave my little angel a C."
Arthur walked to the trio by the workstation and gestured back at Mike. "Everyone, this is Leland Erikson. He works for Mr. Magnus. He"s going to be staying here and observing things for a while."
"You can call me Mike," he said.
"How long is a while?" scowled Olaf.
"I thought Magnus was happy," said the redheaded man.
Arthur ignored them. "You already know Jamie and Olaf," he said. "This is Bob Hitchc.o.c.k, our junior physicist."
"I get to double-check all the math," he said with a smile.
Arthur gestured at the bearded man. "The gentleman over there is Neil Warry, chief engineer and operations manager. That"s Sasha Prestich next to him, our second engineer and resident Star Trek fanatic."
There were a few grunts as Mike made eye contact with each of them. Bob shook his hand. Neil kept working and sent a distracted wave in his direction. Sasha looked down her nose at him for another moment and then turned her attention back to the hose.
"Well, then," said Arthur, "I thought we"d start with a demonstration."
"We"ve got nothing scheduled," Olaf said. "Neil"s going to have to make some calls."
"Make them. Who wants to go through today?"
Neil gave a nod of acknowledgment. "Just let me finish this," he said, patting the hose.
"I"ll go," said the redhead.
"Christ, Bob." Jamie shook her head. "How many would that make for you?"
"An even eighty-four. I am the most traveled person on Earth."
"Of the nine people who have traveled," sneered Olaf.
"Nine people, two hundred and sixteen rats, six cats, and a chimpanzee," said Bob. "I"m still at the top of an ever-expanding group."
Arthur looked at them. "Does anyone besides Bob want to go?"
"I"ll go," snapped Olaf. "Let"s just get on with it. I have a conference call at three." He turned his back to them and began typing at a console. Jamie stalked past Mike to the hall, with Sasha a yard behind her.
A low hiss came from the gas tanks as valves opened. A vibration shivered through the floor and two red lights flashed at either end of the huge room. Arthur pointed up at a slanted window fourteen feet above the chamber floor. "Let"s head up to the control room," he said.
"Friendly bunch you have here," said Mike as they pa.s.sed through the square door again.
"Don"t take it personally," Arthur said, "but everyone"s sort of looking at you as the enemy."
"How could I take that personally?"
"You"re the government. You"re the man deciding if we get to keep working or not, despite all the progress we"ve made." Arthur gestured for Mike to follow him up the narrow staircase. "They all resent that. I resent it, to be quite honest."
"I don"t make the call, you know. I just have to tell Reggie what I think of your work."
"He must think very highly of your opinion."
"We"ve known each other a long time. He knows what I can do."
Arthur stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to look down at Mike. "We never cleared that up back in Washington," he said. "What is it that you do for him? What"s your t.i.tle?"
"Ahhh. Well, to be honest, I don"t think I have one."
"I find that somewhat hard to believe."
"Outside consultant?"
"And what"s your usual position, then?"
Mike tapped his fingers on the railing. "They"re waiting for us in the control room, aren"t they?"
"Yes, they are." He set both hands on the head of his cane. "It"s one of the small perks of being in charge. I can make people wait for me."
Mike sighed. "Well, I teach junior year English."
"You"re a college professor?"
"Junior year of high school," clarified Mike. "South Berwick High in Maine."
Arthur stared for a moment, then crossed his arms. "Is this some kind of joke?"
"Not really."
"Magnus thought a high school teacher was the ideal person to evaluate our work?"
Mike took a breath and weighed his words. "I have some abilities that make me a worthwhile observer and theorist. Reggie"s been trying to get me on the payroll for almost a decade. Your project"s been the only thing he"s ever told me about that interested me."
"He said something similar at the budget meeting. Could you be more specific?"
"Do I have to be?"
"Yes."
He sighed again. "I maxed out the only IQ test I ever took. I was given a few extra problems by the tester and she ballparked my IQ at over 180. Granted, I was under the recommended age, and it was the old Stanford-Binet, not the t.i.tan Test or the Mega, so it isn"t terribly accurate at that scale, but I confirmed the general range myself. On top of that, I"ve got an eidetic memory. Complete, instantaneous recall of anything I"ve ever seen or heard."
"You"re joking."
"No."
"I thought eidetic memory was something they made up for science fiction stories."
"There are a few confirmed cases, although it"s tough to prove someone remembers everything without having them remember everything for you."