The Variable Man

Chapter 13

"We have about five thousand men ready to go, still on Terra. Most of them in the process of being transferred to military transports. I can hold it up at any time."

"Missiles?"

"Fortunately, the launching tubes have not yet been disa.s.sembled.

They"re still here on Terra. In another few days they"ll be moving out for the Colonial fracas."

"Then they"re available for immediate use?"

"Yes."

"Good." Reinhart locked his hands, knotting his fingers harshly together in sudden decision. "That will do exactly. Unless I am completely wrong, Sherikov has only a half-dozen air units and no surface cars. And only about two hundred men. Some defense shields, of course--"

"What are you planning?"

Reinhart"s face was gray and hard, like stone. "Send out orders for all available Security units to be unified under your immediate command. Have them ready to move by four o"clock this afternoon. We"re going to pay a visit," Reinhart stated grimly. "A surprise visit. On Peter Sherikov."

"Stop here," Reinhart ordered.

The surface car slowed to a halt. Reinhart peered cautiously out, studying the horizon ahead.

On all sides a desert of scrub gra.s.s and sand stretched out. Nothing moved or stirred. To the right the gra.s.s and sand rose up to form immense peaks, a range of mountains without end, disappearing finally into the distance. The Urals.

"Over there," Reinhart said to Dixon, pointing. "See?"

"No."

"Look hard. It"s difficult to spot unless you know what to look for.

Vertical pipes. Some kind of vent. Or periscopes."

Dixon saw them finally. "I would have driven past without noticing."

"It"s well concealed. The main labs are a mile down. Under the range itself. It"s virtually impregnable. Sherikov had it built years ago, to withstand any attack. From the air, by surface cars, bombs, missiles--"

"He must feel safe down there."

"No doubt." Reinhart gazed up at the sky. A few faint black dots could be seen, moving lazily about, in broad circles. "Those aren"t ours, are they? I gave orders--"

"No. They"re not ours. All our units are out of sight. Those belong to Sherikov. His patrol."

Reinhart relaxed. "Good." He reached over and flicked on the vidscreen over the board of the car. "This screen is shielded? It can"t be traced?"

"There"s no way they can spot it back to us. It"s non-directional."

The screen glowed into life. Reinhart punched the combination keys and sat back to wait.

After a time an image formed on the screen. A heavy face, bushy black beard and large eyes.

Peter Sherikov gazed at Reinhart with surprised curiosity.

"Commissioner! Where are you calling from? What--"

"How"s the work progressing?" Reinhart broke in coldly. "Is Icarus almost complete?"

Sherikov beamed with expansive pride. "He"s done, Commissioner. Two days ahead of time. Icarus is ready to be launched into s.p.a.ce. I tried to call your office, but they told me--"

"I"m not at my office." Reinhart leaned toward the screen. "Open your entrance tunnel at the surface. You"re about to receive visitors."

Sherikov blinked. "Visitors?"

"I"m coming down to see you. About Icarus. Have the tunnel opened for me at once."

"Exactly where are you, Commissioner?"

"On the surface."

Sherikov"s eyes flickered. "Oh? But--"

"Open up!" Reinhart snapped. He glanced at his wrist.w.a.tch. "I"ll be at the entrance in five minutes. I expect to find it ready for me."

"Of course." Sherikov nodded in bewilderment. "I"m always glad to see you, Commissioner. But I--"

"Five minutes, then." Reinhart cut the circuit. The screen died. He turned quickly to Dixon. "You stay up here, as we arranged. I"ll go down with one company of police. You understand the necessity of exact timing on this?"

"We won"t slip up. Everything"s ready. All units are in their places."

"Good." Reinhart pushed the door open for him. "You join your directional staff. I"ll proceed toward the tunnel entrance."

"Good luck." Dixon leaped out of the car, onto the sandy ground. A gust of dry air swirled into the car around Reinhart. "I"ll see you later."

Reinhart slammed the door. He turned to the group of police crouched in the rear of the car, their guns held tightly. "Here we go,"

Reinhart murmured. "Hold on."

The car raced across the sandy ground, toward the tunnel entrance to Sherikov"s underground fortress.

Sherikov met Reinhart at the bottom end of the tunnel, where the tunnel opened up onto the main floor of the lab.

The big Pole approached, his hand out, beaming with pride and satisfaction. "It"s a pleasure to see you, Commissioner. This is an historic moment."

Reinhart got out of the car, with his group of armed Security police.

"Calls for a celebration, doesn"t it?" he said.

"That"s a good idea! We"re two days ahead, Commissioner. The SRB machines will be interested. The odds should change abruptly at the news."

"Let"s go down to the lab. I want to see the control turret myself."

A shadow crossed Sherikov"s face. "I"d rather not bother the workmen right now, Commissioner. They"ve been under a great load, trying to complete the turret in time. I believe they"re putting a few last finishes on it at this moment."

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