Slowly, Cole returned the globe. After a time he removed the micro-lenses, still deep in thought.
"Well?" Sherikov demanded. "You know what I want. I want you to wire this d.a.m.n thing up." Sherikov came close to Cole, his big face hard.
"You can do it, I think. I could tell by the way you held it--and the job you did on the children"s toy, of course. You could wire it up right, and in five days. n.o.body else can. And if it"s not wired up Centaurus will keep on running the galaxy and Terra will have to sweat it out here in the Sol system. One tiny mediocre sun, one dust mote out of a whole galaxy."
Cole did not answer.
Sherikov became impatient. "Well? What do you say?"
"What happens if I don"t wire this control for you? I mean, what happens to _me_?"
"Then I turn you over to Reinhart. Reinhart will kill you instantly.
He thinks you"re dead, killed when the Albertine Range was annihilated. If he had any idea I had saved you--"
"I see."
"I brought you down here for one thing. If you wire it up I"ll have you sent back to your own time continuum. If you don"t--"
Cole considered, his face dark and brooding.
"What do you have to lose? You"d already be dead, if we hadn"t pulled you out of those hills."
"Can you really return me to my own time?"
"Of course!"
"Reinhart won"t interfere?"
Sherikov laughed. "What can he do? How can he stop me? I have my own men. You saw them. They landed all around you. You"ll be returned."
"Yes. I saw your men."
"Then you agree?"
"I agree," Thomas Cole said. "I"ll wire it for you. I"ll complete the control turret--within the next five days."
IV
Three days later Joseph Dixon slid a closed-circuit message plate across the desk to his boss.
"Here. You might be interested in this."
Reinhart picked the plate up slowly. "What is it? You came all the way here to show me this?"
"That"s right."
"Why didn"t you vidscreen it?"
Dixon smiled grimly. "You"ll understand when you decode it. It"s from Proxima Centaurus."
"Centaurus!"
"Our counter-intelligence service. They sent it direct to me. Here, I"ll decode it for you. Save you the trouble."
Dixon came around behind Reinhart"s desk. He leaned over the Commissioner"s shoulder, taking hold of the plate and breaking the seal with his thumb nail.
"Hang on," Dixon said. "This is going to hit you hard. According to our agents on Armun, the Centauran High Council has called an emergency session to deal with the problem of Terra"s impending attack. Centauran relay couriers have reported to the High Council that the Terran bomb Icarus is virtually complete. Work on the bomb has been rushed through final stages in the underground laboratories under the Ural Range, directed by the Terran physicist Peter Sherikov."
"So I understand from Sherikov himself. Are you surprised the Centaurans know about the bomb? They have spies swarming over Terra.
That"s no news."
"There"s more." Dixon traced the message plate grimly, with an unsteady finger. "The Centauran relay couriers reported that Peter Sherikov brought an expert mechanic out of a previous time continuum to complete the wiring of the turret!"
Reinhart staggered, holding on tight to the desk. He closed his eyes, gasping.
"The variable man is still alive," Dixon murmured. "I don"t know how.
Or why. There"s nothing left of the Albertines. And how the h.e.l.l did the man get half way around the world?"
Reinhart opened his eyes slowly, his face twisting. "Sherikov! He must have removed him before the attack. I told Sherikov the attack was forthcoming. I gave him the exact hour. He had to get help--from the variable man. He couldn"t meet his promise otherwise."
Reinhart leaped up and began to pace back and forth. "I"ve already informed the SRB machines that the variable man has been destroyed.
The machines now show the original 7-6 ratio in our favor. But the ratio is based on false information."
"Then you"ll have to withdraw the false data and restore the original situation."
"No." Reinhart shook his head. "I can"t do that. The machines must be kept functioning. We can"t allow them to jam again. It"s too dangerous. If Duffe should become aware that--"
"What are you going to do, then?" Dixon picked up the message plate.
"You can"t leave the machines with false data. That"s treason."
"The data can"t be withdrawn! Not unless equivalent data exists to take its place." Reinhart paced angrily back and forth. "d.a.m.n it, I was _certain_ the man was dead. This is an incredible situation. He must be eliminated--at any cost."
Suddenly Reinhart stopped pacing. "The turret. It"s probably finished by this time. Correct?"
Dixon nodded slowly in agreement. "With the variable man helping, Sherikov has undoubtedly completed work well ahead of schedule."
Reinhart"s gray eyes flickered. "Then he"s no longer of any use--even to Sherikov. We could take a chance.... Even if there were active opposition...."
"What"s this?" Dixon demanded. "What are you thinking about?"
"How many units are ready for immediate action? How large a force can we raise without notice?"
"Because of the war we"re mobilized on a twenty-four hour basis. There are seventy air units and about two hundred surface units. The balance of the Security forces have been transferred to the line, under military control."
"Men?"