“I thought you said you had the only working prototype,” she said.
“I do,” said Lucas, sourly. “Darkness said it would take a bloody fortune to produce another one, and before anyone’s ready to commit to that, they want to see if there are any bugs in mine. And since his own atomic structure is unstable, Darkness is on borrowed time, so the brass is anxious to get on with the field testing, which they can’t do if I’m removed from active duty.”
“I think that’s inexcusable; Dr. Hazen said. it’s downright criminal. They’re using you as a human guinea pig.”
“So?” said Lucas. “What’s the worst that could
happen? I could die?” He shrugged. “Hey, it’s not as if it’s anything I haven’t done before.”
The comscreen in the lab emitted a short series of beeps and came on with an image of General Moses Forrester. the Director of the T.I.A.
“Dr. Hazen?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Is Col. Priest still in the lab with you?”
“Right here, sir,” Lucas said, stepping in front of the screen. “We just completed all the tests.”
“Good. I need you up here on the double.”
“I’m on my way.”
The screen went blank.
“I’m still going to have to recommend that you be removed from active duty. Lucas,” Dr. Hazen said. “I suppose the brass can override me. but I can’t in good conscience go along with what they’re doing.”
“I understand,” said Lucas. nodding. “And I appreciate your concern, but even if they did follow your recommendation-which they won’t-you really wouldn’t be doing me a favor. I’d go crazy if they put me behind a desk or. worse yet, confined me to a hospital for tests and observation.”
“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. is that it?” she said, with a wry smile.
“No, not really.” Lucas said. “It’s not some macho thing. Look at it this way. after all the years you spent to get where you are now, how would you fed if you were suddenly transferred to a national health clinic in Bakersfield?”
She sighed. “Yes. I’m afraid I see your point.”
“I’d better go. When the old man says ‘on the double.’ it usually means something important has come up.”
“Good luck.”
He smiled. “Thanks. See you around.”
She waited till he’d left, then added softly. “I sure hope so.”
Finn Delaney. Creed Steiger. and Andre Cross were already there when Lucas arrived. Everybody jumped when the old man said. “On the double.” Andre looked sharp. AS usual. but Delaney, also as usual, looked sloppy and unkempt. his uniform unpressed and his boots unpolished. In any other outfit, such a turnout would have called for disciplinary action. but Forester was an unusual commander. Ever since the T.I.A. had been combined with the First Division of the Temporal
Corps and Forrester had been made Director. the agents of the T.I. A had not quite known what to make of their new leader. The men and women of the First Division. organized and led by Forester. had grown accustomed to what many senior officers in the Temporal Corps felt was an overly casual brand of leadership. For the agents of Temporal Intelligence. men like Col. Creed Steiger. it was a completely, new experience.
Forrester cared less about how his people looked on the parade ground than about how their performance measured up in the field. When he had organized the unit, he had hand-picked all the personnel, many of whom had less than favorable military records and were deemed misfits in their former units.
Finn Delaney was an excellent example. Large-framed, red haired and barrel-chested. with the appearance of an amiable bear, he had come within a hairbreadth of dishonorable discharge more times than he could count. His record was chock-full of infractions of just about every military regulation there was, from disobedience of orders to striking superior officers. He had spent his entire adult life in the service and his rank had fluctuated like the fashion industry. No sooner would he be promoted as a result of outstanding performance in the field than he would be busted for breaking some military regulation. He was on a first name basis with practically every officer who ever sat on a court martial. Indeed, he would have long since been discharged if it were not for the fact that he was an absolutely first-rate soldier, with a record of performance that was absolutely unsurpassed.
Clearly. Delaney was a problem, but unlike many other senior officers. Forrester had known that a man’s worth as a soldier could not be measured by how snappy his salute was. Some of history’s greatest fighting men, such as George Patton. Benedict Arnold, and Julius Caesar. had personalities that were ill-suited to military discipline. Patton had been egotistical and insubordinate: Arnold’s unchecked ambition had led him to turn traitor: Caesar had been overly familiar with his troops and had seized power by turning his legions against Rome, but each man had been an unquestionably brilliant soldier on the field of battle. Delaney had a mercurial Irish temper and a contempt for what he called “military assholes.” but with a commander such as Forrester, who knew the proper way to handle such a man, he had steadily risen to the rank of captain and his disciplinary problems had fallen off dramatically.
Creed Steiger, on the other hand, was the son of soldier whose appearance would find favor with the most nit-picking commander. He was blond and gray-eyed, hook-nosed, slightly cruel-looking, and solidly built. Like Lucas Priest, he looked like a model officer, but there the similarity ended. While Priest’s record was absolutely spotless. Steiger was a maverick. As the former senior field agent of the T.I. A.. he had often bent the rules, only unlike Delaney. he was adept at covering himself. His mentor in the agency had been none other than the late Col. Jack Carnehan, a legendary temporal agent codenamed Mongoose, who had instructed him in the complexities of being a professional chameleon. Carnehan had been virtually uncontrollable, with an unshakable belief in the correctness of his actions, regardless of what his orders were. But Steiger had learned the hard way that in an organization as complex and devious as the T.I.A., with agents that were so deeply buried under cover that there was often no record of their existence, orders from the top were frequently not to be trusted.
The corruption in the T.I.A. ran deep. Steiger had never wanted any part of it, but when even the former director of the agency had been a secret member of the Network, there was no way of knowing if an order had been given legally or not. Yet now that Forrester was in charge. determined to root out the corruption and break up the Network, Steiger was finally able to do his job as he sawfit. Forrester had appointed him to organize and lead a special unit, the Internal Security Division. whose sole function was to police the agency and ferret out corrupt agents of the Network. It was a formidable task. Over the years. the Network had spread through the agency like a cancer. with its members both concealed within the agency bureaucracy in the 27th century and scattered throughout time. as well. Dealing with the threat posed by the parallel universe was difficult enough without having to battle enemies within their own organization. Both Steiger and Forrester had already survived several attempts upon their lives, in one case by a man Steiger had known and trusted for years. And many agents of the T.I.A. deeply resented having the I.S.D. constantly looking over their shoulders. Lucas did not envy Creed his job.
As for Andre Cross. seeing her now, it was hard for Lucas to believe that the first time they had met, he had thought she was a man. Born in the 12th century. she had been orphaned at an early age and had survived a life of almost intolerable hardship. While still a child, she had learned to pass as a young boy in order to decrease her vulnerability and as she grew older. she had perfected the disguise. In her early teens, she had fooled an English knight errant so completely that he had taken her on as his squire and trained her in the arts of warfare, so that by the time she reached adulthood. she was the equal of most any man in fighting ability and strength.