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.And this is the lunatic nonentity whose mentality you " he shook his fist,futilely, at Lars and Lilo "have seen fit to tap as the inspiration for your 'weapons'!""Well," Lars said presently, "that's the weapons fashion designing biz."Dr.Todt closed his medical bag at last and sat regarding them."You have my tranquilizer?" Lars asked.Dr.Todt had something in his hands, resting on his lapout of sight."I have here," Dr.Todt said, "a laser pistol." He displayed it, pointing it at Major Geschenko."Iknew I had it somewhere in my bag, but it was under everything else.You are under arrest, Major, forholding a Wes-bloc citizen captive against his will."From his lap he produced a second object, a minute audio communications-system, completewith microphone, earphone and antenna.Snapping it on he spoke into the flea-size mike."Mr.Conners? J.F.Conners, please?" He explained, for the benefit of Lars, Lilo and Major Geschenko,"Conners is in charge of FBI operations here at Fairfax.Um.Mr.J.F.Conners? Yes.We are at themotel.Yes, Apt.six.Where they first brought us.Evidently they plan to transport Mr.Powderdry tothe Soviet Union when they return Miss Topchev and are awaiting transport-connections at thismoment.There are KVB agents all over so well, okay.Thanks.Yes.And thank you again." He shutoff the communications-system and restored it to his medical bag.They sat inertly, saying nothing and then presently outside the door of the motel room there was aflurry of sharp, abrupt noise.Grunts, labored, and muffled thumps, a voiceless cat-fight of confusionthat lasted several minutes.Major Geschenko looked philosophical but not very happy.Lilo, on theother hand, seemed petrified; she sat bolt-upright, her face stark.The door snapped spring-like open.An FBI man, one of those who had brought Lars to Iceland,peered in, laser pistol sweeping potentially everything in the room with its ability to include them allas targets.However, he did not fire but merely entered, followed by a second FBI man who hadsomehow, in what had happened, lost his tie.Major Geschenko rose to his feet, unbuttoned his holster, silently turned over his side arm to theFBI men."We'll go back to New York now," the first man said to Lars.Major Geschenko shrugged.Marcus Aurelius could not have achieved more stoic resignation.As Dr.Todt and Lars moved toward the door with the two FBI men, Lilo Topchev suddenly said,"Lars! I want to come along."The two FBI men exchanged glances.Then one spoke into his lapel-mike, conversed inaudiblywith an unseen superior.All at once he said brusquely to Lilo, "They say okay.""You may not like it there," Lars said."Remember, dear we're both out of favor.""I still want to come," Lilo said."Okay," Lars said, and thought of Maren. 22In the park in Festung Washington, D.C.the aged, feeble, shabbily dressed war veteran satmumbling to himself and watching the children playing, and then he saw, making their way withouthaste down the wide gravel path, two second lieutenants from the Wes-bloc Air Arm Academy, youthsof nineteen with clean, scrubbed, beardless but arrestingly, unusually intelligent faces."Nice day," the ancient hulk said to them, nodding.They paused briefly.That was enough."I fought in the Big War," the old man cackled, with pride."You never saw combat but I did; Iwas main-man for a front-line T.W.G.Ever seen a T.W.G.recoil 'cause of an overload, when theinput-line circuit-breaker fails, and the induction field shorts? Fortunately I was off a distance so Isurvived.Field hospital.I mean a ship.Red Cross.I was laid up months.""Gee," one of the shavetails said, out of deference."Was that in the Callisto revolt six years ago?" the other asked.The ancient cobwebbed shape swayed with brittle mirth."It was sixty-three years ago.I beenrunning a fixit shop since.Until I got to bleeding internally and had to quit except for small work.Aptappliances.I'm a first-rate swibble man: I can fix a swibble that otherwise " He wheezed, unable tobreathe momentarily."But sixty-three years ago!" the first shavetail said.He calculated."Heck, that was during WorldWar Two; that was 1940." They then both stared at the old veteran.The hunched, dim, stick-like figure croaked, "No, that was 2005.I remember because my medalsays so." Shakily, he groped at his tattered great-cloak.It seemed to disintegrate as he poked at it,turning further into dust.He showed them a small metal star pinned to his faded shirt.Bending, the two young commissioned officers read the metal surface with its raised figures andletters."Hey, Ben.It does say 2005.""Yeah." Both officers stared."But that's next year.""Let me tell you about how we beat 'em in the 'Big War,' " the old vet wheezed, tickled to have anaudience."It was a long war; sheoot, it seemed like it'd never end.But what can you do against T.G.warp? And that's what they found out.Were they surprised!" He giggled, wiped then at the saliva thathad sputtered from his sunken lips."We finally came up with it; of course we had all those failures."With disgust he hawked, spat onto the gravel."Those weapons designers didn't know a thing.Stupidbastards.""Who," Ben said, "was the enemy?"It took a long time before the old veteran could grasp the nature of the question and when he didhis disgust was so profound as to be overwhelming.He tottered to his feet, moved shufflingly awayfrom the two young officers."Them.The slavers from Sirius!"After a pause the other second lieutenant seated himself on the other side of the old war veteranand then, thoughtfully, he said to Ben, "I think " He made a gesture."Yeah," Ben said.To the old man he said, "Pop.Listen.We're going below.""Below?" The old man cringed, confused and frightened."The kremlin" Ben said."Subsurface.Where UN-W Natsec, the Board, is meeting.General Nitz.Do you know who General George Nitz is?"Mumbling, the veteran pondered, tried to remember."Well, he was way up there," he said finally."What year is this?" Ben said.The old man eyed him gleefully."You can't fool me.This is 2068.Or " The momentarily bright eyes dimmed over, hesitantly."No, it's 2067; you were trying to catch me.But you didn't, did you? Am I right? 2067?" He nudged the young second lieutenant.To his fellow officer, Ben said, "I'll stay here with him.You get a mil-car, official.We don't wantto lose him.""Right [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.And this is the lunatic nonentity whose mentality you " he shook his fist,futilely, at Lars and Lilo "have seen fit to tap as the inspiration for your 'weapons'!""Well," Lars said presently, "that's the weapons fashion designing biz."Dr.Todt closed his medical bag at last and sat regarding them."You have my tranquilizer?" Lars asked.Dr.Todt had something in his hands, resting on his lapout of sight."I have here," Dr.Todt said, "a laser pistol." He displayed it, pointing it at Major Geschenko."Iknew I had it somewhere in my bag, but it was under everything else.You are under arrest, Major, forholding a Wes-bloc citizen captive against his will."From his lap he produced a second object, a minute audio communications-system, completewith microphone, earphone and antenna.Snapping it on he spoke into the flea-size mike."Mr.Conners? J.F.Conners, please?" He explained, for the benefit of Lars, Lilo and Major Geschenko,"Conners is in charge of FBI operations here at Fairfax.Um.Mr.J.F.Conners? Yes.We are at themotel.Yes, Apt.six.Where they first brought us.Evidently they plan to transport Mr.Powderdry tothe Soviet Union when they return Miss Topchev and are awaiting transport-connections at thismoment.There are KVB agents all over so well, okay.Thanks.Yes.And thank you again." He shutoff the communications-system and restored it to his medical bag.They sat inertly, saying nothing and then presently outside the door of the motel room there was aflurry of sharp, abrupt noise.Grunts, labored, and muffled thumps, a voiceless cat-fight of confusionthat lasted several minutes.Major Geschenko looked philosophical but not very happy.Lilo, on theother hand, seemed petrified; she sat bolt-upright, her face stark.The door snapped spring-like open.An FBI man, one of those who had brought Lars to Iceland,peered in, laser pistol sweeping potentially everything in the room with its ability to include them allas targets.However, he did not fire but merely entered, followed by a second FBI man who hadsomehow, in what had happened, lost his tie.Major Geschenko rose to his feet, unbuttoned his holster, silently turned over his side arm to theFBI men."We'll go back to New York now," the first man said to Lars.Major Geschenko shrugged.Marcus Aurelius could not have achieved more stoic resignation.As Dr.Todt and Lars moved toward the door with the two FBI men, Lilo Topchev suddenly said,"Lars! I want to come along."The two FBI men exchanged glances.Then one spoke into his lapel-mike, conversed inaudiblywith an unseen superior.All at once he said brusquely to Lilo, "They say okay.""You may not like it there," Lars said."Remember, dear we're both out of favor.""I still want to come," Lilo said."Okay," Lars said, and thought of Maren. 22In the park in Festung Washington, D.C.the aged, feeble, shabbily dressed war veteran satmumbling to himself and watching the children playing, and then he saw, making their way withouthaste down the wide gravel path, two second lieutenants from the Wes-bloc Air Arm Academy, youthsof nineteen with clean, scrubbed, beardless but arrestingly, unusually intelligent faces."Nice day," the ancient hulk said to them, nodding.They paused briefly.That was enough."I fought in the Big War," the old man cackled, with pride."You never saw combat but I did; Iwas main-man for a front-line T.W.G.Ever seen a T.W.G.recoil 'cause of an overload, when theinput-line circuit-breaker fails, and the induction field shorts? Fortunately I was off a distance so Isurvived.Field hospital.I mean a ship.Red Cross.I was laid up months.""Gee," one of the shavetails said, out of deference."Was that in the Callisto revolt six years ago?" the other asked.The ancient cobwebbed shape swayed with brittle mirth."It was sixty-three years ago.I beenrunning a fixit shop since.Until I got to bleeding internally and had to quit except for small work.Aptappliances.I'm a first-rate swibble man: I can fix a swibble that otherwise " He wheezed, unable tobreathe momentarily."But sixty-three years ago!" the first shavetail said.He calculated."Heck, that was during WorldWar Two; that was 1940." They then both stared at the old veteran.The hunched, dim, stick-like figure croaked, "No, that was 2005.I remember because my medalsays so." Shakily, he groped at his tattered great-cloak.It seemed to disintegrate as he poked at it,turning further into dust.He showed them a small metal star pinned to his faded shirt.Bending, the two young commissioned officers read the metal surface with its raised figures andletters."Hey, Ben.It does say 2005.""Yeah." Both officers stared."But that's next year.""Let me tell you about how we beat 'em in the 'Big War,' " the old vet wheezed, tickled to have anaudience."It was a long war; sheoot, it seemed like it'd never end.But what can you do against T.G.warp? And that's what they found out.Were they surprised!" He giggled, wiped then at the saliva thathad sputtered from his sunken lips."We finally came up with it; of course we had all those failures."With disgust he hawked, spat onto the gravel."Those weapons designers didn't know a thing.Stupidbastards.""Who," Ben said, "was the enemy?"It took a long time before the old veteran could grasp the nature of the question and when he didhis disgust was so profound as to be overwhelming.He tottered to his feet, moved shufflingly awayfrom the two young officers."Them.The slavers from Sirius!"After a pause the other second lieutenant seated himself on the other side of the old war veteranand then, thoughtfully, he said to Ben, "I think " He made a gesture."Yeah," Ben said.To the old man he said, "Pop.Listen.We're going below.""Below?" The old man cringed, confused and frightened."The kremlin" Ben said."Subsurface.Where UN-W Natsec, the Board, is meeting.General Nitz.Do you know who General George Nitz is?"Mumbling, the veteran pondered, tried to remember."Well, he was way up there," he said finally."What year is this?" Ben said.The old man eyed him gleefully."You can't fool me.This is 2068.Or " The momentarily bright eyes dimmed over, hesitantly."No, it's 2067; you were trying to catch me.But you didn't, did you? Am I right? 2067?" He nudged the young second lieutenant.To his fellow officer, Ben said, "I'll stay here with him.You get a mil-car, official.We don't wantto lose him.""Right [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]