'You are a brave young man,' said Buckingham. 'You offer me your services and with the same frankness, I accept them. Follow us at a distance of twenty paces to the Louvre and if you see anyone watching us, be a good fellow and slay him.'
Buckingham took Constance by the arm once again, having sheathed his sword, and they hurried off toward the Louvre. D'Artagnan kept his sword out, counted out twenty of their paces, and then followed, looking all about him to see if anyone was watching. He did not see anyone. But that was only because he was not very observant.
7
Finn and Lucas followed the carriage to a house on the Rue St. Honore. It took some effort on their part, because although the carriage could not travel very fast through the crowded streets of Paris, it nevertheless proceeded at a fairly brisk pace. Twice, they almost lost it. As it pulled up in front of the elegant home on the Rue St. Honore, Finn and Lucas watched from an alley across the street, trying to regain their wind.
'I just hope this doesn't turn out to be a wild goose chase,' Lucas said, breathing heavily. 'I'll feel like an awful sap if it turns out to have been nothing more than my memory playing tricks on me.'
'I don't think there's anything wrong with your memory,' said Finn. 'Take a look at what that old man's carrying in his hand.'
As the couple got out of the carriage, the old man glanced nervously up and down the street. It was getting late, but there was still enough light for them to see the slim metallic tube that the old man was holding in his hand.
'A laser,' Lucas said. 'And he's not even trying to hide it. He's holding it out in plain sight.'
'Sure, why not?' said Finn. 'Who'd know what it was?'
'That's just the point,' said Lucas. 'Anyone who would know what it was would be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The way he's waving it around, it's as if he wants someone to see it. Why would anyone be so obvious with a weapon unless he wanted whoever was watching to know that he was armed? You think maybe he knows we followed him?'
'It's possible,' said Finn. 'But why wave a laser around to scare off some would-be 17th-century muggers? I just had a rather nasty thought, old buddy.'
'You think Mongoose blew our cover already?'
'I'm open to any other explanations.'
They watched the chests being carried into the house. 'All right,' said Lucas, 'let's try and think this through. The woman's the one who rang a bell with me, but the old man's got a laser. So that means that both of them aren't what they seem to be. They could be Timekeepers, but then I've never run across any of the Timekeepers before, at least not to my knowledge. I recall that face from a mission, I'm certain of it.'
'A renegade soldier?' Finn said. 'Right, Darrow said the terrorists made contact with someone in the underground.'
'The only person in the underground we know is Hunter,' Lucas said.
'That we know,' said Finn. 'We could've run across someone in the underground and not known it. Or the woman could be someone we've worked with before who's joined the underground since then. Or who's joined the Timekeepers. Come on, think, where did you see her face?'
'I just can't place it,' Lucas said, exasperated. 'It's driving me crazy, but there's something wrong about her and I can't figure out just what it is.'
'Okay, leave it for now. It'll come to you. Let's get back to Mongoose. If he didn't blow our cover, then why's the old man waving a laser around?'
'Well, he wasn't waving it at us,' said Lucas. 'I don't think he knows we're watching him. But he thinks someone's watching him, someone from the future. Suppose Mongoose didn't blow our cover? What other explanation can there be?'
'That he blew his cover,' Finn said. 'Or that one of his people got careless and the Timekeepers know that someone's onto them.'
'We're going to have to have a serious talk with him,' said Lucas.
'Assuming that he's still alive,' said Finn. 'Damn spooks. They're going to make a mess of it, I just know it. They've got agents all over the place back here and the only one we know is Mongoose. And not only don't we know how to get in touch with him, we don't even know what he really looks like, with those damn disguises. All we can do is go back to the Luxembourg and wait to see if he or one of his people gets in touch with us.'
'That does seem to be our only course of action,' Lucas said.
'Maybe not,' said Finn. 'We could always push the panic button and see what happens.'
The men exchanged glances. Pushing the panic button was always a last resort. It meant activating the implant that would send out a signal to be picked up by any members of the Observer Corps who might be in the area. It was standard operating procedure for the referees to send teams of observers out into any time period being used as a battle scenario. These observers, acting as undercover overseers, seldom got involved in direct action themselves. Their duties were primarily operational. They were equipped with chronoplates to enable them to quickly move about in time if need be and they generally functioned as supervisors over the Search and Retrieve teams and as the eyes of the Referee Corps in the field. The only thing was, this wasn't a typical scenario. Officially, it wasn't an adjustment, at least not yet. It was still a TIA mission.
'You're thinking that we'd be in a hell of a mess if we pushed the button and nobody answered,' Finn said.
'Actually, that hadn't occurred to me, although now that you mention it, I see where that could be a problem. No, I was thinking that, officially, we still don't have any standing on this mission. If we pushed the panic button, we'd have to come up with some pretty convincing answers and we haven't got any. Not to mention the fact that activating the implant signals would enable the Timekeepers to trace us through their chronoplate.'
Both men recalled only too well their last mission, when a similar situation, a stolen chronoplate in the hands of the opposition, had resulted in the enemy's being able to trace their movements through their implants. The technology was necessary to be able to trace the movements of Temporal Corps soldiers in battle scenarios. However, since their last mission, there had been a change in procedure. The implants of soldiers in commando adjustment squads had been modified so that they could not be traced through chronoplates. Commandos on an adjustment mission were completely on their own unless one of two things happened. If a commando was killed, then his implant would automatically be activated, sending out a termination signal that would enable the S amp;R teams to locate the body, unless it were destroyed and the implant along with it. Otherwise, a commando could 'push the panic button,' activating the implant to signal the Observers, in which case, as Lucas had pointed out, any chronoplate would be able to pick up the transmission.
'Looks like we're caught between a rock and a hard place,' said Finn. 'We've had the deck stacked on us again. These people have lasers and a chronoplate and God only knows what else, while we're equipped with nothing but swords and daggers and a couple of horses. Anything else we'd have to draw from Mongoose, only we don't know where he is or if he's still alive. If he is and we act on our own, he blows our cover. If he's bought the farm and we call for help, we blow our cover. You know, that still leaves us one other option.'
'What's that?'
'Chucking it all and heading for the hills. I hear the Mediterranean is real nice this time of year. Now that we've got these fancy new implants that can't be traced unless we activate them, we could just disappear and take early retirement.'
Lucas chuckled. 'It's a tempting thought,' he said. 'There's only one thing wrong with it. Neither you nor I would last a month without going crazy. Besides, suppose the terrorists achieve a split and it turns up a future in which we were never born?'
'Can't happen,' Finn said. 'We've already been born. Our past is absolute. Mensinger proved-'
'Mensinger didn't prove anything when it came to temporal splits,' said Lucas. 'All he could do was theorize. No one's ever been affected by a split before. If it's all the same with you, I'd just as soon not be the first.'
'Yeah, well, I'm too young to retire anyway,' said Finn. 'It was just a thought.'
