'Where is 'our' home base?' said Andre.
'On a small island in this very time period, Miss Cross,' said Drakov. 'We shall arrive at the Greek islands well ahead of your former shipmates.'
'How do you manage to hide a robot of this size on a small Greek island?' asked Delaney.
Drakov smiled. 'I don't bother to try. I keep Talos right out in the open, standing astride the entrance to the harbor of Rhodes.'
'The Colossus of Rhodes,' said Steiger. 'One of the ancient wonders of the world. Very nice. Only how does the population of the island react when he disappears every now and then?'
'They never notice,' Drakov said. 'A careful log is kept of each temporal transition Talos makes. We merely clock back in a fraction of a second after we have left.' He frowned. 'Whoever our friends below are, they are apparently hesitant to join us. They think to catch us as we go back down. So much the better. They will shortly find themselves caught squarely in the middle..'
'In the middle of what?' said Delaney.
Drakov smiled. 'You shall see. Santos, have we arrived?'
'We're here,' said Benedetto, from above them. 'I've got the hominoids standing by. Want I should let them in?'
'By all means,' said Drakov. 'We mustn't keep our two guests downstairs waiting.'
Benedetto threw several levers and opened the door in the giant's ankle.
'This should prove to be amusing,' Drakov said. He beckoned them to the opening in the floor with his pistol. 'Why don't you lead the way?'
Delaney went down first, followed by Steiger and then Andre. Drakov went behind them, keeping them covered with his pistol. Benedetto remained behind. They descended the metal stair to the landing inside the hollow of the giant's chest. Below them, they could hear the sounds of battle. The report of plasma weapons being fired echoed up to them, accompanied by the screams of frenzied hominoids attacking the two men below them. Steiger ventured a quick glance over the metal guardrail. Below him, the interior of the robot lit up several times with the reflections of plasma blasts and he could see blue flame down there as figures burned, but as those who pressed the two intruders died, others replaced them. They heard more screaming and shouts and then the sound of booted feet on metal as someone came running up the steps toward them, moving fast.
'Drakov!' shouted Delaney. 'We're going to have company in a minute.'
'I can hear,' said Drakov, calmly.
'So what the hell are we supposed to fight with?' said Delaney.
'Think positive, Mr. Delaney,' Drakov said. 'Perhaps my hominoids will catch up with whoever it is and kill them before they reach you. If not, why then you'll have to use your ingenuity. Don't be concerned, I'll cover you.'
'Somehow I don't find that very reassuring,' said Delaney. He glanced back at Steiger and Andre.
'Nowhere to go,' said Steiger. 'Someone's coming up toward us with plasma weapons and Drakov's behind us with a plasma pistol of his own. We're caught between a rock and a hard place.' He glanced over the side. 'And it's a long way down.'
The running footsteps came closer, followed by the sounds of others pursuing from below. There were no more plasma blasts. Whoever was coming toward them wasn't wasting any time stopping to fire at those below.
'They're coming fast,' Delaney said, tensely.
A figure came running up onto the landing just below them. Drakov fired over their heads and the heat of the plasma blast singed their hair as it passed above them and slammed into the inside wall of the robot, just ahead of the running man below them. He jerked back from the wash of flame as melted bronze dripped down the wall and the superheated guardrail just ahead of him started to sag.
'Drop your weapon!' Drakov shouted.
The man started to raise his pistol, then saw Delaney standing just above him and he froze.
'My God, 'he said.
'Drop it, I said!' Drakov repeated.
The pistol clattered to the metal floor of the landing, bounced, and skittered over the side to fall to the bottom of the robot's leg. Drakov kept his pistol pointed at the man, but it was Delaney that the soldier stared at.
'Jesus Christ,' said Delaney, softly, staring at the man's face.
Andre didn't say a thing. She stood frozen to the spot, speechless, staring at the face of a man who couldn't possibly be alive, the face of Lt. Reese Hunter.
'The sight of you took about ten years off my life,' said Hunter. 'I saw you killed, torn to pieces, then some thirty seconds later, there you were standing right in front of me.'
They were locked in a room in the cellar of Drakov's palace on the island of Rhodes. They were in almost total darkness, with the only light coming from a small barred window high above them, level with the ground outside. The window was out of their reach and too small to squeeze through, even if they could have reached it and defeated the iron bars.
The man who spoke, addressing his comments to Delaney, was Reese Hunter, and yet he wasn't Hunter. The Reese Hunter Finn and Andre knew had been killed in 17th century Paris, assassinated by the Timekeepers. This was his doppelganger, his twin from the future of the congruent universe. The face, the name, everything about him was the same, except that he was a captain in the S.O.G., the Special Operations Group of the Temporal Army of the congruent universe, their elite commando force assigned to deal with temporal disruptions, specifically to conduct the war against the universe from which the temporal agents came. They knew him, and yet they didn't know him. And he 'knew' them, as well.
Finn Delaney's twin had been a member of the adjustment team, along with Captain Hunter, commanded by Major Kennedy, the man the temporal agents had known as Kovalos. They had been attempting to adjust the temporal disruption, thinking that the temporal agents were responsible, never suspecting that Drakov was behind it all. They had clocked several teams back and now only Hunter was left.
'Kennedy was going to signal the assault the moment the Infiltrators we had buried on the beach engaged the Argonauts,' said Hunter. 'We were going to hit from both sides. We were waiting for his signal when all hell broke loose. That damn giant robot clocked in right on top of us.' He took a ragged breath. 'The poor bastards were crushed. Finn and I were the only ones who got away. We tried to get back to Kennedy, up on the crest, and clocked in just in time to see him buy it. We couldn't see your faces from where we were. We didn't know what the hell was happening. We had no idea what Drakov was doing here. He was supposed to be working for us. Last time I saw him, he was updating the C.I.S. archives.'
'C.I.S.?' asked Steiger.
'Counter-Insurgency Section,' Hunter said. 'New branch of our Intelligence service.'
'The ones in charge of intelligence concerning us,' said Andre.
Hunter nodded. 'Anyway, we were trying to figure our next move when Drakov herded you three inside the robot. The minute I saw that, I knew he was the one responsible for hitting us, not you people. And we still didn't know who you were. Delaney decided to make a try for the door before it closed. Worst damn decision that fool ever made.' He glanced at Finn. 'Nothing personal.'
Delaney smiled wryly. 'Yeah, right.'
Hunter leaned back against the wall and gave out a small groan. 'Damn. Everything went wrong. We were going to jump you people as you came back down. We thought there was a chance we might have been spotted, but we figured what the hell, you had to get by us anyway, so it was worth a shot. We never put it together that Drakov was the one who stole the Infiltrator Project. The next thing we knew, that door was sliding open and they were coming in behind us, rushing up the stairs like an army of ants. We fired and fired and they just kept on coming. Delaney ran out of plasma charges and they got him. Tore him apart with their bare hands. I never saw anything like it.'
Delaney shuddered at the thought of his twin from the congruent universe being slaughtered while he was standing on the stairs just overhead.
'I would've burned him to save him from that agony,' Hunter went on, 'only I had run out of charges, too.
