'Please, Mr. Wells, do as she says,' said Neilson. 'Above all else, we have to keep you safe.'
Reluctantly, Wells complied.
'Anything?' said Neilson, glancing at her quickly while he crossed the room to check the other windows.
She shook her head, 'Nothing. I hope like hell it stays that way, but I've got a nasty feeling that it won't.'
'Where the hell is everybody?' Neilson said.
'Delaney left awhile ago to cover the docks,' she said. 'You and Craven were supposed to cover Stoker. Along with some newspaper clippings of the Whitechapel murders, we found a copy of Stoker's book in Drakov's abandoned headquarters. It had obviously been left there for us to find. Andre left to cover Conan Doyle. You didn't see her?'
Neilson shook his head.
'Terrific,' Christine said wryly. 'Well, it looks like it's just you and me, kid. Steiger clocked ahead to Plus Time just before you came to see if Forrester could send us any reinforcements. You'd better hope like hell that he gets back with some and soon.”
'I can't do it, Creed,' said Moses Forrester, sitting behind the large mahogany desk in his well-appointed office. He was a massive man, completely bald and wrinkled with age, but he was in superb physical condition. His arms were as big around as most men's thighs and his thick chest filled out the blouse of his black base fatigues, unadorned except for his insignia of rank and his division pin. 'I'm sorry. I just haven't got the available manpower.'
'You've got a battalion of commandos in reserve on standby duty,' Steiger said. 'All I'm asking for is some additional personnel, let me have ten commandos, just ten-'
'I can't do that,' Forrester said, cutting him off. 'You know that just as well as I do. I'm required to keep the counterinsurgency battalion at full strength in case of a temporal alert, a crossover by troops from the alternate universe. Besides, they're all combat commandos. None of them are trained temporal adjustment personnel. Even if my hands weren't tied by regulations-•
'Screw regulations!' Steiger said, losing his patience. 'Who the hell is going to miss ten soldiers? I'm telling you-'
'And I'm telling you, Colonel,' Forrester said, rising from his chair and towering over Steiger, 'that I am in no position to spare you any additional personnel!'
Forrester was the most informal of commanders and it was always a danger signal when he started addressing his junior officers by their rank.
'Now I made you my executive officer and I sent you out to do a job,' he said. 'I expect to see you get it done. Isent you out on this assignment with more support personnel than I ever gave your predecessor, Major Priest. You're not the senior covert field agent for the TIA anymore. The days of the agency being able to function without justifying itself or its expenditures are over. It's been made part of the regular army and placed under my command and I have to account to the Referee Corps for every single soldier I send out to Minus Time. I was originally allocated only one adjustment team for this mission, but I fought to get you a support unit. Now you're telling me that's not enough. If you can't take the heat, get the hell out of the kitchen and I'll appoint somebody who isn't so sensitive to pressure.'
Steiger stiffened. 'That's not how it is and you know it,' he said. 'You sent us out on an investigative mission, but it's become a great deal more than that. We're faced with a terrorist infiltration by genetically engineered creatures capable of spreading a contagion that's a far greater threat to temporal stability than any invasion by enemy troops. We're looking at a biowar aimed at making our species self-destruct, for God's sake. And you know who's behind it.'
Forrester's eyes went hard. 'Idon't need to be reminded of that, Colonel.'
'Maybe you do.' said Steiger, losing his temper. 'After all, it's your mess we're trying to clean up!'
The color drained out of Forrester's face and Steiger instantly regretted his outburst.
'Damn it,' he said. 'I'm sorry, sir. That was way out of line.' Forrester seemed to deflate. He sat down slowly. Steiger gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, wishing he could take back what he had said.
'Sir, I-'
Forrester held up his hand and Steiger clamped his mouth shut, his jaw muscles working.
'There's no need to apologize.' said Forrester. 'You're absolutely right.” He took a deep breath and expelled it slowly. 'My son is my responsibility. I should have killed him when I had the chance. I couldn't bring myself to do it. There's no excuse.”
'Sir, I had no right to say that. I know what you must have been going through-'
'Do you, Creed?' Forrester said softly. 'Do you really? How could you possibly know? People have died because of my mistake and all I've done is pass the buck. I can't remember the, last time I had a good night's sleep. It just keeps eating away at my guts, chewing me up. '
Steiger stood there silently, hating himself. There was nothing he could say. The Old Man was right, the pressure had been getting to him and he had lashed out, thoughtlessly, hitting Forrester below the belt. It was hard enough knowing you had a son who was insane and hated you without having to send people out to hunt him down and kill him.
'I've seen my son face-to-face just once in my entire life,' said Forrester, 'and that was over the blade of a knife. And even then, I don't believe he was a criminal. He was angry, hurt, confused, but he wasn't evil. He wasn't insane, at least not then. Whatever's happened to him, whatever he's become. it's my responsibility and I'm going to have to live with that.'
He opened the top drawer of his desk, took out a warp disc and strapped it on.
'Sir,' said Steiger, 'what are you doing?'
'What I should have done a long time ago,' Forrester said. 'Take responsibility. Clean up my own mess.'
'Sir, with all due respect, you can't do that,' Steiger said. “That would be abandoning your post in wartime. Under the regulations, the penalty for that is-'
'To use your own words, Steiger,' Forester said. 'screw regulations.'
He summoned his administrative adjutant. Lieutenant Cary.
'I'm clocking out to the Minus Side,' he told the startled young woman.”I’m not sure how long I'm going to be hack there, but I'm programming my disc for clockback coordinates rive minutes from now. Cover for me, If anything comes up,
I'm relying on your best judgment to issue orders in my name. Wait six minutes. If I'm not back by then or if a crossover alert comes down while I'm away, get on the horn to Director General Vargas and report me A.W.O.L. on the Minus Side.'
Her eyes grew wide. 'But, sir-'
'That's an order. Cary.'
'Yes, sir,' she said, swallowing hard, 'I understand that, but if I report you A.W.O.L. to Director Vargas, do you realize what that means'?'
'It means I'll probably be dead,' said Forrester, 'so I guess it won't matter much to me one way or another.' He strapped on his sidearm and glanced at Steiger. 'Let's go.”
10
'I shall ask you one more time, madame,' Grayson said, pacing back and forth across his office at Scotland Yard, 'what is your real name and what is your purpose here in London?'
'I've already told you,' Linda Craven said. She was sitting in a straight- backed wooden chair placed against the wall. A uniformed policeman stood beside her. 'My name is Craven, Linda Craven, and I am an American citizen. I am part of a research group preparing a series of texts-•
'You're lying,' Grayson said, stopping directly in front of her. He did not raise his voice.
'Inspector, I resent your accusation,' she said stiffly. 'Why am I being treated like this? I have been assaulted and the gentleman I was with was murdered in a horrible manner, yet you are questioning me as if I were the criminal! What possible reason' would I have for lying to you'?'
