'I suppose,' Amelia said. Marty untied him and sat back.
'Thank you,' Ingram said, rubbing his forearms.
'What I'd like to know first is – '
What happened next was so quick that I couldn't have described it until after I saw the record from the overhead camera.
Ingram shifted his chair slightly, as if half-turning toward Marty as he spoke. Actually, he was just getting leverage and clearance.
In a sudden move worthy of an Olympic gymnast, he twisted out of the chair and up, clipping Marty on the chin with his toe, and then making a complete spin halfway down the table to where I was sitting, the pistol in my hand but not aimed. I got off one wild shot and then he slammed into my chest with both feet, breaking two ribs. He snatched the gun out of midair and shoulder-rolled off the table, landing feet-first with a balletic spin that ended with his foot catching me in the throat as I fell. It was probably intended to kick my brains out, but nobody's perfect.
I couldn't see much from my vantage point on the floor, but I heard Marty say 'Won't work,' and then I passed out.
I woke up back in my chair, with Megan Orr withdrawing a hypodermic gun from my bare forearm. A man I recognized but couldn't name was doing the same to Amelia-Lobell, Marc Lobell, the only one of the Twenty I hadn't jacked with.
It was as if we'd gone back a few minutes in time and had been given a chance to start over. Everybody was back in their original positions; Ingram safely tied up again. But my chest hurt with every breath and I wasn't sure I could talk.
'Meg,' I croaked. 'Dr. Orr?' She turned around. 'Can I see you when this is over? I think he broke a rib or two.'
'You want to come with me now?'
I shook my head, which hurt my throat. 'Want to hear what the bastard has to say.'
Marc was standing at the open door. 'Give me half a minute to get situated.'
'Okay.' Megan went over to Ingram, the only one not awake now, and waited.
'Observation room next door,' Mendez said. 'Marc watches what's going on and can flood the room with knockout gas in seconds. It's a necessary precaution, dealing with outsiders.'
'You really can't do violence, then,' Amelia said.
'I can,' I said. 'Mind if I kick him a few times before you revive him?'
'We can defend ourselves, actually. I can't imagine initiating violence.' Mendez gestured at me. 'But Julian presents a familiar paradox-if he were to attack this man, there's not much I could do.'
'What if he attacked one of the Twenty?' Marty asked.
'You know the answer to that. It would be self-defense, then. He'd be attacking me.'
'Should I go ahead?' Megan asked. Mendez nodded and she gave Ingram his shot.
He came to, instinctively pulling at his bonds, jerking twice, and then he settled back. 'Quick anesthetic, whatever it was.' He looked at me. 'I could have killed you, you know.'
'Bullshit. You did your best.'
'You better hope you never find out what my best is.'
'Gentlemen,' Mendez said, 'we'll agree that you two are the most dangerous people in this room – '
'Not by a long shot,' Ingram said. 'The rest of you are the most dangerous people under one roof in the whole world. Maybe in all of history.'
'We've considered that viewpoint,' Marty said.
'Well, consider it some more. You're going to make the human race extinct in a couple of generations. You're monsters. Like creatures from another planet, bent on our destruction.'
Marty smiled broadly. 'That's a metaphor I hadn't thought of. But all we're really bent on destroying is the race's capability for self-destruction.'
'Even if that could work, and I'm not convinced it could, what good is it if we wind up being something other than men?'
'Half of us aren't men to begin with,' Megan said quietly.
'You know what I mean.'
'I think you meant just what you said.'
'How much does he know,' I asked, 'about why this is urgent?'
'No details,' Marty said.
''The ultimate weapon,' whatever that is. We've been surviving ultimate weapons since 1945.'
'Earlier,' Mendez said. 'The airplane, the tank, nerve gas. But this one's a little more dangerous. A little more ultimate.'
'And you're behind it,' he said, looking at Amelia with an odd, avid expression. 'But all these other people, this 'Twenty,' know about it.'
'I don't know how much they know,' she said. 'I haven't jacked with them.'
'But you will, soon enough,' Mendez said to him. 'Then it will all become clear.'
'It's a federal offense to jack someone against his will.'
'Really. I don't suppose they'd be amused about our drugging someone and kidnapping him, either. Then tying him up for interrogation.'
'You can untie me. I see that physical resistance is futile.'
'I think not,' Marty said. 'You're just a little too fast, too good.'
'I won't answer any questions, tied up.'
'Oh, I think you will, one way or another. Megan?'
She held up the hypo gun and turned a dial on the side two clicks. 'Just give the word, Marty.'
'Tazlet F-3,' Megan said, smiling.
'Now that's really illegal.'
'Oh my. They'll just have to cut our bodies down and hang us again.'
'That's not funny.' Obvious strain in the man's voice.
'I think he knows about the side effects,' Megan said. 'They last a long time. Great for weight loss.' She stepped toward him and he shrank back.
'All right. I'll talk.'
'He'll lie,' I said.
'Maybe,' Marty said. 'But we'll find out the next time we jack. You said we were the most dangerous people in the world. Going to make the human race extinct. Would you care to amplify that statement?'
'That's if you succeed, which I don't think is likely. You'll convert a large fraction of us, from the top down, and then the Ngumi, or whoever, will step in and take over. End of experiment.'
'We'll be converting the Ngumi, too.'
'Not many and not fast enough. Their leadership is too fragmented. If you converted all the South American goomies, the African ones would step in and eat them up.'
Kind of a racist image, I thought, but kept it to my cannibal self.
'But if we do succeed,' Mendez said, 'you think that would be even worse?'
'Of course! Lose a war, you can rise up and fight again. Lose the ability to fight...'
'But there would be no one to fight,' Megan said.
'Nonsense. This thing can't work on everybody. You have one tenth of one percent unaffected, they'll arm themselves and take over. And you'll just give them the key to the city and do whatever they say.'
'It's not that simplistic,' Mendez said. 'We can defend ourselves without killing.'
'What, the way you've defended yourself against me? Gas everybody and tie them up?'
'I'm sure we'll work out strategies well ahead of time. After all, we'll have plenty of minds like yours at our disposal.'
'You're actually a soldier,' he said to me, 'and you go along with this foolishness?'
'I didn't ask to be a soldier. And I can't imagine a peace as foolish as this war we're in.'
He shook his head. 'Well, they've gotten to you. Your opinion doesn't count.'
'In fact,' Marty said, 'he's on our side naturally. He hasn't gone through the process. Neither have I.'
