Wallachstein, Lizard and the other two were standing there, waiting for me.
"Uh-" I said. "Hi." And lowered the towel to my waist. "Can I, uh, offer you a ... seat?" Only Lizard smiled; she turned her head to hide it. The others just looked grim.
"Thank you," said Colonel Wallachstein. "I think we prefer to stand."
"Well-" I said. "It's nice of you to drop in like this. I wish you would have phoned ahead, though, so I could have tidied up a little-"
If Wallachstein was angry, he hid it well. He kept his voice flat and emotionless. His dark eyes were unreadable. He indicated the empty room. I'd pretty well stripped it bare. "Is there some explanation for all this-?"
I shifted my weight to what I hoped was an assured stance. "Yes. I was bored."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Someone locked me in. Disconnected the terminal. I didn't have anything else to do. I began to experiment with the psycho-acoustic properties of falling objects, trying to determine which common household items made the most satisfying crashes."
"I see ... and what did you determine?"
"Ceramic lamps are very nice. So are beer kegs. And almost any liquid-filled bottle. Chairs and mattresses are impressive, but dull."
Wallachstein nodded thoughtfully. "I'll remember that for future reference. In case I'm ever in a situation where I need to use those facts." He looked at me curiously. "Is there anything else you want to add?"
"Yes, I think there is," I said. I started off slowly. "I'd like to know why I was locked in here, for one thing! You asked me to cooperate with you. Is this how you guarantee it? Or is there something else going on that I don't know about? Have you and your disappearing committee that doesn't exist already decided my fate? Do I still exist? I suppose you don't want my opinion in the matter, do you? And while I'm at it, I want to know what ever happened to fair trials. I still don't even know what I'm charged with! I think I want an attorney present before we go any further." I folded my arms across my chest-then had to grab my towel to keep it from falling. I resumed the pose, but the effect had been spoiled.
Wallachstein took a moment before answering. He glanced around the room as if looking again for a place to sit, then looked back at me. "Well, yes-I suppose we do owe you an apology for that. It was a mistake."
"Was it?" I demanded. "How come everything is always a mistake? Doesn't anybody around here do anything on purpose anymore?"
"Like the furniture?" he prompted.
"Yeah, like the furniture! That was on purpose." I shoved my chin out in what I hoped was a pugnacious expression. "You want me to pay for it? I have fifty thousand caseys."
He shook his head, held up a hand. "Don't bother. This room doesn't exist. Neither does the furniture. Neither do I. And, perhaps-neither do you. If you'll shut up and listen for a moment......"
That brought me down. I shut up.
"The fact that you were detained against your will is unfortunate. I assume full responsibility. I gave an order and it was misinterpreted. I apologize. I can understand-and sympathize-with your reaction. In fact, it's something of a healthy sign. It indicates you have a side that is not only independent, but occasionally downright antisocial. For our purposes, those are valuable traits." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully and went on. "Now, as to your other questions: there was no hearing. You were never on trial. You were never charged. Do you understand?"
"Uh . . ." There was that question again. "Yes, sir. I do."
"Good. The paperwork has been destroyed. There's nothing on record to indicate that you committed a breach of security. Furthermore, I've placed on record a copy of your orders, which you received yesterday morning in writing, instructing you to report the information about the fourth Chtorran to the members of this conference, in whatever forum available. Do you understand?"
"Uh, yes, sir."
"Good. Now go get dressed. There's something else we have to talk about, and I'd prefer to do it a little more formally."
"Yes, sir." I retreated to the bathroom, downed a handful of Sober-Ups and pulled on my clothes. It was while I was running a brush through my hair that I overheard raised voices. One of them was Lizard's.
She was saying, "-still disagree. It isn't fair."
"It's a fact of life, Major! We're all expendable." I didn't recognize the voice. Mr. Darkfellow?
"That's not the point! It's this particular operation! It's slimy!"
"It's necessary! We've been forced by circumstance. The decision has already been made-"
And then, suddenly, there was silence-as if someone had realized how loud they were all getting and had hushed them. I frowned at myself in the mirror. What the hell was going on now? What kind of rabbit hole was I falling into this time?
I clipped my hair in the back, splashed some more water on my face, toweled carefully, counted to ten and came back into the room.
Only Wallachstein was left. The others were gone. Lizard. The Japanese lady. Mr. Darkfellow.
Wallachstein said, "I asked them to leave. It was getting a little loud."
"Something you didn't want me to hear?"
"Perhaps. I have a job to offer you. It's rather dangerous. But I think you're qualified for it."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because you're one of the few personnel around who has both a scientific background and first-hand experience with Chtorrans in the field."
"What's the job?"
"I want to put you into the Chtorran Control Section of the Agency."
"I thought that's where I was already."
He shook his head. "That's not a permanent operation. It's only a temporary holding of the line while we try to figure out what we're really up against. We're putting together something a little more responsible. You'll do pretty much what you were doing up at Alpha Bravo-searching out and destroying pockets of infestation. The only difference is that we'll be using the team to develop methods of capturing Chtorrans alive-if we can. The only live specimen we have to date may be an atypical example. You've seen it, I've heard."
I nodded.
"So how does that sound to you, McCarthy?"
I shrugged. "It's not exactly what I had in mind. I want to be attached to the Science Center here. I want to finish what I started with those specimens."
Wallachstein shrugged it away. "Don't bother. Let one of Molly's button-pushers play with that stuff. We find those things every time we find` a hut. The only reason we still collect them is to keep Dr. Partridge's section so busy they can't get into trouble anywhere else. So far, it works. We keep a man in her section to keep us posted if anything interesting comes in. I believe you met him. By the way, that was a nice piece of work, figuring out that the Chtorrans live under a red sun."
"Thank you. But the job isn't finished."
He shook his head. "It's unimportant. Those specimens are unimportant."
"Huh? Then why were we flown in on a priority flight?"
"You figure it out. What did you deliver?"
"Millipedes. Plants. Scrapings-"
"Worthless. We've got specimens."
"-Chtorran eggs!"
"Mm-hm. Maybe. We'll know when they hatch." Wallachstein was unimpressed. "What else? What did you bring in worth fifty thousand caseys?"
"Oh!" The lockbox. "The memory clip."
Wallachstein nodded. "All that other stuff was just a cover. To tell the truth, I wish you'd left it behind."
"Huh? Why?"
"Look around-you see this city? It looks like it survived, right? Wrong. It's too big. It's not supportable. We don't have the people. It's just a matter of time until it breaks down."
"I thought the government wanted to bring the people back into the cities."
"It does. But militarily, it's not a good idea. What if we have another plague? We lose everything all over again. We can't risk it. No, we're more convinced than ever of our need to decentralize, especially our labs. I want every unit in the country to be studying the Chtorrans independently. We'll have the network fully reestablished by the end of next month, so you'll be in full communication with everyone else's work at the same time. I can offer you that. You'll be in communication with some of our best brains."