Or put her in a cell with Nazis?
Another blue flash.
It came on only when she whizzed by.
Was her passage triggering the lights? She looked down. The bicycle had a small metal box attached with two screws to its frame. It was blinking, too.
Like a beacon. An airplane transponder. An ankle bracelet.
Oh, no.
The blue lights were tracking her.
U p on the surface, Kurt Raeder’s Mercedes screeched to a halt at the Compact Muon Solenoid detector, at the far side of the collider ring. Ursula Kalb had driven like a madwoman to let Jakob get ahead of Rominy and descend to cut the American off. Now he leaped from the passenger seat and leaned in for final instructions.
“Our second Fuhrer is dead, but the staff has been energized. We’re going to have to start over, Ursula, but we’ll be able to demonstrate its potential for key allies. We’ll have more powerful backers than ever.”
“If you can get the staff from the girl.” Even from here they could hear sirens. The burning propane tanks threw lurid light into the sky. Police lights blinked from the Atlas complex and they could hear the rattle of gunfire. The Nazi plan had turned into a disaster, but she didn’t say that. Her life, her love, had turned into disaster, too, but she didn’t say that, either.
“The cause is not lost,” Jakob said. “Trust me, Rominy still has feelings for the man she knows as Jake. I’ll persuade her. I’ll subdue her. And when I come back to the surface with the staff we’ll go into hiding to reorganize.”
“You must kill the American girl.”
“No. She’s still a breeder.”
Kalb looked out the windshield with gloom.
“Wait for me. I won’t be long.”
“If you are, I won’t wait.”
“Understood. If I don’t return…”
Ursula nodded. “I have the cyanide.”
She watched him jog toward the CMS detector building. As he entered to take the elevator underground, a helicopter roared over the Mercedes, stabbing the grounds with a searchlight.
Ursula Kalb looked up. Kurt had moved too fast, with insufficient preparation, and had refused to listen to her caution. The staff’s recovery had excited him too much. She admired his keenness, but it had eroded his discipline. The night was another Stalingrad. Now, catastrophically, her lover was gone. So as soon as the door closed behind the young believer, she lowered the window and pitched out the poison pills and her Fellowship identification. She didn’t want to have to answer awkward questions if stopped.
Yes, they would start again. But not with a damned American girl bred to Kurt Raeder.
Ursula didn’t think Jakob would emerge. Police were converging. So she put the car in gear and began driving, at the exact speed limit, away from the collider. She had prepared a safe house on the Amalfi coast and by dawn she could be in Italy. She touched the leather. It was a very fine Mercedes.
But Ursula Kalb did not intend to leave Geneva just yet. There was a blood debt to be answered.
R ominy realized the Nazis knew where she was.
She slowed the bicycle, wondering what to do. And then, as she coasted toward the next junction point, someone was standing in her way. The figure was still but alert, poised, like a gunfighter. She felt sick, stupid, trapped.
It was Jake. Somehow he’d gotten ahead of her.
Her concentration lost, her bike wheel wobbled. It glanced off the pipe in the narrow walkway and suddenly she lost control. Her tire hit a flange and she cartwheeled over the handlebars, landing hard and skinning her knees.
Just like in the Safeway parking lot.
The staff clattered down next to her.
Wincing, she boosted herself up on her arms, glaring ahead at Jake. This was the bastard who’d arranged to have her MINI Cooper, thirty-nine payments still outstanding, blown into scrap metal. Who’d lied to her, imprisoned her, handcuffed her, and seduced her with his remorseless cunning. And now he was smiling in triumph.
“It’s over, Rominy,” he called. “My men are behind you, too. You can’t escape, because we still need that shaft. This isn’t what we wanted to happen for you or Kurt. But now we’re left to carry on the quest. You and me.”
“For the master race.”
“For world harmony, with all pollutants finally eradicated.” He aimed a pistol at her. “I’d hoped you’d be our queen by now.”
“You are so sick.”
He shook his head. “Idealistic. Give me the shaft.” He stayed a cautious thirty feet away, the automatic pointed. “I will shoot you if I have to.”
“You think you can hide from the police after this fiasco?”
“Rominy, we are the police.”
She rocked back on her heels and painfully stood up. “At least I don’t have to be raped by my great-grandfather.”
“Yes, we’ll have to find another Adam and Eve. The shaft, please.”
She picked it up. The material was smooth and warm, a cross between plastic and carbon fiber, and she wondered what it was made of. It tingled when she touched it, vibrating slightly, and the glow it gave off was weirdly beautiful, even hypnotic. “I was really falling in love with you, Jake.”
He nodded. “It was for your own good.”
Just beyond him, near where the tunnel joined the next connector point and detector, there was a small blue tank. Hoses led to a white pipe that ran next to the tunnel’s large blue pipe, and more pipes connected the two. Couplings were white with frost. Something very cold was in there. Lettering on the tank said HE.
He? Who? But no, what did that mean? Something tickled from chemistry course work with the periodic table. Rominy retained more science than this man gave her credit for, and she longed for something terrible to match her own coldness.
Liquid helium, she recalled, was very, very cold.
She pointed the staff at Jake Barrow.
“Careful with that!” Jake warned. “Don’t make me shoot you.” She realized he was nervous. She finally had a weapon. Had it received enough charge from the… what had Raeder called it? A proton beam? She took courage from Jake’s fright.
“Don’t make me shoot you. Put your pistol down, Jake.”
“Rominy, we don’t have time for this.”
“Let’s take time with the authorities. Your police and mine. Let’s talk this out in an interrogation room somewhere.”
“I know you’re rattled. It’s understandable. But what you’re holding is very, very dangerous. Please lower the tip before you hurt yourself.”
“If you lower the gun, Jake.”
He hesitated, thinking. “How can I trust you?”
She gasped. “How can you trust me?”
He lowered his pistol barrel slightly. “Okay, I’m moving my aim. You do the same. We need to talk, Rominy. Talk and think about the future.”
She began aiming the shaft to one side. “Keep your gun down, Jake. I’m very jumpy.”
“Me, too. Don’t point that rod at me.”
“It’s aimed at the wall.” Aimed at that tank that said HE. How did her weapon work? How could it work? There was no trigger, no switch.
“We’re pioneers of science,” Jake said. “Right here. Right now.”
How she longed that the Vril staff would zap that creepy bastard! So she poured all of her hatred of Jake Barrow into the core of her being, infusing her very soul, and let it pour down her arm and into her hand, and from her hand to the shaft. She wished, with her consciousness, for it to destroy that helium tank.
“It’s not too late for you and me to make utopia,” Jake tried.
Suddenly she experienced unity, but not the warm feeling of brotherhood she’d experienced on a Kunlun mountain. This was a link to something vastly darker and frighteningly powerful, terrifying and wonderful, a momentary glimpse of a universe of strange matter and different energies that had always been invisible. Rominy saw.
“It’s not too late to join us. Join me.”