A prisoner, then, of whom? It could only be the Jevlenese organization, whatever it was, that Baumer was mixed up with. It was clear now that he had been acting under instructions from them when he called her. Whether he had known their exact intentions or purpose made little difference. She stared at the door and thought of the countless movie sequences she had seen, telling her what to do in this kind of situation: wait behind it for a guard to come in with a tray of food, surprise and overpower him, and then contrive an escape. Simple. Nothing could have seemed more ridiculous.
Then, as if triggered by her very thinking about it, the door opened. For a moment, Gina wondered if she was in a VISAR created world for some reason. There would have been no way of telling the difference.
But the person who came in wasn’t a guard with a tray. It was a woman in a loose green trouser-suit gathered at the ankles and secured in the middle by a wide belt. Her features were loose and fleshy, and her hair was streaked with gray and tied severely behind her head. With her was a shortish man in a straight-cut coat of gray trimmed with blue, whom Gina had no reason to know was Eubeleus’s aide, Iduane.
They stood looking curiously at her for a few seconds. She stared back with what she hoped was a passable imitation of defiant indifference; inside, something in her chest was turning back flips.
“So, again you are with us,” the woman said. Her manner was matter-of-fact, dispassionate. “A resetting of the short-term neural circuits. Nothing that you should worry about. You simply lose a few unimportant memories. Some people’s take longer to reintegrate than others.” The words were coming from her mouth. She was speaking her imperfect, accented English naturally, Gina realized.
“How-” Gina’s throat had gone dry. She forced saliva into her mouth and tried again. “How long have I been here?”
“Not long. Under a day, a little.”
Too passive, Gina told herself. She was starting to react submissively already. “You’ve no right to keep me for any time at all,” she said, mustering some firmness and straightening up. “I demand-”
“Oh, please not to waste time with the theatrics,” the woman said. “This is not the over legislated USA. Rights are flexible on Jevlen. And in any case, it is we who decide what they are.”
“And who, exactly, is ‘we’?”
“We are the ones who ask questions.” The woman pulled over a chair and sat down facing Gina from the far side of the room. The man remained standing. Gina’s impression was that he didn’t speak English. The woman went on. “And the first thing we like to know is exactly who you are?”
“I’m a writer,” Gina replied. “I write books. Is that okay with you?”
“And why do you come to Jevlen?”
Gina had read that the only safe strategy in an interrogation situation was to say absolutely nothing from the start, and stick to it. But somehow, now, the pressure of the reality made it impossible. She had to say something to ease her tension. “If it’s any of your business, I’m researching a book on Jevlenese agents who were infiltrated to Earth throughout history.”
“Yes, that is very interesting. But now tell us the real reasons.”
Gina shook her head and tried to look bewildered. “What real reasons? That’s it… I don’t know any other reasons.”
“Oh, come on. You think we are fools just because the Thuriens turn off our computer? You were sent to Baumer as spy. You pretended you agree with the things he believes, so you will get him to talk. And you think that we won’t check the books you write? You detest all the things he believes in.”
Gina swallowed. “You’re crazy. Who the hell would I be spying for?”
“Well, you work with group from UNSA, aren’t you?”
“You mean the scientists?”
“Of course, the scientists.”
“What of it? I’m an American, for God’s sake. They’re from the same planet: fellow beings. I like being around my own kind. Is there something funny about that?”
“Ah yes, all true… But what are they doing on Jevlen?” the woman asked. She raised a hand. “Before you speak, I save you from wasting both our times. This story they tell about coming to look at Ganymean science is just cover. We know that. They come because they are friends of Garuth and the Ganymeans who are put in charge of Jevlen. They come here to do something for them. What is it? And what part in it do they give to you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I came here independently.”
“But you already talk to UNSA in Washington.”
“For help on my book, sure. But there were complications. They turned me down.”
“But was it not them who put you in the Vishnu? You come here for them, in disguise.”
“Bullshit. I figured that if they weren’t going to help, I’d get what I wanted in my own way. I made my own arrangements. I only got involved with the scientists after we left Earth. I’d met one of them before.”
“So, what do they come here for?” the woman asked again. “Why do UNSA send them to Jevlen?”
“I’ve told you everything I know.”
“I don’t believe you. Why you lied to Baumer?”
“Look, I’ve had just about enough of this. I don’t have to talk to you. Who the hell do you think you are to go around snatching people off the street? What business is it of yours why I do what I do?”
The man and the woman held a muttered exchange in Jevlenese. (Although not understanding the words, the man seemed to have read the gist. The woman sighed and massaged her eyebrows. Gina began to feel more confident, telling herself that she wasn’t doing so badly. And then the door opened. Gina looked up, and her mouth dropped open as she recognized the tall, yellow-haired figure with icy blue eyes, clad in a green robe with a maroon-lined hood thrown back on his shoulders. It was the Axis of Light’s “Deliverer,” Eubeleus.
“You’ve spent too many years on Earth among those Russians, Anna,” he said to the woman, addressing her in Jevlenese but using her adopted Terran name. “The habits you acquired there are finding it hard to die. I warned you that you wouldn’t get anywhere this way.” He glanced at Gina. “But fortunately it’s of little consequence. Bring her through.”
The faint, self-congratulatory smile had frozen on Gina’s face. At his tone, and the motion that he made with his head in the direction he had appeared from, a heavy weight seemed to drop in her stomach.
“So, you don’t want to talk like good friends,” the woman said, standing up from the chair. “That doesn’t matter, because now we go to more effective ways.” She read the apprehension on Gina’s face and emitted a laugh. “Oh, you don’t need any worry. Read too many books, maybe. Those things old-fashioned and not very nice. Today, all very painless. You remember nothing.”
Eubeleus moved aside from the doorway, and Gina saw for the first time the two men waiting outside. The Jevlenese woman looked back at her. “Only question is, do you cooperate now and come with us, or do we have to make it undignified?”
Although Gina knew she was powerless to change anything, instincts took over. She shrank back against the end of the couch, gripping the edge and shaking her head mutely. The two attendants moved into the room. Iduane voiced a command to activate the coma-wave resonator trained on the couch from a recess in the ceiling… and that was the last that Gina knew of anything until several hours later.
She was unaware of being taken to another room where the neurocoupler was situated; of the soft contours of the recliner as she was laid down in it; or the discarnate, exploratory fingers stealing into her mind…
“She’s a fraud, as was suspected,” the machine’s voice announced.
Being the Axis’s headquarters, the Temple in Shiban could always draw on the core part of JEVEX that had been left running. “Her meeting with Hunt aboard the Vishnu was contrived to make her subsequent liaison with the UNSA group seem more natural. Her initial approach to UNSA in Washington was as she described. Caldwell saw it as an opportunity to enlist her help for his own purposes, and Hunt put the proposition to her before she returned to Seattle.”