"A hundred and fifty stories tall," said Forrester. "And it's not even a very tall building by the standards of this time."
Gulliver continued to stare raptly out the window at the panoramic view. Delaney came up to him and offered him a glass of whiskey.
"Here, Doctor," he said. "For medicinal purposes."
Gulliver sniffed the glass and smiled. "Good malt whiskey," he said, with a weak smile. “Thank God for something familiar."
He drained the glass.
"I think I had better sit down, if I may," he said.
"Please do," said Forrester. "I know things have been very confusing for you since you arrived here, Dr. Gulliver. One moment, you were in I 8th century London, and the next, you were somehow magically transported to a sort of prison cell and held there without explanation for twenty-four hours. In fact, it was not really a prison cell at all, but something we call a 'secure transport co-ordinate zone.' We maintain a number of such secure areas and one of their functions is to handle unusual cases such as yours, where it becomes necessary to transport someone from the past without adequate preparation or warning. It was necessary to hold you for that time so that we could take certain precautions."
"I know you must have many questions," Forrester continued. "So do we.
Alexander Steiger was a soldier, a Temporal Observer… a sort of spy, if you will.
Since Col. Steiger had no time to send us a complete report, he sent you, instead. Whatever it was that attacked you and killed Col. Steiger located you by means of this."
Forrester held up a little plastic envelope containing what looked like a tiny, bright blue seed.
"By means of that little thing? What is it?" Gulliver said.
"It is a highly sophisticated signalling device," said Forrester. "It's been deactivated. It was implanted under your skin, behind your left ear."
Gulliver's hand went to the spot behind his ear. "What?
But.. how? There is nothing…"
"You were rendered unconscious for a time," said Forrester. He held up his hand as Gulliver was about to speak. "Yes, I know you don't remember. And there is no point in feeling around behind your ear, Doctor. You will find no evidence of surgery, I assure you. Not even the faintest scar. Please, try to understand, we have the ability to do things that someone from your time could not even begin to understand. It is unavoidable that you will be exposed to some of them, and I will attempt to explain whatever I can if there is time; but in many cases, the explanation itself would require a complex explanation, and it would involve a challenge to your systems of belief. I know it is difficult, but please try to bear with me and accept that what I tell you is the truth. We need your help, Dr. Gulliver.
Millions of lives could be at stake. Will you help us?"
"I do not understand any of this, General," said Gulliver, nervously, "and I must admit that I am frightened, but somewhat less frightened now than when I first arrived here. You have been most considerate. And as you have pointed out, I have already seen things that defy belief on the island of the little people and somehow I have managed to accept them and survive. There is much here that I don't understand. I cannot comprehend how it is possible that I have been somehow transported a thousand years into the future, but I cannot deny the evidence of my senses."
He gestured at the window. "That is unquestionably not the world I came from.
Sandy.. or Cpl. Steiger, as you call him, accepted my tale when everyone else believed me to be mad. And now, because of me, he is dead. That, General, is something I can comprehend only too well. Yes, of course, I will do whatever I can to help."
"Good," said Forrester. "Then if you will bear with me, I'll attempt to answer some of your questions and explain who Sandy was and why he sent you here…"
"Excuse me, sir," said Forrester's orderly, interrupting them.
"Yes, Roberts, what is it?"
"Sgt. Danelli of the I.S.D. just called from the base hospital. There's been an attempt on Col. Steiger's life."
Delaney was out of his chair like a shot. "Is he all right?"
"He's been wounded, sir," said Roberts, "but I'm assured it's only superficial. In fact, I was told he'll be on his way up here momentarily. Unfortunately, both men on his security escort were killed. Sgt. Danelli said Col. Steiger is certain the Network was responsible. Obviously, someone knew he was going to be in that hospital morgue."
"Hell, he only left here less than twenty minutes ago!" said
Forrester.
"It's seems likely that someone affiliated with the Network reported that his brother's body was being brought in," said Sgt. Roberts. "Sgt. Danelli is going to be checking with the S amp; R team that brought Cpl. Steiger back and working back from there to see how many people knew about it. Along the line, someone must have leaked the information and an' assassin was sent to the hospital morgue on the theory that Col. Steiger would be bound to go there. I.S.D. found one of the pathologists murdered and stuffed into a supply closet. Col. Steiger felt, however, that there was another possibility."
"That this place is bugged," said Andre.
"What, my own quarters?" Forrester said, with disbelief.
"An I.S.D. unit is on its way to sweep for surveillance devices," Roberts said. "However, Sgt. Danelli seemed to think. it was an unlikely possibility. If they could get in here to plant a bug, then why not go ahead and plant a bomb?"
"We'd better get you out of here, sir," said Delaney.
"Well, now where the hell am I supposed to go?" said Forrester. "You think. it's any safer out there? Forget it. I'm not going to run from these people. I'm much better off being where they can make a try for me. That'll at least give us an opportunity to tackle them. Hiding won't solve anything. Besides, if they wanted to, they could take out this entire building with a small guided missile."
"I.S.D. has already anticipated that, sir," said Roberts.
"There's been an S. D. battery emplaced upon the roof. "
Forrester stared at him. "Are you serious? Somebody installed a Strategic
Defence battery on my roof! When?"
"Last week, sir," Roberts said. "It was air lifted into place and-“
"On whose orders?"
"Col. Steiger's, sir."
"Well, it's sure as hell nice of somebody to tell me!"
Forrester said.
"I… I'm sorry, sir, I thought you knew," said Roberts. "Well, it's a fine goddamn thing when the Director of Temporal Intelligence doesn't even know there's an autopulser battery up on his own roof! What the hen else has Col. Steiger authorised that I don't know about?"
"I've ordered your personal security increased, for one thing," Steiger said, walking in on the tail end of the conversation. He hadn't even stopped to change his torn and bloodied shirt. "And I don't want to hear any arguments about it, either. These people aren't playing around."
"Colonel, you're insubordinate!"
"'Fine, you want my damn birds, you can have 'em anytime you want," Steiger snapped back, ripping off his insignia and tossing them on the Floor at Forrester's feet. "I only know one way to do my job and that's not to take any halfass measures! You're not out in the field facing soldiers anymore; it isn't that straightforward. You're up against intelligence pros who make the Timekeepers look like a small time inner city street gang. The Network wants you dead and if I was a betting man, my money'd be on them. However, since I’m one of their targets too, I'd kinda like to make it a little harder for them to score a hit. They came pretty damn close just now and I almost bought it. I'm not about to let them get that dose to you. So either let me do my job or relieve me of command!"
There was a moment of shocked silence following his outburst, then Forrester softly cleared his throat.
"Are you finished?" he said.
"Yes sir, I'm finished, sir!"