“George,” Melina said with exasperation. “Talk some sense into this ape.” The miner across the table sat back in his chair. He looked relaxed and confident.
“Ya got some place to go?” George said reasonably. “Give the big guy a break.” Reluctantly, Tony let go of Melina’s arm. Then Quaid let go of him.
“Knock yourself out,” Tony said gruffly.
Melina rose and resumed her progress toward the stairs. Quaid followed, keeping a wary eye on Tony and the rest of the room. If any agents appeared—He lost his train of thought as he looked in surprise at the woman coming down the stairs.
She was a midget. Her head came no higher than Quaid’s waist and she was attired only in a push-up corset. She eyed Quaid with interest.
“Thumbelina, honey,” Melina said. “Take care of Tony, will ya? He’s got ants in his pants.”
The midget nodded, but kept her eyes on Quaid’s pectorals. “You need any help, holler,” she said with a suggestive smile.
In the upstairs hallway, Melina glanced back at him. Her seductive leer promised a good time ahead. She pulled open one of the doors that lined the hall and let him enter the room first.
Melina carefully pulled the door closed, turned to Quaid—and slapped him. “You bastard!” she bit out. “You’re alive! I thought Cohaagen tortured you to death!”
“Excuse me,” Quaid said, taken aback.
Her tone of voice and bearing were completely different. The cheap whore had vanished with the closing of the door. This was suddenly an intelligent and motivated woman, who even in her rage carried herself with a certain dignity. Quaid didn’t know what to make of this abrupt reversal.
“You couldn’t pick up a goddamn telephone?! You never wondered if I was all right? You weren’t just a tiny bit curious?”
Quaid was at a loss for words. He liked this woman a thousand times as well as the one in the barroom, but he understood her no better than the other. He just looked at her innocently.
Melina’s anger seemed to have been vented. The pressure was off now. She gazed at him, her expression changing again, her mood opaque.
Suddenly she flung her arms around him. She kissed him passionately. Quaid remained baffled, too surprised to cooperate very well.
“Oh, Hauser—thank God you’re alive!” she cried. So she did know him! How else would she have known that name? He made a halfhearted effort to pull away from her embrace. He hadn’t come for this, yet he did desire her.
“Melina… Melina…” Was that really her name? It seemed to fit, yet his memory did not leap. His heart pounding, he summoned the strength to push her away. “Melina!”
She paused, flushed and panting. “What?”
“There’s something I have to tell you…”
She waited, curious. Quaid continued with difficulty. “I don’t remember you.” That was an oversimplification, but it would have to serve. His dream image was just that: an image, without substance. He didn’t know this woman at all, any more than he knew Hauser. Had he really been out on the barren surface of Mars with her, exploring the Pyramid Mine?
Melina’s breathing had returned to normal. She looked confused. “What are you talking about?” she asked.
“I don’t remember you. I don’t remember us. I don’t even remember me.”
Melina gave a short laugh, not really believing him. “What, you suddenly got amnesia?” she said. “How’d you get here?”
Now they could get down to business. “Hauser left me a note.”
Melina obviously didn’t take him quite seriously. “Hauser? You’re Hauser.”
“Not any more.” She looked at him with puzzlement. “Now I’m Quaid. Douglas Quaid.”
A grin spread over Melina’s face. “Hauser, you’ve lost your mind.”
“I didn’t lose it. Cohaagen stole it. He found out that Hauser switched sides, so he turned him into somebody else.” Quaid shrugged. “Me.”
Melina regarded him suspiciously. “This is too weird.”
“Then he dumped me on Earth,” Quaid went on, “with a wife and a lousy job and—”
“Did you say wife?” Her eyes flashed. “Are you fuckin’ married?”
Quaid realized that he’d put his foot in it and scrambled to cover his tracks. “She wasn’t really my wife,” he said lamely.
“Oh, how stupid of me.” Sarcasm dripped from her voice. “She was Hauser’s wife.”
“Look,” Quaid said hastily. “Let’s forget I said wife.”
“No!” Melina was furious. “Let’s forget everything! I’ve had it with you! I’ve had enough of your lies!”
“Why would I lie to you?” He was exasperated. He was so close to filling in the empty spaces in his memory and it looked as though he’d never get any closer.
Her voice became icy. “Because you’re still working for Cohaagen.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said shortly. It was a mistake. She practically spit in his face.
“You never loved me, Hauser! You used me to get inside.”
“Inside what?”
Now she was even more suspicious. “I think you better go.” She got off the bed.
That was the last thing he wanted to do, and not just because of her sex appeal. “Melina, Hauser needs me to do something.” He pointed to his head. “He said there’s enough in here to nail Cohaagen for good.”
“It won’t work!” she snapped. “I’m not falling for it this time.”
“Help me remember,” he said, standing.
He stepped forward, but she stepped back. “I said get out!”
“Melina!” he pleaded. “People are trying to kill me!”
She bent to reach under her mattress. Quaid found himself staring down the barrel of a huge automatic pistol she swiftly brought up. “Really?”
He studied her steely eyes. There was no hope there.
Damn! This wasn’t just a loss of information, it was personal. He had found the woman of his dream, and she hated him.
With a sense of deep loss, he backed out of the room. As he closed the door, Melina gave up the struggle to hold back her tears. She had been a fool to believe that Hauser had ever loved her.
He had joined the rebel cause, proclaiming that he had seen the errors of his ways and wanted to help the poor people of Mars throw off the yoke of Cohaagen’s oppression. She had doubted his sincerity from the start. Cohaagen must have had a very low opinion of the rebels to think that he could plant a spy among them so easily. She had never let Hauser come anywhere near Kuato.
She had spent a lot of time with Hauser, though, in her role as watchdog for the Resistance, and while her mind had retained its initial mistrust, her heart had eventually betrayed her. The man was intelligent, amusing, and magnetically attractive, and he had claimed to be in love with her. Before she could stop herself, she had found herself falling in love with him. She wept with anger at herself now. How could she have let it happen? A rebel, in love with an Agency spy? It was obscene.
When he had disappeared, she had tried to dismiss him from her mind and heart. She had tried to lump him in with all the other turncoats and weasels in Cohaagen’s employ.
She had failed. When she had seen him in the bar, the old feelings had crowded in again. She knew he was trying to prey on those feelings. He was trying to use her again with his ridiculous story of amnesia and memory implants. It was an insult to her intelligence and she resented it, bitterly, but what could she do? She knew, deep in her heart, that she loved him still.
In the barroom, Benny had his hands all over Mary, who was fending him off expertly but without real conviction. “I said I’m available, not free,” she reminded him.