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Give Floyd that-his reflexes were great. He was twisting and chopping towards Othred’s neck the second he moved – stopped when I called a halt.
“Friends, Floyd, Down boy! Ugly-looking monster friends who are getting us out of here. If you look around you, you will see that all our enemies are paralyzed with indecision-and will stay that way until we are gone. Don’t trip over the pieces of the Killerbot on the way out. And, Vesta, if you please. Tap that fake ball of fur with your magic wand so it can join us.”
“What the hell is going on?” Floyd said, blinking in confusion as he tried to understand what was happening.
“I feel that some explanation is in order,” Aida said, and Fido barked with exasperation.
“Second the motion,” Floyd said.
“Forthcoming. As soon as we are out of here. Will you be so kind as to lead the way back to the surface.”
I turned to thank my temporal saviors, but they were already gone. Not only short on imagination but bereft of ma
“Time to leave,” I said. “Since I have no idea how long the nasties are going to stand around that way. Go?”
“Explain!” Floyd shouted. Not in the best of moods.
“In a moment,” I equivocated – and stopped dead. For I had suddenly been possessed of an even more horrifying idea. All this playing with time – what had it done for my personal poisonous deadline! I groped for my pendant skull-computer but of course it was gone with the rest of my equipment. How much time had passed? Was the poison now taking effect? Was I about to die…?
Sweating and trembling I dropped the replacement artifact temporooter and grabbed up the plastic poodle.
“Aida – is Fido transmitting?”
“Of course.”
“What time is it-I mean what day? No cancel that command. Get on to the Admiral now. Ask him how much time I have left. When is the deadline? Now-please. Don’t ask me any questions. He’ll know what you are talking about. Do it! And fast!”
Time dragged by on very sluggish feet I will tell you. Floyd must have heard the desperation in my voice for he stayed silent. A second, a minute – a subjective century crawled by before I had my answer. Aida must have done it – and made a good co
“Good to hear from you, Jim… ”
“Don’t talk. Listen. I don’t know what day it is. How much time is there to the deadline?”
“Well, Jim, I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you – ”
“You are not me and I am worried and answer the question or I will kill you slowly first chance I have. Speaking of killing… “ I found that I couldn’t go on.
“I meant it when I said don’t worry. The threat of the thirty-day poison is over.”
“You have the antidote?”
“No. But the thirty days are past. Two days ago!”
“Past!! Then I’m dead!”
But I wasn’t dead. My brain spluttered and clanked and slipped back into gear. Thirty days past. No antidote. I was alive. I could hear my teeth grating as I spoke.
“Then the thirty-day poison-the whole thing was a fake from the start, wasn’t it?”
“I am afraid that it was, and I do apologize. But you must realize that I did not know about it until now. Only one person had that information, the instigator of the operation.”
“Admiral Benbow!”
“I’m afraid that information is not mine to reveal.”
“You don’t have to-it reveals itself. That lawyer who gave me the drink was just doing as directed. Lawyers will do anything if you pay them enough. Benbow was in charge and Benbow invented the poison plot to keep me in line.”
“Perhaps, Jim, perhaps.” His voice, even when transmitted through the agency of a plastic dog, reeked of insincerity and equivocation. “But there is nothing we can do about it now. A thing of the past. Best forgotten. Correct?”
I nodded and thought-then smiled. “Correct, Admiral. Why don’t we just forget about the whole thing. All’s well that ends well and tomorrow is another day. Forget it.”
For now, I thought to myself, but did not speak that important little codicil aloud.
“I’m glad you understand, Jim. No hard feelings then.”
I dropped the dog, turned and clapped Floyd happily on the shoulder, bent and picked up the replacement artifact.
“We did it, Floyd, we did it. I will explain everything as we walk. In great detail. But as you can see we are free, in possession of this artifact. Mission accomplished. Now-lead on, faithful Fido, since you have memorized the entrance-and-exit path. But go slowly, for it really has been one of those days.”
I was hungry and thirsty. But even more thirsty for-what? Revenge? No, revenge was a dead end. If not vengeance-what then?
The time had come for a little evening up, a little sorting out of the record. I had been taken in completely by the poisonous con job. So before the last I was dotted, before the last alien artifact laid to rest, I was going to see that a little justice got done.
On my terms.
Chapter 27
“Carry this for a bit, will you Floyd,” I said, passing over the replacement temporooter. We were leaving the last lit tu
“I don’t wonder. But you have to understand-my patience has just run out. So work hard and see if you can dig up enough energy to tell me just what happened. I am now completely confused. I remember that I wasted the Killerbot with that gun you now have tucked into your belt, the one Fido brought to me. Then I jumped through the door and told you to get down so I could blast the Commander as well as anyone else who was looking for trouble.”
“That’s just the way I remember it.”
Fido barked and turned a corner from one dark tu
“I remember pulling the trigger-then suddenly you are holding the gun, not me, and right next to me there are two creatures, people, robots, something like that. I blink and look into the lab and everyone is standing like they are frozen. Nothing moves-but nothing. Then when I look back I see that the two metal things have vanished. So I am begi
“I wish I knew. I saw the same things you did. I don’t know what happened.”
“But you must know-you were talking to them!”
“Was I? I don’t remember. Everything is still kind of fuzzy.”
“Jim-don’t do this to me. You have to remember! And what were you shouting at the Admiral about? Something about poison and another Admiral.”
“That’s easy enough to answer. Certain individuals blackmailed me into this operation by telling me I had been poisoned and that I had thirty days to live if I didn’t get the antidote. There was no poison-therefore no antidote. So all the time we have been rushing about I have been thinking about the poison and counting the days before I curled up my toes and keeled over.”
He was silent a moment, then he spoke.
“That’s pretty heavy. You are sure about that?”
“I am. And I am also terminally tired so can we please put this conversation off for a bit. I would just like to concentrate on putting one foot in front of another for awhile.”
Like it or not Floyd had to settle for that for the moment. Because I needed some time for deep cogitation, to dream up some sort of reasonable story for him – as well as the rest of the troops. Stumbling with fatigue I was grateful that we made our way through the tu