JANISSARIES

3

The troopers had little time to-react to Gengrich. The compartment door opened, and Corporal Mason came in. His face looked like grey ashes, and he held his right arm against his chest. The compartment door remained open to the entry chamber, but all the other doors were closed.

"Mason-"

"Where the hell you been?"

"What's wrong, Art? What in hell did they do to you?"

The men were all shouting at once. Sergeant McCleve went over with his medical kit.

"At ease!" Rick shouted. Sergeant Elliot repeated the order more loudly. There were mutters, but the shouting stopped.

Rick joined Mason and McCleve. "What happened?"

"Jesus, Captain, we're on the Moon," Mason said. "The bastards brought us to the Moon!"

"Yes," Rick said.

"I saw it all," Mason said. The troops crowded around to listen.

Rick nodded to himself. It was time the men found out what had happened. He thought he should have told them before.

"Those screen things," Mason was saying. "It was like TV. We lifted off, straight up, it seemed like, and the world kept getting further and further away until I could see all of it, just like on TV during a space mission."

"What happened to your arm?" McCleve asked. He slit Mason's field-jacket sleeve and examined the wound. It looked like a neat round hole, thi

"They wouldn't talk to me," Mason said.

"Who?" "Who wouldn't talk?" the troops demanded. Elliot glared at them, but he didn't try to keep them quiet. He wanted to know too.

"Those critters," Mason said. "The – Captain, you saw 'em. I don't know what they are. Not men. Look something like men, but they're not."

Now there was a lot of excited babble. "Shut up," Rick said. "Let Mason tell his story."

"They wouldn't talk to me. We kept getting further and further away from the Earth, until I could see it-all of it-up to where I could see daylight and clouds over the ocean, just like on TV from Skylab. And they wouldn't talk. So I took out my pistol and pointed it at one-the one in the grey suit-and told him if he didn't tell me where we were going, I'd shoot him."

"Stupid," Lieutenant Parsons muttered.

"Yes, sir, it was stupid," Mason said. "The critter didn't do anything. Just waved his hand, kind of, and some kind of beam, like a laser beam, came out of the wall. Right out of the wall. I never saw any opening. Just this green light and it burned a hole right through. I dropped the gun and the critter came around and picked it up, and he said I should sit there and I should tell him if I needed medical attention-he talked that way, like a professor. Then he gave me a pill. I thought about it and then I took it, and after that it stopped hurting. And then we came on straight to the Moon. I saw us land. We're on the back side, Captain. The back side of the Moon. There's a big cave, and two other ships like this one."

When Mason stopped talking, the men began again. "You didn't tell us it was a goddamn flying saucer!" Gengrich shouted. His voice was hostile and accusing. "You said it was a CIA ship!"

"They were in a hurry," Rick said. "Would you rather be back on the hill waiting for the Cubans? Would any of you?"

They didn't know what to make of that. Nobody spoke of going back.

"We can always die," Rick said. "At least we can find out what these-people-want with us."

"Good advice." The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. "You will know very soon. The exit port will open and you will please carry all your equipment and weapons out of the ship. You will be told what to do after that. Please be careful. You are, as you have been told, on your planet's Moon. The air pressure will be lower than you are accustomed to, but there is more than enough air and oxygen for your species if you do nothing violent. Now please gather your equipment."

Rick felt totally drained of emotion. "Let's get with it," he said.

Elliot stood a moment in indecision, then evidently made up his mind. "Get that gear together. Move!" he shouted.

There was a cave beyond the door. Heavy material that looked like thick rubber sealed the door to the cave. The seal, which reminded Rick of the materials wet suits are made of, stretched for twenty meters or so into the cave. Beyond that the tu

When they had unloaded the ship, the entryway door closed, and they had no choice but to go down the tu

The tu

As they went deeper into the cave, doors closed behind them. They seemed to be made from the same wet-suit material as the passage from the ship to the cave, and they appeared from the walls in circles that closed together so tightly that it was difficult to see they weren't solid.

They reached the bottom of the ramp. Rick estimated that they had come nearly a kilometer. At the ramp's end was a big cavern, as large as a basketball gymnasium, and furniture. Rick saw tables, chairs bookcases with books and magazines. Beds and army cots were clustered at one end of the area. A table held a coffee urn and bags of styrofoam cups, and a can of Yuban coffee stood next to the urn. On another table he saw loaves of bread of various American brands; jars of Jiffy peanut butter; cans of Campbell's soup. Paper plates and cheap plastic forks. Ca

At the far end of the cavern was a TV set. It looked strange. Rick saw no maker's marks, unless some curious squiggles on a plate at the bottom meant something. It had no controls at all. A man's face looked out at them, and from the way his eyes and head moved, Rick thought the man was watching him.

Man. Rick stood staring at the TV. The face on the screen was human. He was certain of it.

"You are in charge?" The figure on the screen spoke without warning. The phrase wasn't precisely a question, but it did not sound positive either. The voice held a slight accent, but Rick was certain he had never heard anything like it before.

"As much as anyone is," Rick said.

"Then you are Captain Galloway. I must have information. First, is it true that you voluntarily boarded the ship that brought you here? There was no coercion from the Shalnuksis?"

"Shalnuksis?"

"The beings who brought you here. Were you forced to board their ship?"

"Not by them. There were some Cubans who didn't leave us many choices-"

"That is my second question." The man's expression did not change at all. Rick got closer to the set and examined the image carefully.

He saw a man who appeared to be in his forties. He wore a rust-colored upper garment that resembled a tunic, no buttons, a V-neck lined with blue and studded with decorations: a stylized comet and sunburst. The man's hair was short, and his complexion was darker than Rick's; about the same hue as an American Indian, but not quite so dark.

"Is it true that you would now be dead if the Shalnuksi ship had not taken you aboard?" the man asked.

"It's likely," Rick answered.

"One of your men was injured by the Shalnuksis. They have said they were merely defending themselves and did the least damage possible to the man. Is this true?"