TW05 The Nautilus Sanction NEW (22 page)

“Just the thing for plinking, eh?” said Martingale, with a grin. “Bad analogy. There wouldn’t be a

‘plink.’ The target would be atomically disrupted. Disintegrated.”

“Jesus,” Finn said. “How the hell do you control a stream of neutrons?”

“Very carefully, I should think,” said Martingale. “I sure hope it works, otherwise we’re liable to have a very interesting experience.” He chuckled. “Sort of makes you want to think about gun control, doesn’t it? ‘If warp guns are outlawed, only outlaws will have warp guns.’ Make a great T-shirt.”

“What about radiation?” Lucas said.

“Most of it is supposed to be warped elsewhere, like with the grenades,” said Martingale. “At least that’s what the Doctor said. They haven’t been tested fully yet.”

“And we’re going to field-test them against Drakov’s base?” said Andre.

“I’d say that’s the least of our problems,” Martingale said. “Drakov has set up an impressive organization. He used time fugues to do it. Before your people even learned he’d hijacked a Soviet sub, he’d done something like ten years worth of organizational work. He learned a lot from the Timekeepers.

He has everyone divided into subgroups. There are the Russian sailors on the sub. Then there are the crew of the
Valkyrie.”

“Aren’t they part of the base personnel?” said Lucas.

“Is that what Drakov told you? Don’t you believe it. The
Valkyrie
hardly spends any time at the base. The crew has their own agenda, but I have no idea what it is. There’s also the fact that the base is rarely at full strength. A lot of them are always clocked out somewhere, doing God knows what in some other time period. I don’t know where. On top of that, there are the slaves Drakov got from Lafitte.

They’re used as labor and a sort of ‘hostile native’ security force. Very showy. He has them dress up in loincloths and feathers and war paint, playing cannibals. They do a good job of keeping the curious away. Drakov is a real stickler for security. He hasn’t forgotten that the TIA managed to infiltrate the Timekeepers. No one is allowed to talk to anyone else about what they’re supposed to be doing. I have no idea how much von Kampf knows. I’ve tried to pump him, but he won’t talk. Santos doesn’t know all the details or at least he pretends not to. He genuinely doesn’t seem to care. He’s a burnout. Maybe Shiro knows the whole story, because Drakov has practically adopted him, only Shiro can’t talk and he’s about as easy to approach as a king cobra.”

“You said Drakov recruited people from different times,” said Lucas. “How many? What kind of people?”

Martingale shrugged. “I don’t know how many, exactly. At least several hundred. He’s got Celts, Huns, Romans, Spartans, Indians, Afghanis, Samurai, a regular melting pot of human savagery, all working together as a unit.”

“That’s bad,” said Finn.

“Not if the warp guns work out okay,” said Martingale.

“That’s not what I meant,” said Finn. “Drakov is smart.

He’s set it up so that we not only have to neutralize him and his submarine, but we have to take out the
Valkyrie,
as well, plus the base and all his personnel. And if what you say is accurate, then none of them are ever all there at the same time. If that doesn’t cheer you up, he’s got a force of temporally displaced persons. You want to talk about what the odds are of their removal from their natural times not affecting history? The cumulative effect, at least, would be bound to show up somewhere in the timestream.”

“That’s probably why he did it that way,” Lucas said. “Even if we can stop him from changing history, we’re liable to change history ourselves by changing the history of the people whose history he’s already changed.”

“You want to run that by me again?” said Martingale.

“Better not,” said Finn. “It sounded confusing enough the first time. Martingale’s right. The whole thing
is
a joke. No wonder Drakov isn’t worried about us. We might as well just kick back and get drunk.”

“How did you manage to get on the inside?” Lucas said.

“The Underground has something similar to a Code Red,” said Martingale. “We’ve all been on the watch for the surviving Timekeepers ever since we heard their leaders got away. Some of us almost got Falcon one time, but she slipped away. Well, now that she’s dead, that leaves only two of the original group. Drakov and Benedetto. Santos is harmless by himself, but Drakov is another story. We always figured it would be Falcon who would start it up again. We got hold of their dossiers and circulated them through our network of contacts. We’re not as well organized as the TIA, but we got the word out. We didn’t want the Timekeepers starting up again any more than you did. They were scary enough the first time.”

“So you had the entire Underground on the watch for them?” Andre said.

Martingale nodded. “When Drakov started recruiting his mercenaries, one person got in and put the word out. We had no idea where he’d be recruiting or in what time periods, so everybody kept their ears open. I got a lead from a soldier who managed to get in and I clocked over to sign up, as well. We thought we ‘d try to get as many of our people on the inside as possible, find out what the story was, then contact the Temporal Corps. But we had some bad luck. First off, we were only able to get five people in. Drakov moved very fast. Of the network people, that is, the ones who have the homing grafts the Doctor can trace, I was the only one who got recruited. Stroke of luck there. But we failed to take an important thing into consideration. One of the people who got in was recruited in ancient Rome. Another in the 14th century, another in the 16th and so on. Drakov put most of the primitives through reeducation, so they would be able to accept 27th-century science. We should have thought about that. Can you imagine trying to explain time travel to a Thuggee?”

“So you lost your people when they went through the conditioning process,” Lucas said.

Martingale nodded. “They’re now part of Drakov’s loyal crew. I was the only one who didn’t get brainwashed. I was put through Benedetto’s little head game, too, but it didn’t take for some reason. I had a real bad moment there.”

“It doesn’t always work on everyone,” said Finn. “Geniuses are supposed to be difficult to condition.

So are hardcore sociopaths. But when it doesn’t take, it usually results in a complete mindwipe.”

“I heard that,” Martingale said. “The Doctor said the reason I survived it had something to do with my brain waves being altered somehow by the homing graft. He said he anticipated that when he designed it.”

“I can’t wait to meet this guy,” said Finn.

“You will. He’s already overdue. He could pop in at any moment.”

“Why haven’t you been able to get the word out about the location of the base?” said Lucas.

“Because for a long time, I didn’t even know where it was,” said Martingale. “You’ll understand what I mean when you see it. Besides, I had no way of getting in touch with anybody. See, all of Drakov’s people were issued warp discs, but nobody knows how to use them. I’m okay with a chronoplate, but there was no way I could take one with me. Too damn bulky. If I brought along a remote unit, it would have been turned up in a search. Drakov wants to be able to control his people’s transitions.”

“You mean the destination coordinates are pre-set for them?” said Lucas.

“That’s right. Take the submarine crew, for example. Should anything happen to the sub, their discs are pre-set to clock them back to the base. That way, at least, Drakov won’t lose any personnel. That’s if they react quickly enough. Ditto the crew of the
Valkyrie.
Anytime he sends people anywhere, they have to report to get their discs set for destination and return. They know how to activate them, but that’s it. He provides the coordinates. He programs the discs. I never even saw a manual on these things. I never even heard of warp discs until Drakov gave me one. They’re too damn new.”

“Couldn’t Darkness have shown you how to program them?” said Andre.

“Sure, if there was enough time,” said Martingale. “Remember, he didn’t invent them. He’d need time to scope one out first. It wouldn’t have taken him long, since they work on principles he developed, but he couldn’t be bothered with that. It was up to me, as the guy on the inside, to find out where the base was and tell him when he checked in with me. Then he could notify your people. Meanwhile, he’s been trying to track down Drakov’s other movements, in other time periods. And working on the warp guns.”

“So you can’t go anywhere Drakov doesn’t want you to go,” said Lucas.

“Not only that, but it took me a long time to work my way up in his organization,” Martingale said.

“And he still doesn’t trust me all the way. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven when you three came aboard the sub, but I couldn’t talk to you because I knew Drakov had your dosimeters bugged. He was worried you might try to sabotage the sub.”

“Well, at least we can fix one problem right away,” said Lucas. “We can show you how to program the warp disc. There should be enough time.”

“You know, back when I was still in the Temporal Corps, I was just a grunt,” said Martingale. “I don’t know anything about temporal adjustments. You people are supposed to be the experts. What do you think of our chances?”

Lucas took a deep breath. “You sure you want to know?”

“That bad, huh?”

“Well, if we can get word to Plus Time about the location of the base and if the First Division can be mobilized quickly enough, then they’re going to have to attack at exactly the right time. They’ll have to hit hard and fast. How well defended is the base?”

“It’s not a fortress, if that’s what you mean,” said Martingale. “The personnel are armed, but Drakov isn’t set up to repel a large attack force. First off, he won’t be expecting it and second, why fight when you can clock out?”

“So you’re saying small arms, basically?”

“The sub would be the biggest threat,” said Martingale. “The missiles will be my worry. There’s a gray steel box in the control room which opens the firing circuits and arms the warheads. It’s opened by two little silver keys. Drakov has one, on a chain around his neck. Shiro has the other one.”

“If we can prevent his firing the missiles and neutralize the sub, we may have a chance of getting out of this without serious damage to the timestream,” Lucas said. “What about the base personnel? You said Drakov never taught them to program the warp discs. If they’re already at the base, are their warp discs set for any other destination?”

Martingale smiled. “No. Drakov was very careful about that. Anytime someone’s disc is programmed to clock out, it’s preset for a round trip. Once they’ve returned to the base, the discs would have to be reprogrammed before they could clock anywhere else. Hot damn! His own paranoia about control is going to beat him. If the First Division hits the base hard and fast, there won’t be any time to reprogram all the discs. They won’t be able to escape. They’ll be forced to stay and try to fight it out. If they see the odds are against them, most of them will probably surrender. Then, with the base secured, your people can just wait around and pick up the others as they clock back in. That hadn’t occurred to me. But they’d have to come in real fast for it to work. And they’d be liable to sustain heavy casualties.”

“What’s the layout of the base?” said Lucas.

“Remember I said once you’d seen it, you’d know how I didn’t know where I was even when I was there? It’s inside an extinct volcano. Unless you clock in, there are only two access points. Through the opening of the volcano or by way of an underground canal. I’d never been outside and I had no reference point for telling where I was.”

“How’d you finally figure it out?” said Finn.

Martingale grinned. “Quite literally, by the oldest method in the book. Drakov has books on sailing and navigation in the library. I learned how to take a sighting with a sextant.”

“A sextant,” Finn said, shaking his head with admiration. “I never would have thought of that. Not bad. That’s what I call initiative.”

“You say the slaves he bought from Lafitte are kept on the outside, like a local tribe of cannibals?” said Lucas.

“That’s right.”

“We don’t want to have any of them killed,” said Lucas. “What would be the chances of getting the attacking force clocked directly inside?”

“Very risky,” Martingale said. “I can’t supply any coordinates. There are several locations inside the base which are used for clocking people in. That’s how I went there and back. But they’re inside buildings. You can get the program for the one I’ve got preset in my own disc, but you can’t use it to clock in a large body of men. A squad, maybe two, at most.”

“At least that will get a squad or two on the inside,” said Lucas. “The main force will have to come in through the opening.”

“Airborne with floater-paks?” said Finn.

Lucas nodded. “That’s what I was thinking. Unfortunately, that will give the people inside a point on which to concentrate their fire.”

“It’s a fairly large opening,” said Martingale.

“Still, it’ll leave the attacking force exposed unless they have an opportunity to attack at night. Timing is going to be critical. We have to catch the sub inside the base and keep it from clocking out.”

“And the
Valkyrie,
as well,” said Finn, “though she’s nowhere near as important as the sub.”

“I wish to hell I knew what Drakov’s plan was,” Lucas said, chewing on his knuckle. “I’m really bothered by those people he has clocking out to other time periods. What could they be doing?”

“If we can pass the location of the base on to the Doctor,” Martingale said, “he could tach to Plus Time and let your people know. They could attack the base and try to get the information out of the people there. Then, by the time we arrive with the sub—”

“It might work, but it’s too risky,” said Lucas. “The submarine has to be the first priority. We only have two options there. Either we find a way to destroy it while we’re on board, or we wait until we get to the base and catch the sub inside the base. Specifically, we’ve got to catch Drakov
outside
the sub.