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Chen turned to his security detachment. "Flag Mr. Riordan for 'augmented' reanimation prior to transfer back to the US authorities."
"What kind of augmentation?" asked Chen's adjutant, taking Riordan's bag when his superior held it out toward him.
"Short term memory suppression. Chemical and electroconvulsive."
"How intensive?"
Chen fixed his underling with a baleful stare of his own. "Do you really have to ask?"
PART ONE
Approaching heliopause,
Junction system (Lacaille 8760)
March-April, 2118
Chapter One
ODYSSEUS
Caine Riordan felt himself floating back up to awareness through fragments of many dreams. It seemed as though, in the midst of this waking, he had eaten, gone ...
Awake. But why was he already sitting, and why was he ringed by spotlights? Where-?
A voice-speaking in an English accent-asked: "Are the lights too bright? I can dim them, if you wish."
Caine nodded, squinted, seeking the source of the voice.
"What is the last thing you remember?"
Odd question. Caine thought back: he was on the lunar suborbital ferry to Perry City-and then nothing. As though someone had snipped a filmstrip in the middle...
Abruptly, Caine no longer saw the still-blinding lights: finding no memories to fill that blank space, his awareness exploded inward, like a multitude of rush...
Caine felt a cool hand on his shoulder and suddenly he was seeing again, looking into dark brown eyes in a thin face, skin the color of seared wheat. Male, ea...
"I remember heading to Perry City. But after that-" Caine felt a snap-frost of panic coat his body. "What the hell has happened to me? Have I been in an accid...
Downing retrieved a folder from a black, wire-frame table that Caine only now distinguished against the darkness. "You were taken into-let's call it protectiv...
"Protective custody? Why? And what kind of protective custody would cause me to black out, or-" Or lose my muscle tone, Caine suddenly realized, seeing his wr...
Long-face-brown-eyes nodded at Caine's sudden fixation with his limbs. "In your case, Mr. Riordan, protective custody meant being placed in cryogenic suspensi...
Terror pulsed from the rear of Caine's skull, across his back, and out into his arms and legs. "How long have I been in cold sleep?"
The crow's feet bracketing the dark brown eyes bunched in a wince. "Thirteen years: it is now 2118."
Caine felt a trembling in his limbs, was unsure whether it was a muscular spasm, or a fear reaction. Waking up after thirteen years felt like a surreal revers...
Caine shook off that doubt, willed himself not to shudder again, wasn't entirely successful. "Why was I cryogenically suspended? That's a risky process-or it ...
"By comparison to today, yes. But the risk to you was a great deal less serious than the threat you posed to us."
"I posed a threat to you?"
"Your investigations for the Independent Interplanetary News Network jeopardized crucial national interests."
That's right: I was on my way to Luna to conduct research. Aloud: "And so you decided to 'sedate' me before I could step off the shuttle?"
"Oh, no. You debarked safely on Luna and were quite active for just under one hundred hours."
"Then why don't I remember any of those one hundred hours?"
Mr. Long-face-brown-eyes tilted his head apologetically. "Side effect of the cold sleep, I'm afraid."
"Hold on. Cold sleep only disrupts memories that haven't been fixed in the brain by a natural sleep cycle. So at most, I should have lost twenty-four hours. B...
"I wish I knew, but my superiors didn't share that information with me. I'll look into it when I get access to the full records, back on Earth."
But for now, how utterly convenient for you. With no memories of those one hundred crucial hours, Caine had no way of knowing if Long-face-brown-eyes was tell...
Caine was gratified to see the other man blink, but Long-face-brown-eyes recovered quickly: "I am Richard Downing."
"And who do you work for? Why are you here?"
"I handle special projects for the government."
"Which government? That accent doesn't come from Mobile, Maine, or the Midwest."
"Quite right, but I do work for the American government, and I'm here to help you get reoriented. And to prepare you."
Caine didn't like the sound of that. "Prepare me for what?"
"Let's just say I'm here to prepare you to investigate the biggest story of your life."
"Then you've got the wrong guy. I'm an analyst, not a reporter."
Downing shrugged. "That's not how it appeared to us when you came to Perry with your IINN credentials."
"Look: that was a one-time deal so I could get to the Moon and finish my research on lunar budget cover-ups. IINN read about my suspicions in Time, asked me t...
Downing smiled. "You found that the visible Commonwealth development on Luna barely accounted for half of the new expenditures."