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"In 2105, the Taiwanese were still using a pre-toxification system."
"You mean where they almost kill you with poisons before they begin the cryo-suspension?"
"Yes."
"So the toxins retroactively scrambled more of my memories than our slow-freeze method?"
"That's one hypothesis. Problem is, there simply aren't any precedent cases: no one has spent thirteen years in suspension after starting with the pre-toxific...
"I'd have been happy to skip the honor of being the first. And while we're on the topic of oversleeping, why the hell didn't you revive me as soon as you retr...
"An unacceptable risk. You had to remain 'lost, presumed dead' until we conducted a full debriefing and arranged for a summit at Parthenon. And until that mee...
"Yes, but you'll still have me under your thumb. Because when I agreed to carry out your mission, I became complicit in your schemes. So I can't indict IRIS w...
"Well-yes."
Caine resisted an urge to retch: whether at the returning fish-and-glycol taste or at IRIS's partial ownership of him, he wasn't sure. "So my job is to stay a...
"That's it."
"Well, if I can't be allowed out into the world, then I want a little of the world piped in here. You've got me cooped up in a room without a window, without ...
Downing nodded back. "Fair enough. I'll need until morning to arrange your net access. Acceptable?"
But things were not acceptable. Someone was in the room with them. The figure hadn't suddenly materialized; it was just standing patiently, as though it had b...
Downing looked up, one eyebrow raised. "Something wrong?"
Caine swallowed to make sure that his voice did not crack when he spoke. "Who's that behind you?"
Downing turned, gestured into the shadows. "That? Why, that's Digger Mack."
Caine felt his damp hairline tug backwards. "What?"
"Not what; who. It's Digger Mack. You remember him."
The indistinct silhouette edged forward. "S'right. You remember me, mate-don't you?" It wasn't a question: it was an accusation.
It was indeed Digger Mack-security officer Douglas Mackenzie, late of the transfer liner Tyne-his clothes scorched and tattered, his torso seared and blackene...
Two other figures emerged from the darkness. The first was Captain Burnham, whose face was incongruously intact while the rest of his body was charred to an a...
Caine's lungs would not work. Could not breathe. He tried to jump up. Away from the haunts. Couldn't. Could only jerk upright. But that must have chased them ...
He heard himself panting, felt the soaked pajama top clinging across the breadth of his forward-hunched back.
Dream.
Or was it? He held his breath, waiting to find out. It had seemed real, largely because of the part with Downing, which was a genuine memory from earlier toda...
Or was this-finally-what it seemed to be; the mundane reality of a small, dark room, reminiscent of shipboard staterooms? Low bunk with built-in drawers overh...
This, this was reality.
Probably.
Caine shook off a shiver, swung his feet to the floor: time to put reality to the test. He crossed the room to the commplex, snapped it on, slid into the chai...
He lurched backward reflexively-and then noticed that the spectre had reacted similarly. Distant and small in the still inert screen, the ghostly visage was n...
The computer toned once. "Ready," it said, as the same word scrolled into existence on the screen. Caine stared at it: so, he decided, was he. Ready to start ...
MENTOR
Nolan pushed back from the mahogany tabletop, started rummaging around in the lower drawers of the small credenza behind him.
Downing cleared his throat. "If Riordan is to be a long-term asset, he will need long-term security. And not an entourage: it has to be a single person, one w...
Nolan lifted a decanter and two glasses out of the credenza, poured a finger of Delamain into one of the snifters. "Actually, I think I've found an excellent ...
"I wasn't aware you had started reviewing dossiers."
"Only did it yesterday. It was a pretty short list."
Downing let the first sip of the long-legged cognac burn away the sting of being left out of the process: after twenty-three years, there were still times whe...
Like right now.
ODYSSEUS
Caine leaned away from the glowing computer screen: if, fourteen years ago, he had entertained secret hopes of leaving a discernible, enduring mark on the legac...
But that didn't mean that Caine had to sit on his hands. He knew there would have been at least two independent attempts to reconstruct his time and activitie...
Caine entered the necessary search parameters-
-And the touchscreen went dark, followed by a shrill klaxon-two strident hootings-which stopped abruptly. Just as all the lights went out.
Shit: did I cause that? Caine dismissed the thought as quickly as it came. That klaxon wasn't in his room; it was down the hall. And it wasn't just the lights...
Not good. A government facility wouldn't usually be part of the local power grid, and if it was, it would certainly have its own generator, running low as a c...
The reflexes he had learned from his hypervigilant months aboard hab module DPV-6 came back along with the cool spine-and-outward rush of an adrenal surge. Ti...
Quick steps, just outside the door. Not the drumlike pounding of charging rescue personnel: a fast, gliding patter. He looked around: no time to find anything...