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appear sinister."
Brandy frowned. "Maybe not to them, but comin' when it does . . . You or Stan
check to see why we didn't know our visitor come through until he showed up?"
"Yes, but no help. Everything seems to be working normally. Even if for some
reason we didn't get the energizing bell here the trip on the top of the fence
should have gone when he came over it. Hopefully Stan will bring back a couple
of system analysts to check it out.".
"Well, you keep in touch with Philadelphia on the ham radio and keep yourself
sealed in there and monitoring." What they called the security "shack" was
actually a bunker, well underground and almost a self-contained apartment, and
about as secure as a nuclear missile launch site. That wasn't really to keep an
enemy out, although it would serve for that in this case, but rather to hide
anything that the locals weren't supposed to wonder about from prying eyes. She
had a thought. "Could you patch the intercom into the ham radio? This fellow's
got somethin' real important to tell the Company."
"Too garbled for that. We've tried that before with the ham microphone. It's one
of those things that should have been thought of but wasn't. I could relay his
message, though."
She nodded. "I'll see." She switched off and started up stairs, then got a small
bout of dizziness and then a couple of uncontrollable yawns. She wasn't in shape
for no sleep all night any more, and she was dead on her feet.
Bond, however, was having none of it. "It's rather complex and I still don't
know half of it myself," he told her. "It would just cause more trouble and
confusion if I couldn't go back and forth with somebody who knew what he was
talking about. And I'm feeling very tired and very weak right now."
She nodded. "Want to tell me what you know, or something of it? I used to be
line security myself.
My husband and I have handled many big cases for the Company, including the
Directors. We ain't amateurs. You was mumblin' something about the maze."
He looked surprised. "I was? Oh, dear." He thought a moment. "I'll give you a
little, just for insurance sake, although I rather think that the less you know
the safer you'll be."
"I'll take the chance. It's what they pay me for." He sighed. "All right. For
close to a year now we've had indications that someone has been coming and going
between various worlds without going through the switch points, and coming out
at places where there are no Company stations."
She frowned. "How's that possible?" "That was the point. The evidence was there
but you couldn't get anyone to take it seriously because it isn't possible. The
old method, shipping people between switch points in fake cargo containers using
the cargo line, is blocked now, and in any event they still had to use our
stations. I was one of a number of agents assigned to check it out anyway and it
took me months to get any real leads. After a long while of monitoring energy
pulses and finally getting a couple of people to follow, I managed to get inside
one of their own substations. What I discovered was frightening. Someone else
has a labyrinth of their own."
That was startling. "Wait a minute. It'd take more power than could possibly be
snitched. They told me once that this one was powered by some kind of gadget
that fed on the sun itself in a universe where there weren't no decent planets.
Who would have the kind of people and machines to do that?"
"They didn't. The power comes from our own grid. What they built were hidden