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born somewhere other than this Earth. Then the real interrogations would begin.
Sam called Brandy, who seemed ecstatic at the news. It was several minutes
before she herself stopped crying, then she said, "Sam, I swear I'll be walkin'
again once Dash walks in the door."
"I bet you will, too," he responded. "Look, he really wants to see you-he's been
very worried since I told him you were hurt and that's why you weren't here-but
it's going to be at least another day before we can wrap it up here. Figure
Monday evening. Then it'll just be getting you back to normal and everything
will be back in place."
She paused. "Sam-why'd they do it? Not just for Bond, that I know. They was
lookin' for you and then they snatched Dash even though they was then playin'
our game on our turf. What's it all about, Sam?"
"I'm not sure yet," he told her honestly, "but now that Dash is safe I'm going
to be working full time on it. This one's a freebie, babe. It's personal."
She was silent a moment, then just whispered, "Yeah, Sam. I guess it is."
Dash was easily authenticated; even without his I.D. implant and his apparent
uniqueness, it wasn't hard to tell him. Doctor Macklinberg took samples during
the six-month checkups and this, with the Company's high technology machinery,
gave a listing not only of the genetics, which would be identical in a parallel
world "clone," but also things that would be different-the effects of diet,
levels of various substances breathed in or absorbed or eaten, that kind of
thing. The lab work was done up the line, not by the Doctor, so there was little
probability of a switch. It was done too often and too consistently for that.
But the bottom line was that six-year-olds weren't good at faking anything and a
father and only son had common memories that would be unlikely to be absolutely
duplicated anywhere else.
On the kidnappers, Bill Markham had good news and bad news, but mostly the
latter.
"We'll get nothing from the pair who were with them from the attack," he said
ruefully. "We figured as much and tried to prevent it but if it was easy to
prevent we wouldn't use it ourselves. They do it a bit rougher, though.
Something-no telling what-just exploded inside their skulls before we got a
single question in; something we didn't detect in the exams. They'll be lucky to
remember how to tie their own shoelaces, let alone who they are and where they
came from and who was with them."
"Any more happy news?" Sam asked sarcastically.
"Oh, there's a bright side. As we figured, the rest were hired guns who took
over on the road. They're a nasty, macho bunch, I'll tell you- spouting threats
and being generally belligerent. They're just nuts, Sam. I think they would go
down in a blaze of fury if they could be sure of taking some of us with them.
They're all associated with something called the Futurist People's Revolutionary
Cells, a bunch of fanatical drug dealers centered in the South American jungles
who believe it's their revolutionary destiny to destroy America by filling it
with cheap and super powerful drugs. No excuse, either-they believe it. It's the
kind of organization the Company can never get its hooks into because we can't
even find it, let alone infiltrate it. We're going to get a lot of information
from them now, though. Where's Dash?"
"Asleep downstairs and under guard and nurse. Why?"
"Come on. Let's see what the bully boys have to tell us."
The room looked like a normal police interrogation room, one for the worst kind