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"There's gates front and back," I noted.
"Not much better. Built like Sam's prison. Reinforced metal and concrete and
heavily defended so that any assault on the gates would have to be over open
ground. We could use a small missile to blow them, but we'd never get enough
people inside without tremendous losses and, of course, enough time to blow the
place."
"Air drop?" Sam suggested.
"Again, possible, but he's got radar and air defenses that could pick up a
pigeon at half a mile. A small force could get in, we think, but it would be
hamstrung. It'd have to move to get him, and to do that it would have to pass a
spider's web of television monitors wired to a central security control in the
basement of the place. We can get them in, but we can't get to him and take him
out without discovery no matter how hard we figure it."
"Bill-if he don't know you know he's gone bad, why this fort?" I wondered. "I
mean, this ain't what the average station has."
"You're right, of course. That's the station there, to the back and left of the
main house. Maybe fifty yards. The other outbuildings are quarters for the
guards and supply houses and-other things. The reason it is the way it is is
basically because Vogel lives in a world where that kind of thing is necessary
for the health of somebody in his position. In fact, we helped set up some of
the defenses initially to protect the station, and we figure he's made a lot of
changes since then to protect against us as well."
In the world of Rupert Vogel, it seemed, we lost World War II. I ain't top clear
on the history, neither, but it goes somethin' like this: the Germans didn't get
bogged down in Russia because they attacked in the spring and won before winter
set in, finally gettin' the Japs to attack Siberia and put the squeeze on. Then
they turned back to England and with so many men and airplanes they finally
wiped out the air defenses and invaded. We, on the other hand, spent almost all
our time goin' against Japan. We mighta done somethin', too, but the Germans got
their missiles goin' and managed to use the time to perfect the A-bomb ahead of
us. We got it about the same time they did, but they had the way to deliver it,
off ships and from friendly places in South America or somethin'. They nuked
Norfolk and San Diego and places like that and that was the end of it.
Not that it weren't real messy and bloody when they came in, but we never had to
face this kind of army before, one that didn't care who it killed or what it had
to do. Everybody got IDs and papers, and couldn't sneeze without bein' checked.
Then folks got classified, kinda South Africa style. The Jews all got shipped to
camps in Georgia and Nevada and it was pretty clear what happened to them there.
The folks with good German or Italian or even English names and backgrounds,
they got the best treatment if they was cooperative, and lots were. We was beat
good. These folks got to be the managers and bosses if they wasn't already. Then
the rest of the Europeans, they got a second-class thing and they did the work
in the factories, mines, you name it. All the Orientals got shipped to Japan or
China or someplace.
That left the ten percent who was black, and there was a lot more of us than
there were Jews or Orientals. They put us in the camps like the rest, and
millions died, but they also used us. It was like they turned the clock back a
hundred years. We became the lab animals for their experiments and medical
stuff, others were trained as personal servants-slaves, really-to the big boys,
and some of 'em, the big Nazi lords, even kept us tike pets and bred us. The