“Jackson, it’s been a long haul—alone. It’s good to see an old shipmate. But we’ll dine first.”

“I might manage to nibble a little something. Say a horse, roasted whole. Don’t bother to remove the saddle.”

He laughed. “First we eat,” he said. “Then we conquer the world.”

6

I squeezed the last drop from the Beaujolais bottle and watched the girl, whose name was Renada, hold a light for the cigar Mallon had taken from a silver box. My blue mess jacket and holster hung over the back of the chair. Everything was cosy now.

“Time for business, Jackson,” Mallon said. He blew out smoke and looked at me through it. “How did things look—inside?”

“Dusty. But intact, below ground level. Upstairs, there’s blast damage and weathering. I don’t suppose it’s changed much since you came out twenty years ago. As far as I could tell, the Primary Site is okay.”

Mallon leaned forward. “Now, you made it out past the Bolo. How did it handle itself? Still fully functional?”

I sipped my wine, thinking over my answer, remembering the Bolo’s empty guns…

“It damn near gunned me down. It’s getting a little old and it can’t see as well as it used to, but it’s still a tough baby.”

Mallon swore suddenly. “It was Mackenzie’s idea. A last-minute move when the tech crews had to evacuate. It was a dusting job, you know.”

“I hadn’t heard. How did you find out all this?”

Mallon shot me a sharp look. “There were still a few people around who’d been in it. But never mind that. What about the Supply Site? That’s what we’re interested in. Fuel, guns, even some nuclear stuff. Heavy equipment; there’s a couple more Bolos, mothballed, I understand. Maybe we’ll even find one or two of the Colossus missiles still in their silos. I made an air recon a few years back before my chopper broke down—”

“I think two silo doors are still in place. But why the interest in armament?”

Mallon snorted. “You’ve got a few things to learn about the setup, Jackson. I need that stuff. If I hadn’t lucked into a stock of weapons and ammo in the armory cellar, Jersey would be wearing the spurs in my palace right now!”

I drew on my cigar and let the silence stretch out.

“You said something about conquering the world, Toby. I don’t suppose by any chance you meant that literally?”

Mallon stood up, his closed fists working like a man crumpling unpaid bills. “They all want what I’ve got! They’re all waiting.” He walked across the room, back. “I’m ready to move against them now! I can put four thousand trained men in the field—”

“Let’s get a couple of things straight, Mallon,” I cut in. “You’ve got the natives fooled with this Baron routine. But don’t try it on me. Maybe it was even necessary once; maybe there’s an excuse for some of the stories I’ve heard. That’s over now. I’m not interested in tribal warfare or gang rumbles. I need—”