Between the Strokes of Night

“I agree. JN certainly thinks so, too. You could feel the tension between all four of them. Especially with the dark-haired kid — he didn’t give her an inch. I’m not sure I want to be at the next meeting. She’ll have her hands full.” “I sure as hell hope so.” Wolfgang Gibbs smiled bitterly in the darkness. “You know the trouble with the two of us, Charlene? We’re outgunned. JN’s the boss, and we know it, all three. We just can’t argue with her, even when we’re on the right side of the issue. She has too much firepower. I’m sick of this place, and I’m beginning to hate S-space life, but I still can’t tell her I want out.” “You mean leave? Leave Gulf City and JN completely?” Charlene Bloom pulled away from him. “We couldn’t do that. We’ve all been together since the beginning.” “Yeah. And that’s too long. Over fifteen years, most of them in S-space. God, Charlene, don’t you think we need a new look at things here? And I don’t believe we can provide it. Maybe those three kids can. You and I should be off, out to pasture, running a planet contact group or a Sector Headquarters. Maybe we should go to Pentecost, where they came from.”

“Did you tell them about their three friends?”

Gibbs scowled and shook his head. “Not yet. I couldn’t do it. They’re expecting them to roll up here at Gulf City. I’m leaving it to JN to break the news. They’ll hear it soon enough. That’s going to be hard for them.”

There was a long silence.

“Wolfgang?” said Charlene at last.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry you feel the way you do.” Her voice was unhappy and tentative. “I know it’s frustrating here, sometimes. But I’ve been very happy, all these years. I know my limitations. I could never have done what Judith has done, pulling us together and holding us together. Nor could you. And you can say what you like about living in Gulf City, but we’re working on humanity’s biggest problem. If we don’t find a solution, it’s the end of the road for homo sapiens. And if you’re making a sacrifice, JN is making one that’s just as big.” “I know it. But she’s calling the shots. Suppose we’re off on the wrong tack? JN thinks we’re making progress, but as far as I’m concerned we’re in just the same position as when Gulf City was created — that’s over fifteen thousand Earth-years ago. What have we accomplished in all that time? And how long do we have, before it’s all over?”

Charlene did not reply. Wolfgang had sometimes spoken of breaking away from Gulf City, but never before in such strong terms. If he went, what would she do? She could not bear to lose Wolfgang, but also she could not desert her work and Judith Niles.

She was glad of the darkness. And she was more than ever dreading the results of the coming meeting.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Sy hesitated for maybe a minute after leaving Peron and Elissa. Then he moved fast. During their tour of Gulf City they had seen a dozen suspense chambers for movement to and from S-space. Now he headed for the nearest of them and unhesitatingly lowered himself inside one of the tanks. He performed a final check of the monitors to confirm that he was alone and unobserved, then lay back in the casket and initiated the process that would take him to normal space. His eyes closed…

. . . and opened — to find Judith Niles calmly peering in at him through the tank’s transparent cover. She had an unreadable smile on her face, and when he was fully awake she opened the door and helped him out. He looked at her warily. “Come on, Sy Day,” she said. “You and I need to talk, just the two of us. I think my office will feel more comfortable than the chamber here.” And without looking at him she turned and led the way.

She took him toward the main labs of Gulf City, in the very center of the station. Sy soon found himself in a well-appointed set of rooms, with pictures on the walls, shelves of genuine books, and serried ranks of monitors. She waved at them.

“First lesson. I’ll be throwing a lot of lessons at you. Don’t ever assume that you are unobserved in Gulf City. I learned the art of monitoring from a master — the only master I’ve ever known. From here you can watch everything.” She initiated a suite-spin to give an effective gravity about half that of Earth, then sank into an armchair and tucked her feet in under her. She gestured Sy to take a seat opposite. There was a long silence, during which they performed a close inspection of each other.

“Want me to do the talking?” she said at last.

Sy shook his head. “You first, me second. You know I have questions.” “Of course you do.” Judith Niles leaned back and sighed. “I wouldn’t be interested in you if you didn’t. And I think I have some answers. But it has to be a two-way street.”

“What do you want from me?”