Baker, Kage - Company 4 - The Graveyard Game

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This is the fourth book in the unofficial history of Dr. Zeus Incorporated.
In the twenty-fourth century, a research and development firm invented a means of time travel. It also
discovered the secret of immortality. There were, however, certain limitations that prevented the
Company from bestowing these gifts left and right. But since the past could now be looted to increase
corporate earnings, the stockholders were happy.
In the Garden of Iden introduced Botanist Mendoza, rescued as a child from the dungeons of the
Inquisition in sixteenth-century Spain by a Company operative, Facilitator Joseph. In exchange for being
given immortality and a fantastically augmented body and mind, she would work in the past for the future,
saving certain plants from extinction.
On her first mission as an adult, Mendoza was sent with Joseph to England, where she fell in love with a
mortal, with bitter consequences.
Sky Coyote opened over a century later, as Joseph arrived at the research base at New World One to
look up his protégée and inform her they had both been drafted for a Company mission in Alta California.
Mendoza said good-bye to the one friend she had made at New World One—Lewis—and went with
Joseph.
Near a Chumash Indian village she met a number of the mortal masters from the future, and was appalled
to find them bigoted and fearful of their cyborg servants. Joseph learned unsettling facts about the
Company that brought to mind a warning he'd been given long ago by Budu, the Enforcer who recruited
him.
Why was it that, though the immortal operatives were provided with information and other entertainment
from the future, nothing they received was ever dated later than the year 2355?
At the conclusion of the mission, Mendoza remained in the wilderness of the coastal forests, working then
alone as a botanist.
Mendoza in Hollywood opened in 1862, as Mendoza journeyed reluctantly to her new posting: a
stagecoach inn at a remote spot that one day would be known as Hollywood. There, near the violent little
pueblo of Los Angeles (one murder a night, not counting Indians), she was to collect rare plants
scheduled to go extinct in the coming drought.
Mendoza found herself now haunted by visions of her mortal lover, and she was giving off Crome's
radiation again, the spectral blue fire of paranormal abilities that no cyborg was supposed to possess.
In a local spot known for strangeness, she encountered an anomaly that threw her temporarily into the
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future. There she glimpsed her friend Lewis, who tried frantically to tell her of an impending disaster.
Into her life came another mortal—Edward Alton Bell-Fairfax, an English spy involved in a plot to grab
California for the British Empire. Edward looked enough like Mendoza's first love to have been cloned
from him. Mendoza abandoned her post and ran away with Edward.
As they raced for sanctuary on Catalina Island, pursued by American agents and bounty hunters, Edward
began to suspect that Mendoza was far more than a coaching-inn servant. Mendoza discovered that
Edward too was more than he seemed, in fact was connected to the Company in some way.
But before the lovers could solve their mutual riddle, their luck ran out. Edward was shot to death, and
Mendoza went berserk with grief. The Company sent her to a penal station hundreds of millennia in the
past—the preferred method of disposing of troublesome immortals . . .
Joseph in the Darkness
You know something, father? Sin exists. It really does.
I'm not talking about guilt, I'm talking about cause and effect. Every single thing we do wrong comes
back to get us, sooner or later. You knew that, didn't you? And you told me, and I . . . well, I was so much
more flexible than you, wasn't I? I could see all sides of every question. You saw black and white, and I
saw all those gray tones.
For the longest time, I thought I was the one who had it right. I mean, you wound up here at last, didn't
you? And I'm still free, as free goes. But whatever you're feeling, in there, I'll bet your conscience isn't
bothering you.
You'd have let the little girl die, I know. Sized Mendoza up with that calm ruthless look, seen what she
was and given your judgment: unsuitable for augmentation. Sent her back to die of starvation in the
dungeon. She'd only have lasted another couple of days, she was so weak. Maybe I'd have let her die too,
if I hadn't thought there was a chance they might interrogate her again before she died, and use the hot
coals on her this time.
That was why I lied, father. It seemed doable at the time. Rescue the kid, make her one of us, give her a
wonderful new life working for the Company. Nobody would ever find out about that freaky little
something extra she had. Hell, every living thing generates the Crome's stuff from time to time. Only one
person in a million ever manages to produce enough to do things like walk through walls or be in two
places at once. How was I to know . . . ?
You're right, it was still wrong. And did anybody ever thank me for my random act of kindness? Not little
Mendoza, that's for damned sure. Not on that day in England in 1555 when I stood beside her watching
her mortal lover burn. How could she thank me? Her heart was in shreds and she could never die, no
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matter how much she wanted to, and it was my fault.
And I wouldn't be here now, either, would I, father? Going from vault to vault, looking up at the blind
silent faces, to see if one of them is hers. Hoping to find her here in one of these houses of the near dead,
even if I can't set her free this time, praying she's here: because there are worse places she might be.
I guess I was a lousy father to her. I hope I've been a better son to you. Yes, father, there's sin, and there's
eternal punishment for sin. It's like a rat gnawing at your guts.
Sorry about the metaphor. Don't take it personally.
Look, we've got all night: and you're not going anywhere. I'll tell you about it.
Hollywood, 1996
Something odd had happened.
Unless you possessed the temporally keen senses of an immortal cyborg, though, you wouldn't have
noticed, over all the racket floating up from the roaring, grinding city. Lewis, being an immortal cyborg,
frowned slightly as he accelerated up Mount Olympus Drive and scanned the thick air. He was a dapper
man, with the appearance of someone who has wandered out of a Noel Coward play and got lost in a less
gracious place.
Earthquake? No, or there would have been car alarms shrieking and people standing out on the sidewalk,
a place the inhabitants of Los Angeles County seldom ventured nowadays without body armor.
Still, there was a sense of insult on the fabric of space and time, a residual shuddering Lewis couldn't
identify at all.
He turned left into Zeus Drive and nosed his jade-green BMW into the driveway of the house. Nothing
out of the ordinary here that he could see. He shut off the engine, removed his polarized sunglasses and
put them in their case, removed his studio parking tag, and carefully put glasses and tag in the glove
compartment. Only then did he emerge from the car and look about, sniffing the air.
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Other than a higher than normal amount of ozone and an inexplicable whiff of horse, the air wasn't any
worse than usual. Lewis shrugged, took up his briefcase, locked the car, and entered Company HQ.
What was that high-pitched whine? Lewis set down his briefcase, tossed his keys on the hall table, and
looked into what would have been an ordinary suburban living room if it hadn't had a time transcendence
chamber in one wall. Maire, the station's Facilitator, was activating it. She turned to him.
"You should have been here, Lewis. We've had quite an afternoon," she said.
He barely heard her, his gaze drawn to the window of the chamber. He gaped, astonished to see a pair of
very uneasy horses and two oddly dressed people in there, just beginning to be obscured by the rising
stasis gas.
One of the people raised her hand and waved. She was a sharp-featured woman, with cold black eyes and
hair bound back in a long braid. She smiled at him. He knew the smile. It made her eyes less cold. The
woman was the Botanist Mendoza.
Lewis had loved her, quietly, for several centuries, and she had never once noticed. They were stationed
at the same research base for many years before she was transferred. He thought of writing to her after
that, but then lost his chance, because she made a terrible mistake.
So terrible, in fact, that it was impossible that she could be standing there now smiling at him.
Then he connected the horses with the nineteenth-century clothing she was wearing. Was he seeing her,
somehow, before the commission of her mistake? Was there any chance he might warn her, prevent the
catastrophe?
No, because you couldn't violate the laws of temporal physics. You couldn't change history. He knew that
perfectly well and yet found himself running to the chamber as the gas boiled up around her, beating on
the window with his fists.
"Mendoza!" he shouted. "Mendoza, for God's sake! Don't go with him!"
She stared, taken aback, and then turned her wondering face to her companion. Lewis realized she thought
he meant the other immortal, and cried, "No!"
She looked back at him and shook her head, shrugging.
"No, no!" Lewis shouted, and he could feel tears welling in his eyes as he pressed his hands against the
glass, to push across time by main force. Futile. She was vanishing from his sight even now, as the yellow
gas obscured everything.
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Out of the clouds, her hand emerged for a moment. She set it against the window, palm to palm with his
flattened hand, a gesture he would have died for once, rendered less personal by the thickness of the glass.
Then she was gone, he had lost her again, and he staggered back from the chamber and became aware that
Maire was standing beside him. He turned and looked into her amazed eyes, struggled to compose
himself.
"Er—what's going on?" he inquired, in the coolest voice he could summon.
"You tell me!" was Maire's reply.
In the end, though, she had to explain first. What he had seen was a temporal anomaly—nothing the
Company couldn't handle. In fact Maire had received advance warning this morning from Future HQ. It
was all listed in the Temporal Concordance. Everyone knew that weird things happened at the Mount
Olympus HQ anyway, overlooking as it did Laurel Canyon's notorious Lookout Mountain Drive. It had
been built to monitor that very location, actually.
This didn't do a lot to clear up Lewis's confusion. Temporal Concordance or not, it was still supposed to
be impossible for anybody in the past to jump forward through time. When he mentioned this, Maire
glanced at the techs and drew him aside.
"She was your friend, wasn't she?"
"Yes," said Lewis. "A—a coworker. We were close."
Maire said in a low voice:
"Then you knew she was a Crome generator."
Lewis hadn't known. He was unable to hide his shock. Watching his face go pale, Maire lowered her
voice even more.
"Lewis, I'm sorry. I'm afraid it's true. Something latent that wasn't caught when she was recruited,
apparently. You know what those people are; she might have warped the field any one of a dozen ways.
What can I tell you? The impossible happens, sometimes."
He nodded, silent. Maire looked him up and down and pursed her lips.
"Under the circumstances, you see why there wasn't anything you could have done to help her," she said,
in a tone that was gentle but suggested he'd better get a grip on himself now.
Lewis gulped and nodded.
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Nothing more was said that night, and he thought the matter would slip by without further discussion. But
next morning at breakfast, Maire said, "You're still upset. I can tell."
"I guess I made a fool of myself," Lewis replied, sipping his coffee. "She was a good friend."
"I wouldn't worry about it, Lewis," she told him, stirring sugar into her cup. The tech who was on his
hands and knees scrubbing a large stain off the carpet looked up to glare at her. She glared back and
slowly lifted her coffee, drinking it in elaborate enjoyment. "I might have done the same thing in your
shoes. Besides, you're a valued Company operative."
"That's nice to know," said Lewis mildly, but he felt the hair stand on the back of his neck. He modified
the slight tremor into a sad shake of his head. "Poor Mendoza. But, after all, a Crome generator! At least
the rumors make sense now."
"Yes," Maire agreed. "Cream?"
"Thank you." Lewis held out his cup. The tech made a disgusted noise. He was a relatively young
immortal, having traveled to 1996 from the year 2332. and not liking the past at all. He didn't care for
decadent old immortals who indulged in disgusting controlled-substance abuse either. Coffee, cream, and
chocolate were all illegal in his era. More: they were immoral.
"Unfortunate, but the sooner we put it behind us the better," Maire continued. She rose and wandered over
to the picture window, which looked out across Laurel Canyon. It was a hazy morning in midsummer,
with the sky a delicate yellow shading to blue at the zenith. The yellow was from internal combustion
engines. The air burned, acrid on one's palate, and was full of the wailing of sirens and the thudding beat
of helicopter blades. Maire was fifteen thousand years old, but the late twentieth century didn't bother her
much; she'd seen worse. Besides, this was Hollywood.
Behind her, Lewis drained his coffee and set down his saucer and cup. "Sound advice," he said. "Well, I'd
better hit the road. I'm going up to San Francisco today. That fellow with the Marion Davies
correspondence has settled on a price at last."
"No, really?" Maire grinned. "I suppose you'll pay a little visit to . . ." She dropped her eyes to the tech,
who was still scrubbing away, and looked back up at Lewis. Ghirardelli's? she transmitted on a private
channel.
Lewis stood and took her hand. Shall I bring you back a box of little Theobromos cable cars? he
transmitted back.
Her smile widened, showing a lot of beautiful and very white teeth. She squeezed his hand. She was a
strong woman. You're a dear.
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"To Fisherman's Wharf? Certainly. Shall I bring you back a loaf of sourdough bread?" Lewis asked.
"You're a dear! Boudin's, please." She glanced down at the tech mischievously. "I wonder if they'll still
pack up those boiled crabs in ice chests for you."
The tech looked horrified.
"I'll find out." Lewis slipped his hand free and took his briefcase and keys. "Ciao, then. If I have to stay
over, I'll give you a call."
"Oh, stay over," Maire ordered, waving him to the door. "Too long a drive to make twice in one day.
Besides, you could use a little vacation. Get this unfortunate incident out of your mind."
"Oh, that," said Lewis, as though he'd forgotten already. "Yes, well, I imagine a ride on a cable car will
lighten my spirits."
He wasn't referring to the popular tourist transit. Theobroma cacao has a unique effect on the nervous
systems of immortals. Maire chuckled at his joke. The tech looked over his shoulder in a surly kind of
way as Lewis stepped out into the heat and light of a Southern California morning.
He walked once around his car to inspect it for vandalism. When this Company HQ had been built, thirty
years earlier, the gated community in which it was situated was regularly patrolled, to say nothing of
being perched so far up on such a steep hill as to deter most criminals. Times had changed.
Sooner or later, they always did.
Satisfied that his leased transport was safe for operation, Lewis got in. Carefully he fastened his seatbelt
and put on his sunglasses; carefully he backed out onto Zeus Drive and headed over the top of the hill to
the less crowded exit from Mount Olympus. As he descended, he had a brief view of the city that
stretched to the sea. Beyond, it had once been possible to see Catalina Island. The island was still there,
but the smog hid it. Only once in a great while, when atmospheric conditions were just right, could it be
glimpsed.
He proceeded down to Hollywood Boulevard and headed north through Cahuenga Pass, where he got on
the Hollywood Freeway. He bore east to Interstate 5. After Mission San Fernando he followed the old
stagecoach road, now a multilane highway into the mountains. It took him north, under arches restored
since the last earthquake.
Long high miles brought him to Tejon Ranch, where the road dropped like a narrow sawmill flume
between towering mountains preposterously out of scale. At the top, the San Joaquin Valley hung before
his eyes like a curtain, and far down and away the tiny road raced across it, straight as an arrow.
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He shivered, remembering how bad the grim old Ridge Route had been, especially in the season of flash
floods, or forest fires, or blizzards, or summer heat so extreme, it made automobile tires explode. The
modern road had only the drawback of the San Andreas Fault, which lay directly beneath it.
But there was no earthquake scheduled today, so as he shot down onto the plain through a miasma of
burning brakes he muttered a little prayer of thanks to Apollo, in whom he did not particularly believe, but
one really ought to thank somebody for getting safely down that pass.
For the next four hours the view was the same: the lion-yellow Diablo Range on his left, flat fields on his
right, stretching across the floor of the valley to the Sierra Nevadas, the eastern wall of the world. Straight
ahead lay the highway, shimmering in the heat. Memory rose like a ghost from the bright, silent
monotony.
He did not want to remember himself striding along the front walk of Botany Residential with a bouquet
of red roses, and he was even whistling, for God's sake, he was that happy. Could anything have been
more of a cliché? Right in through the lobby, past all the mortal servants and the Botany staff leaving for
early dinners, and he didn't care who saw him. He waited at the elevator, still whistling. He might as well
have had a neon sign on his forehead: I AM A HAPPY MAN.
The elevator doors opened, and there stood Botanist Mendoza, ice bucket in hand. She smiled at him,
briefly. She didn't smile at many people, but once at a party he'd been casually kind to her. It hadn't
amounted to much; he'd seen her alone at a table, miserably unhappy, and brought her a handful of
cocktail napkins to dry her eyes. Could he help? No, she explained with brittle dignity: it was only that
she'd once loved a mortal man, and he'd been dead now for forty years, and she hadn't realized it had been
that long until something at the party reminded her. She didn't really want company, but Lewis stayed
long enough to be sure she was all right.
He smiled and nodded at her now, and she nodded back. They stepped past each other, she to the ice
machine and he to ascend into realms of delight. He thought.
As it turned out, he got ice too.
Ten minutes later he was standing outside the elevator on the fifth floor of Botany Residential, in the act
of tossing the roses into the trash chute, when the door opened and Mendoza was standing there again,
witness to his bitter gesture. Her eyes widened. He drew himself up, summoning what shreds of self-
respect he had left, and adjusted his cuffs.
"Hello, Mendoza," he said.
"Oh, Lewis. I'm sorry," she said.
She took him down the hall to her apartment, and he didn't mean to pour out his woes, but he did, and she
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listened.
They stayed there for hours, until he talked it all out, and then it seemed like a good idea for them to sneak
down to the bar in the lobby and go on talking over drinks. For some reason she decided to let him past
the wall of sarcasm with which she kept the rest of the world at bay. It couldn't have been his little
moment of chivalry with the cocktail napkins. Lewis had been kind to a lot of women. But, laughing with
her in that cramped little bar, he spent the best evening he'd had in a long time. And they were seen.
"You went out with the Ice Witch?" hooted Eliakim from Archives. "Mendoza? Botanist Mendoza? You
took a flamethrower instead of a bottle or something?"
"None of your business," Lewis said. "But it might interest you to know that she's a perfectly delightful
woman."
"This is the redhead we're talking about, right?" Junius from Catering leaned over the back of his chair,
eyes wide with disbelief. "The workaholic? The one who isn't interested in anybody? I tried to kiss her
once at a Solstice party, and I thought I'd have to get a skin graft for the frostbite!" He looked at Lewis
with a certain awe that Lewis found flattering.
He merely shrugged. "It doesn't bear discussion."
Of course they promptly went out and told most of New World One, and for about two weeks rumors
flew. He went to Mendoza to apologize.
"To hell with them," she said philosophically. "Us a couple? Are they nuts? What a bunch of nasty little
academic gossips, and what overblown imaginations."
"I just wanted you to understand that none of it came from me," he said, not that pleased.
"I know," she replied, looking at him with a fondness that made his heart skip a beat. "You're a good man,
Lewis. You're the nicest immortal I've ever known."
She kissed him, then, on the cheek, and tousled his hair.
They never became lovers, but she was affectionate with him in a way she never was with anyone else.
He accepted that. They became great friends. When he was transferred to England, he found he missed
her terribly. When he learned what had happened to her, years later in Los Angeles, he was sick at heart.
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San Francisco
He gave a sigh of relief when at last he turned west through the Altamont Pass, fighting the wind until he
got through to the East Bay cities, leaving the golden desolation well behind him.
Chrome and glass, sea air, the Oakland Bay Bridge with its section that had fallen out during the last big
earthquake—all nicely replaced now, millions of busy commuters never gave it so much as a thought
anymore, but Lewis's knuckles were white on the steering wheel until he had crossed into the city.
He made his way along the diagonal of Columbus, where he turned up a steep and narrow street and
called upon a man in a dark rear apartment. A price was named and met; several bundles of cash were
removed from Lewis's leather briefcase, to be replaced by a certain packet of letters. Lewis got back into
his car and checked his internal chronometer.
Three hours ahead of schedule.
He started the car and took it up the long spiral to Coit Tower, apologizing to the transmission. There he
parked and walked to the edge of the terrace, to all appearances a young executive taking an afternoon off
to admire the spectacular view.
He removed his sunglasses and folded them away in his breast pocket. He looked out across the bay at
Marin County. Somewhere over there . . . ? He transmitted a tentative inquiry. It was returned
immediately, from the depths of the city at his feet:
Receiving your signal. Who's that?
Literature Specialist Lewis. Joseph?
Lewis! What are you doing up here?
We have something to discuss in private. Coordinates, please?
Directions were transmitted. Lewis got back into his car and drove down from Coit Tower, apologizing
this time to the brakes and promising to go nowhere near Lombard Street's notorious block.
He drove to another tourist attraction instead: the great outdoor shopping mall on Pier 39. Parking, he
wandered through the mortal throng, the Europeans with cameras, performance artists, recovering addicts
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