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Or he could destroy everything.

But what would be the point in that? Bub had shown himself to be cooperative, and interested in humans. There would be no point in his using the world's knowledge for bad things.

Belgium laughed again, at the memory of the cartoon elephant drinking out of the mouse's tiny tea cup.

“This is all insane,” he said to himself.

Then he closed his eyes and imagined sitting on that boat, the sun warm on his face.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The alarm went off at 7:00 AM, but Race was already up. He hadn't slept much; it seemed that every time he got comfortable his mind woke him up, offering images of combat and war games.

Soon. Very soon.

He hopped out of bed and did a quick round of calisthenics, working his muscles, feeling the sweat and increased respiration, enjoying it more than usual. Healthy body, healthy mind. He finished and hit the shower.

He was tempted to wake everyone up, get this show on the road, but restraint was as important a leadership quality as action. Race dressed in some chinos and a green crew neck and left his room for the Mess Hall. He made a large bowl of pancake batter and added two cans of blueberries to it while a pat of butter melted on the skillet. Helen had taught him how to make pancakes, years ago. He'd always hoped one day she would teach him other dishes. That was becoming more of a possibility with every passing day.

He made six cakes for himself and ate them with honey. Then he made twenty more with the rest of the batter for whoever wanted them. The thought amused him; a Brigadier General making blueberry pancakes for his troops. Even more amusing; the Secretary of Defense making blueberry pancakes.

Race chuckled to himself. He put two more pancakes on his plate and put the rest in the refrigerator. He then poured a glass of milk, and took that and the plate out of the Mess Hall, through the Octopus, and into Yellow 1.

“Who are you?” his wife asked. “What am I doing here? Why am I tied to this bed? Are you a doctor?”

“I'm your husband, dear.”

He set the plate and glass on the nightstand and changed her diaper while fielding her usual questions. She had some diaper rash, and he applied ointment as she protested between sobs. Then he untethered her hands and helped her sit up.

“Oh Race, how did we get so old?” she cried.

He checked her for bed sores and found none; Harker was good at her job in that respect.

“Can you get up, sit at the table for breakfast?”

She sniffled and nodded. Race put his arm around her waist and walked with her to the small breakfast bar on the other side of the room. Her legs were wobbly things, incapable of supporting her fragile body without his help.

“Remember how we used to cut the rug?” Race said, grinning.

Her teary eyes shone for a moment.

“You were quite the dancer,” Helen said.

“You too. I was the envy of every CO on the base with a pretty thing like you at my side.”

He sat her in a chair and fetched the pancakes and milk.

“Blueberry pancakes,” Helen said. “Just like I make.”

He helped her cut them up and she tried to feed herself until the chorea hit, her arm knocking the plate across the table. Race held her until it passed, then gave her some milk.

“Dr. Harker mentioned that Bub was speaking,” Helen said.

This startled Race. Helen usually couldn't remember anything that happened within the last forty years.

“He is. I'm going to run the Roosevelt Book by him today.”

“Then we can go home,” Helen said.

Race's eyes welled up. He'd put up so many emotional defenses over the years it was rare when something slipped through.

“Yes, my love. Then we can go home.”

Helen gave him a small kiss on the lips.

“Walk me back to bed, dear. I think I'll watch some television.”

Race carried her back to bed and retied her arms. The television remote control was bolted to the frame under her right hand. He pressed the power button for her. Helen flipped channels until she found a game show, and Race kissed her forehead and left with the plate and glass. He found Father Thrist in the Octopus, typing away on a computer.

“Good morning, Father.”

“Good morning, General. Today is the big day.”

“It is. Hopefully I'll get all of it done. It depends how talkative he is.”

“Yes. I would also like some time with Bub. When you've finished, of course. The President has granted me that.”

“Of course, Father. You can sit in on my interrogation as well.”

Thrist nodded and turned back to his terminal. Race returned to his room, Blue 1, and picked up his phone. He hit the intercom code and spoke into the receiver.

“Good morning, there are blueberry pancakes in the fridge in limited supply, first come first serve. I would like everyone to meet in the Mess Hall by o-nine hundred hours. Today is the big day.”

He hung up the phone and forced himself to concentrate. His focus should have been on the game, but his mind was already on the victory party. First would be a briefing with the President, of course. Before he accepted any appointments, Race wanted to take a vacation. See how much his country had changed over the last four decades. If things went according to his plan, Helen could accompany him. She always wanted to go to Hollywood. How could he say no?

The President would undoubtedly also want his input on the future of Samhain. Depending on the answers Race got from Bub, there were three possible venues to take. Keep Bub a secret and let the project continue, end the project and go public, or end the project and terminate Bub. Samhain was home to Race, but it was a foster home, and he wouldn't miss it in the least. Race would help train his replacement, or he would talk with reporters, or he would push the buttons in Yellow 4 that would detonate Bub's implanted explosives. Whatever the President wanted, Race didn't care. It wasn't a soldier's job to care. But a forty-year tour was long enough. Race wanted out.

He picked up the Roosevelt Book from the dresser and tucked it in his armpit. When he arrived at the Mess Hall Andy and Sun were already there, digging into his pancakes.

“Good morning,” Race beamed. “How's the grub?”

“Good, thanks,” Andy said.

Sun nodded her approval; she was chewing. Race noted their close proximity to each other, one that implied intimacy, and thought of how times had changed. Race had dated Helen for six weeks before even getting a kiss. These two had known each other for two days and it was apparent they had something going on.

“How's our permanent resident?” Race asked. “Is he ready to be questioned?”

“He had breakfast earlier,” Sun said. “He's talking up a storm.”

Andy agreed. “His grasp of language is remarkable. It's as if he's been speaking it his whole life. By the time we were done with him last night, his English was better than mine.”

“Great. We'll begin after everyone has breakfast. Good morning, Frank.”

Dr. Belgium entered Green 2 wearing the rumpled lab coat he'd had on the night before. His face was stubbly and the bags under his eyes were large enough to pack.

“Morning,” he mumbled.

“You look like hell, Doctor. Do you feel okay?”

“Headache. Didn't sleep well.”

“Let Dr. Harker take a look at you later,” Race said. “Good morning, Rabbi.”

“Shalom,” Rabbi Shotzen said. He sat down at the table. “So the demon is speaking English, yes?”

“Like a native,” Andy said.

“And everyone thinks he learned an entire language overnight? No one is suspicious that he may have known English all along and has been feigning ignorance?”

“Have some pancakes, Rabbi,” Race gave the holy man a pat on the back.

“Thank you, General, I will. You used the kashered cast iron skillet, yes? Good. Remember; we must take everything the demon says with two grains of salt. Bub may not be a fallen angel, but he's imitating one, and all of hell's angels lie. Now if someone could pass me a plate maybe?”

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