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  ATLANTIS ENDGAME

  (A new Time Traders adventure)

  By

  Andre Norton & Sherwood Smith

  Copyright © 2002 by Andre Norton & Sherwood Smith

  First Edition: December 2002

  Edited by James Frenkel

  ISBN 0-312-85922-8

  Acknowlegments

  As always, my thanks to Dave Trowbridge, Tech Wizard of the Redwoods. Also, I would like to thank Diana L. Paxson, who furnished information on oracles of Ancient Greece. Thanks also to Noreen Doyle for data on Ancient Egypt and to Raila Stella Papadopoulou for help with Greek words. —S. S.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

  CHAPTER 1

  "SURE WE HAVE the new software," Ross Murdock said, scrupulously unaware of his landlady peeping up at him over the tops of her spectacles as she drowned her potted plants for what was probably the fourth time that day. "It's a fine spreadsheet. Plenty of new features."

  Gordon Ashe, following him up the stairs inside the hall, looked amused, but said nothing until Ross had shut the apartment door behind him and locked it.

  "Nosy landlady, I take it?" Ashe commented.

  "The tenants here arc better than TV, she seems to think. At least from the gossip she rattles off to Eveleen when she can catch her."

  Ashe and Ross both surveyed the plain living room with its garage-sale furnishings. Eveleen had done her best to add homey touches: a brightly colored braided rug on the floor, a few very hardy houseplants, and one or two ancient artifacts brought up from the past—nothing to raise eyebrows, should anyone drop in who knew about such things. But Ross and Eveleen knew the real stories behind them—sometimes even had known the person who had made them, thousands of years before.

  Ashe shook his head. "Seems like a lot of trouble to go to, if you ask me. Project Star would be happy enough to issue you living quarters, and the ones married couples get are fairly plush. A lot nicer than this, if you want to know the truth."

  "But underground. And it's still there, under their control. I've worked for the Project just about my entire adult life, and I respect everyone in it, but I want my own place. My own space. And so docs Eveleen," Ross added.

  Ashe opened a hand. "But what happens when you're gone on a mission? It's Project Star that handles your pay and banking, right?"

  Ross nodded. "Yeah. They renew our yearly lease when it comes up. They cover the utilities. And they pay the cleaning service that comes through here once a week. Those guys dust and even water the plants." Ross gave the leaves of a spider plant a flick. "So, yeah. They hassle the details, but that's only when we're gone."

  Ashe, amused, said, "I confess I don't see the difference. Plus you've got the added annoyance of a nosy landlady."

  "But she's not our boss. Maybe it's the street kid in me, but I get itchy at the thought of living under the boss's roof, however benevolent." Ross shrugged, looking sardonic. Makes no sense, does it?"

  "Contrary," Ashe replied. To him, it didn't seem all that long ago when he was assigned the nervy, distrustful troublemaker Ross Murdock, straight from juvenile court. Ross had become one of the best agents in the ultra secret Project Star in spite—or maybe because—of his readiness to apply action first, arid palaver afterward, to unexpected problems.

  Ashe dropped down onto one of the chairs, giving Ross a skewed smile. Did the landlady also sec the signs of the street kid in him?

  ——————————

  ROSS BROUGHT OUT a couple of mugs of coffee, giving his old partner an appraising glance. Why was Ashe so silent, staring through the coffee as if he were trying to scry his future in it? Cordon Ashe was a tough, lean man around middle age, sun browned and fit. His blue-eyed gaze was direct and intelligent, his dark hair worn short. His plain brown suit conveyed a semblance of bland city-civilization, but he looked and moved like someone who preferred being out of doors.

  To break the lengthening silence, Ross said, "The landlady doesn't seem to believe I'm a computer software salesman."

  Ashe blinked and looked up. "I take it you don't think I played a convincing buyer?" he asked, the corners of his mouth deepening.

  "Well, neither of us looks much like the TV version of your standard computer geek. In any case, Mrs. Withan thinks I'm a no-account. It's Eveleen she keeps pestering. A 'real lady karate expert'!" His voice went squeaky on the last words, and he clasped his hands and looked skyward. "We can all sleep well of nights, knowing we have a real lady karate expert in the building!"

  Ashe laughed, but it was a quick, absent laugh, and Ross sat down on the couch. Yep, something was wrong. Instinct had become conviction. "Well, you didn't come over to shoot the breeze. What's going on?"

  Gordon Ashe hesitated, one hand absently touching his breast pocket, where Ross saw the edge of a folded piece of paper. Then Ashe shook his head. "I take it Eveleen is teaching a karate class?"

  Ross nodded. "She likes to keep in shape, and it gives her a perfect cover job." lie glanced at his watch. "She'll be back in a couple hours."

  Ashe struck his hands on his knees and got to his feet again. "You asked what's wrong. There are so many possible levels of wrongness here I don't really know where to begin."

  Ross whistled under his breath. I knew it. Their last mission—to another planet and thousands of years into its past—had been tough enough, but when Ashe first told them about it he'd been business-as-usual. What could be nasty enough to get the guy—old Ice Veins, some of the younger Time Agents had nicknamed him—this jittery?

  "I have a meeting in an hour," Ashe said. "I'd hoped to find both of you here for a strategy powwow first, but maybe it's for the best, because there would be more questions than I could answer."

  "All sufficiently mysterious," Ross said, now feeling that inward sense of tension ignite. Incipient action. He could almost smell it, like the ozone moments before a lightning strike.

  Ashe paused with his hand out just before Ross opened the door. "Oh, a request," he said, smiling oddly. "When you two do come, would you ask Eveleen to wear those gold earrings of hers?"

  "Sure." Ross snorted a laugh. "Going romantic at last?"

  Ashe only shook his head again, so Ross opened his front door. There was Mrs. Withan, sweeping the hall stairs.

  Ashe sent one of those ironic looks over his shoulder. But after years of playing an astonishing variety of roles, from a Folsom Culture trader to a garbage collector on a planet so far away there was no meaningful measure of distance, he was obviously capable of dealing with one nosy landlady.

  "We'll get those statistical disks next round," he said, descending the stairs. "Remember to send me the new catalogues."

  "In the mail tomorrow." Ross lifted a hand, watched the landlady's shadow on the opposite wall as she peeped out after Ashe, and then shut the door, laughing softly.

  He moved into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Did all newlyweds develop their own codes, almost a
private language? He reflected on that as he gathered together the fixings for chicken salad. What Eveleen had begun calling his Threat-o-Meter had gone into the red zone; he strongly suspected that the two of them would be called in early tomorrow. Maybe even tonight. Better get dinner going right away, or they might not get any.

  As the meat sizzled in the broiler, he wandered into the bedroom and fired up the computer. Did an e-mail check. That, too, came coded, if it was from Project Star, sufficiently bland messages that even the cleverest hacker—supposing one could actually slip past the Project firewalls—couldn't make anything of. Of course, as to that putative hacker, Ross suspected anyone smart enough to do that had already been hired by Kelgarries.

  Nothing on the e-mail. His Threat-o-Meter ratcheted up another notch.

  ——————————

  EVELEEN OPENED THE door moments before Ross had everything ready. "Just tossing the salad," he called from the kitchen.

  Eveleen appeared in the doorway, small, neat, her mouth quirking just so. "Well, in a minute," he corrected, dropping his utensils and crossing the tiny kitchen so he could grab her up and kiss her.

  She returned hug and lass with surprising strength for so small a woman, but, then, a third-degree black belt in four forms of martial arts is bound to be strong.

  "There's trouble," she ventured, after he set her down again.

  "How can you tell? I haven't said anything!"

  "It's your silence." Her brown eyes narrowed as they studied each other. "And—I don't know, this sense I get." She poked his nose. "Threat-o-Meter?"

  "Force nine," he admitted. "Gordon came here, said something mysterious, then took off again without another damn word."

  She whistled. "Unlike him, you must admit. Force nine indeed. Let me shower and get something weekendy on. If the call comes tonight, we'll be going out to dinner and a flick." She pointed downstairs.

  Ross snorted. "And if Mrs. Withan asks what movie we saw, and what we thought?"

  "I read all the reviews of the new ones just yesterday." Eveleen chuckled as she leaned back against his shoulder. "I can handle any questions she might ask. And you just say something grunty and mannish like ‘I love action flicks’ or ‘Geez, another chick flick’."

  " ‘Grunty and mannish.’ Check."

  Eveleen gave him an unrepentant flicker of a smile, and then her expression went pensive. "I hope you don't hold a grudge against Mrs. W. You have to remember she's the normal one."

  "It's normal to nose into everyone's affairs?"

  "Well, she takes it to excess, but my point is that she's more normal than we are. Humans do form social and kinship networks. She likes to think of the tenants here as a little social network, a family, and loves to see them all getting together and doing normal things, like big barbecues and July Fourth celebrations with buddies at work and so forth. All the other people in the building seem to know a little about one another, yet here we are, riving like a couple of hermits."

  "Well, we travel a lot," Ross protested. He added with a grin, "They just won't find out where—or when."

  "It's not that; it's us," Eveleen said. "I was thinking about it at the dojo today. They all ask after one another's families and friends, and if someone has a disaster, they rally. Oh, I know if we have problems the Project takes care of us—that's not it. It's just that I realized so many of our social and emotional networks—kinship networks, almost—were formed with people in the past, some on other planets, and we can never get those back. It's finished, because if we go back again in time, we risk ruining the now. We can pretend we live with normal people in the here and now, but we aren't really part of the contemporary world; we can't let ourselves be."

  Ross took her face in his hands so he could gaze down into those lovely brown eyes flecked with tiny bits of gold. I could swim in those eyes, he thought, but that was sensory reaction. What was she thinking? He remembered some of the poetry he'd tried to get out of reading when he was a school kid, proclaiming eyes as the window to the soul. Very poetic, except they weren't. You couldn't really tell what thoughts went on behind those eyes, even the eyes of one you loved more than anything or anybody. "What're we really talking about here?" he murmured. "You want to quit the Project, is that it?"

  She shook her head, smiling. "No. Because it really is our family, in a sense, even though we took this apartment to make a kind of grand gesture, as if we really do have a life outside Project Star. But there isn't one. We do have to admit it and not take out our annoyance on innocent busybodies like Mrs.Withan."

  Ross kissed her again. "All right. Got it. From now on, I promise to think of Mrs. W. as a normal, nice busybody."

  Eveleen laughed. "I give up. Lecture over! I'd better grab that shower, or when Gordon's call comes, I'll be not just hungry but grungy."

  "Oh! Almost forgot. He said the damndest thing right before lie took off. When we do meet up, he wants you to wear your gold earrings. Something dubious about those I don't know?" Tie wiggled his eyebrows.

  "If there is something dubious, no one told me," Eveleen said, going into the bedroom and coining out again with the earrings.

  They both looked down at the simple beaten gold hoops on her palms. Inexpensive for golden earrings, a style that women—and sometimes men, according to the vagaries of fashion—had been wearing for thousands of years.

  "My dad gave me these when I turned twenty-one," she said. "I don't think that exactly registers as dubious, mysterious, or otherwise provocative."

  Ross spread his hands. "Crazy."

  Eveleen laid down the earrings, and padded toward the bathroom. "But I guess yon never know! Watch 'em in case they suddenly start beeping mystery messages."

  "With our hick, they're more likely to explode," he said grimly.

  She was still laughing when the phone rang.

  CHAPTER 2

  GORDON ASHE REACHED the restaurant twenty minutes early and was annoyed with himself. He could sit in the bar and brood for what would seem like twenty hours, or he could take his laptop in and look like a pompous fool. Or he could drive around the block twenty times.

  With a sigh of annoyance he got out of his car and tossed the keys to the parking attendant. He checked his watch again, knowing it was a stupid impulse. Thirty whole seconds had sped by!

  All right, he was in a sour mood anyway; why not go inside and brood.

  The restaurant was an old favorite. It wasn't dark as pitch inside—he hated that—and it had decent food without a lot of the pretentious posturing that seemed to go with it in tonier places. He headed for the bar, which was mostly empty, for the hour was early yet.

  A woman sat alone at the end. Tie almost looked away, but something in the curve of shoulder, the angle of her head zapped his memory. Twenty-five years he hadn't seen her, but he knew her immediately.

  "Is that you, Gordon?" Her voice hadn't changed.

  "Linnea?" His mind fumbled back and forth between two different tracks of thought: memories of their last meeting—a towering argument—and the e-mail she'd sent him just yesterday. A third track superimposed itself: what subtle measures did the mind use to mark a familiar face or form? He'd probably seen twenty thousand women—more—since he last was in Linnea Edel's presence, but he'd immediately known that precise tilt of chin as if he'd just parted from her an hour ago.

  "Yes, it is I," she said, getting off her bar stool and coming forward.

  Neither spoke as they looked at each other. Site's the same, he thought. Oh, older—and she didn't bother to hide it, either. Her thick cloud of dark hair was streaked with gray, and maybe her contours were softer, for she'd never been fashionably thin (or bad shown the slightest interest in fashion) back then. She was still short and round, and though age, and experience, and the inevitable effects of gravity had carved lines in her face, her Mediterranean bone structure was more sharply emphasized now, and he realized she was more attractive than ever.

  He tried a polite opener. "How was
the drive up from New York?"

  "Slow. And then pretty." She gave him a rueful smile. "Gordon, I hope you're not mad at me. I realized after you sent your e-mail about meeting here—so neutral a place, like a truce—that maybe it seemed like I was threatening you, and it wasn't that, not at all."

  Nothing like the exigencies of work to snap the mind back to the here and now. Aware of interested ears at the bar, Ashe said easily, "Threaten me all you like. I have just as much back history to bore you with as you could have for me. But how about we get a booth first, and we can play catch-up in comfort?"

  Her eyes narrowed in a subtle signal of comprehension.

  She laughed. "Ah, but I came armed with family photos! Lead on."

  They were soon settled into a corner booth near the fireplace. A bar waiter appeared, and Ashe asked for seltzer on the rocks with a twist, just to get rid of the guy; he did not want alcohol clouding his brain now. As the waiter moved away, he looked at the drink Linnea had brought and realized she was drinking the same thing.

  "Before we start," he said, striving for normalcy, except what is normal when you haven't seen someone since a fight twenty-five years ago, and then she sends yon a sinister letter? "Do yon really have family photos? How is J.J.? And didn't I hear you'd had lads?"

  "Two." She raised her fingers. "Twins. Mariana is in the navy, doing something arcane with radar, and adores it, when I hear from her, which is about twice a year. Max is in Los Angeles at film school, working about twenty hours a day, which is what you have to do until you break into that business. I hear from him once a year."

  She had picked up her glass and was gently clinking the ice cubes round and round, round and round. She seemed to realize that she was doing it and set it down again, then tipped her head, that inquiring angle that had reminded him of a bird, and said, "J.J. died five years ago."

  "I'm sorry," Ashe said, hating how inadequate it sounded.

 

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