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which is what Stafford has threatened to do … no human will be alive within a week。 The canister must be incinerated without being opened。 Burned totally at high temperature。 That means of its deactivation must be acplished before Stafford uses it。 Stafford says if the people protest his rule； if they wish to try to live on the surface despite his warnings； he will release the virus above Eden。 So that no one could ever hope to live on the surface。〃
〃I see；〃 Rock said grimly。
〃Stafford's a real Jim Jones case；〃 Rath added。 〃Stafford must be stopped。 Will you try； Rockson？〃
Rockson sighed。 〃We're snowbound。。。〃
〃You made it up to Alaska and back once in the winter。〃
〃With sled dogs； and an Eskimo guide。 I don't have either here。。。 Danik； if I mounted an expedition； say a six… or seven…man attack force； can you lead me to Eden？〃
〃I don't know the way there。 I just wandered here。 I don't know the location of Eden。 God； I'm sorry； Rockson。〃 Danik buried his thin face in his hands。
〃You have to find a way to Eden； Rockson；〃 Rath demanded。 〃You will find a way。 You're the Doomsday Warrior。〃
〃Thanks for your confidence。 But there are things I can't do … like miracles。〃
〃You'll find a way。〃
CHAPTER 3
Danik lay down in his warm feather bed and looked up at the softly glowing ceiling above him。 〃Century City；〃 he said softly； to himself。 〃I am in Century City； a free American city。 There is life； life vibrant and healthy； out here in the wilderness of America。 Here are people； not sickly diseased mutations； not cannibals as Stafford had claimed … but good； brave Americans。〃
Danik reached over to the table and took up the asleep…learning earphones and placed them on his head。 He closed his eyes。 Dr。 Schecter had told him to relax； to rest and listen to this particular tape： 〃Accounts of the Exploits of Ted Rockson； by Detroit Green。〃 Schecter reasoned that on hearing of the exploits of Ted Rockson； Danik's unconscious would have to admit the possibility that Ted Rockson could do the impossible。 Namely； that Rockson could go to Eden with his small squad； defeat Stafford； prevent Factor Q from being unleashed。 Schecter believed； along with the psychiatric staff； that Danik's blocked memories of his trek might be released； Danik believed there was hope； 〃You'll remember enough of your trek to lead our man to Eden；〃 Schecter had encouraged。 〃You will。〃
Danik sighed。 He put on the earphones and lay back trying to relax。 He did want to hear of Rockson's exploits。 Danik wanted to know more about this man with the white streak in his hair and mismatched eyes。 The man they called the Doomsday Warrior。
Everyone was depending on him to remember。 And he couldn't。 The only thing he remembered of the trek was ing out of the half…collapsed tunnel from Eden with his panions in the nighttime。 And following the star … the North Star。 Then all was a blank until the moment he was being carried by two men into Century City。 They'd carried him up to a sheer mountain wall； banged on the rocks as if they were knocking on a door。 Then； amazingly； a doorway had opened and they had moved on into a long green…lit corridor； the doorway sealing behind them silently。 He remembered other people … men and gorgeous tall healthy women … ing to meet the men who carried him。 These people wore white uniforms。
He had been placed on the table and wheeled down a maze of corridors to a white room。 He remembered tubes being stuck into his arms and a kindly old man the others called Dr。 Schecter leaning over him and doing things with instruments that beeped and clicked。 Then there had been the blissful warm darkness。 And when he awoke … the doctor had said； 〃How are you？〃
The man called Rath had e； questioned him briefly； and told him to rest again。 In response to Danik's own questions they had given him his first sleep…learning tape； the one that told the history of Century City。 He could practically recite it：
On one fateful fall day in 1989； the skies over America had filled with death。 Death ing in the form of a thousand nuke warheads fired by the Soviet Union； a surprise attack that was to devastate the United States。 A surprise attack that would raise clouds of deadly fallout that would also make much of the world … including the Soviet Union … a radioactive desert。 Madness。 And yet it happened 。 。 。 But that was only the beginning； not the end。
Oh； what a story came next。 The building of Century City。 The story of a proud and brave people … Americans； surviving。 Men and women trapped in their vehicles in the miles…long highway tunnel near Denver； sealed off from the fallout by avalanches； had dug out。 They'd seen what had happened and sealed themselves in again。 There were trailer trucks of supplies on that buried road； and men and women with all sorts of skills。 They endured。 They had slowly； over a hundred years； carved out this fantastic city； and still fought the Soviet occupiers of America。 Century City； the product of the survivors of a nation of tinkerers … tinkerers like Edison； Ford； Du Mont； tinkerers with visions； with no holds on their imagination … because they were free。
The tape had told Danik of the century…plus of struggle against the brutal occupiers； and of the millions of less fortunate Americans that lived in fortress cities of the conquering armies of Russia； as slaves … slaves that toiled for their masters sixteen hours a day seven days a week； to supply the Reds with all their clothing； weapons； and foodstuffs。
But there was more； much more to America than slavery。 Danik had learned that a league of hidden free cities … some small military bases； some large plexes like Century City； existed in the Rocky Mountains。 These hidden bases were waging a successful guerrilla war against the Russians。 And the leader of that epic struggle was the man he had met just that afternoon； the man they called the Doomsday Warrior。 Which was why Danik was anxious to listen to Rockson's exploits now。 He adjusted the earphones； Danik fell asleep and dreamed。 The dream he dreamed … pliments of the sleep tape … told the story of the Doomsday Warrior。 From the time Ted Rockson had wandered into Century City as a teenage boy： Rockson's parents； who had lived with him far into the wilderness； were killed by a KGB patrol。 Rockson had journeyed through the wilderness to Century City virtually unarmed。 He ate what he found or killed。 The distance was a thousand miles。 Once in the free fortress…city； he quickly rose through the ranks of Freefighters to mand position； first as a lieutenant； eventually being a general； and then； finally mander of all the Resistance forces。 The tape summarized； in varying detail； many of Rockson's exploits； especially the last。 It had been a mission to the Arctic Circle itself； after a madman named Killov； who threatened the world from the bitter darkness of the northern winter with deadly atomic missiles。 Ted Rockson had trekked to the north and challenged Killov and his KGB army with a mere handful of panions … the Rock Team； as he called them。
The Rock Team were seven individuals of rare skills and fighting abilities。 Besides Rockson； it consisted of Detroit Green； the bullnecked black man … a crack shot and a fearsome opponent in hand…to…hand。 Green was a champion grenade thrower。 He always carried twin bandoliers with dozens of his 〃pineapples〃 attached to them across his chest。
Then there was Chen； the martial arts expert with the pencil…thin moustache。 He had taught Rockson his fighting skills。 Chen carried a beltload of shuriken； or star…knives。 Some of the five… and six…pointed metal stars were for slicing throats at a hundred yards。 Others were more lethal； carrying mini plastic charges of explosive； for ripping apart enemy units。
McCaughlin； a seven…foot…tall bear of a man； not light on his feet of course； but a real powerhouse； was a human battering ram most useful when a door that couldn't be opened had to be。 The crew…cut Scots…American was a crack shot with the 9mm Liberator rifle。 But more important； he was a real humorist。 Often； he was the morale builder of the Rock Team。 When things got rough； when all hope appeared lost； McCaughlin's gentle wit and wry jokes
