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ock Team。 When things got rough; when all hope appeared lost; McCaughlin's gentle wit and wry jokes saved the day。 He was a must on every mission。
 Then there was Archer; the near…mute mountain man who Rockson had once saved from a quicksand pool。 Archer was the oddest of the bunch。 He lived deep in the twisting maze of conduit tunnels deep below Century City; preferring isolation and quiet to panionship。 And why not? Archer; named thus because of his fantastic homemade metal crossbow and the special arrows that he always carried; had lived alone most of his life。 Until he was found in his desperate condition by Rockson。 Now Archer had allegiance to Rockson and Rockson alone。 Because he always wore his same bearskin clothing; and seldom if ever bathed; some inhabitants of the rather neat underground city shunned him … and he shunned them。 Still; when out in the open; his scent wasn't too bad; and he was a good man to have around。
 Scheransky was the latest addition to the team led by the Doomsday Warrior。 He was a Russian defector; who liked to describe himself as 〃Russian; not Soviet。〃 He was proud of his people and their ingenuity and many achievements; and lived for the day when the hated dictatorship of his native land could be brought down to let democracy finally reign。 A short man; he had once been chubby; but now this dark…eyed; blond…haired technical wizard had slimmed down; gotten hard and muscled in the fight for freedom。
 Rona Wallender; the only female member of the Rockson team; had been left behind on the Rock Team mission to Alaska。 Not that the Amazon…like tanned beauty had wanted to be left behind。 She was a crack shot; and trained in survival and the martial arts。 Frequently; Rona was Rockson's panion when he hunted bear and deer in the wilderness of the Rockies。 And the stunning redhead; all five foot ten of her; never failed to bag her share of dangerous quarry。 She had been Rockson's lover for years。 Not that the Doomsday Warrior didn't dally here and there with other females from time to time。
 Danik learned that last Rock Team mission to save freedom had ended with a triumph for his forces of liberty。 While the Rock Team had engaged Killov's army in a deadly firefight in the Arctic darkness; the Doomsday Warrior had mandeered a Soviet jet and chased after the deadly missile launched by KGB head Killov。 Rockson had destroyed Killov's deadly missile in midair。 Then Rockson had crash…landed in the desert。 And after being captured by a Soviet patrol; he had encountered a strange megastorm。 The nature of that storm; and its consequences for Rockson; was classified material; and not available on tape。
 The taped account of the adventure finished with the Doomsday Warrior staggering into Century City's south portal nine months ago; about as near death as Danik had been。
 When he awoke; Danik had only one thing in mind。 To travel to Eden with this man…among…men; with this hero of the twenty…first century; Ted Rockson; and his team of Freefighters。 If Danik should die; then it would be a noble death; to be among such brave warriors。
 After a breakfast of fresh scrambled hawk eggs and coffee; served in his room by a pretty orderly named Janet; Danik eagerly set off down the corridors he was being familiar with to his morning meeting with the entire Rock Team。 Danik was elated。 He had remembered something。 Not much; but something。 Perhaps it would be enough。
 
 
 CHAPTER 4
 
 Rockson had gathered most of the Rock Team in the Security office。 They sat with notepads in front of them; around the shiny…surfaced conference table。 Rath was there of course too。 The door opened a moment after the bat veterans had all arrived。 Rock looked up; expecting to see Danik。 But instead it was Rona。 All dressed up in full bat gear。
 〃Rona; what the hell are you doing down here?〃 he bellowed。
 〃I want in on this one。 Rock。 You left me out of the Alaska mission … I'm going on this one。〃
 〃Like hell you are。 I'm only taking members of my northern team。 The winter team。 You're out。〃
 〃I'm in。〃
 Rock sighed; 〃Look Rona; there probably isn't a mission at all。 I assume you're familiar by now with the events of the past few days; our visitor from Eden?〃
 She nodded。
 〃Well; Danik doesn't remember enough to lead us anywhere。 And even if he did; unless we figure out some way to get through a thousand miles of waist…high snow and subzero temperatures … even these men; all veterans of the Alaska mission … won't be able to do a thing。〃
 Before the argument died down; Danik came in on schedule and seated himself。 After introductions; Danik told of his new recollections。 They were sketchy。 Danik couldn't trace his course on the map Rockson had spread on the table。 There was no need for such maps in Eden。 He did remember some landmarks along the route he had taken from Eden。 The team eagerly listened to these recollections。
 〃I remember we crossed a river … a shallow thing that my friend Run Dutil said was the Rio Grande。 Then the next thing I recall; two days later; are some odd…shaped rocks … about fifty feet high。 Carved by the surface winds; I suppose。 One looked like a whale … I've seen your pictures of whales。〃
 〃Does that formation ring any bells?〃 Rock asked。
 No one was familiar with it。
 〃Anything else?〃 the Doomsday Warrior asked。
 Danik offered him some scattered bizarre landmarks; descriptions of the places he and his friends had taken shelter on their trek: a five…story…tall teepee…shaped souvenir store and restaurant; abandoned no doubt in the first few days after the 1989 war。 There; two of his friends; Sysin Print and File Format; had died; he didn't know of what。 Perhaps of a bination of the cold and lack of food。
 Scheransky asked; 〃What is the derivation of your friends' names? It sounds like puter talk。〃
 〃Most of us in Eden; those that don't have a famous family name; are named by puter at our first birthday。 The names are the result of a registrar picking the keys of the birth registry puter at random; until a systems message is printed。 That bees the child's name。〃
 〃Please go on;〃 Rath said; 〃and no more interruptions。〃
 Danik related that the rest of the desperate party of Edenites had gone on; hopefully straight north; and reached an immense; beautifully arched; perfectly preserved stone bridge going nowhere; sitting in a shallow desert lake。 There; two more friends of Danik's pany had expired as they all huddled together for warmth in an old concrete…slab pile。 The dead were entombed behind a loose foundation stone in the bridge。 The temperature had dropped from that day onward。 On the last leg of the journey to Colorado; Danik and his last surviving panion; Run Dutil; had tried to make notes and measurements of their course; using a toy pass Run Dutil had found in a collapsed building near the strange stone bridge。
 The snows kept falling; and they found shelter。 Dutil had died in a strange building filled with plastic statues of Presidents of the United States。
 〃That's all I can recollect。〃 Danik ended。 〃If I had only taken that notebook of Dutil's out of his dead frozen hand … but I didn't。 I didn't even bury him; I … I left him sitting there。 I was。。。 so weak。 I can't give you a clue as to where that strange building with plastic Presidents is。〃
 At the mention of the last odd sight。 Rona shouted out; 〃I think I know the place he means … it's the Presidential Museum outside of Colorado Springs。 Once; years ago; when I was a teenager; I went there with a scouting team。 We were looking for signs of a new Soviet…made road…and found it too…blew it to hell。 But anyway; we came across this old building half collapsed。 We went inside and there was a plastic JFK in his rocker; and a glass case containing plastic statues of the three men who made the first Moon trip…Armstrong; Aldrin; and Conrad。〃
 〃That's it;〃 Danik said; elated。 〃You're right。 There were those astronaut statues too。〃
 〃Great;〃 exclaimed Rath; 〃So; Rockson; we can get your attack team to Colorado Springs … a mere two days' journey。 Then the notebook can steer you on the rest of the way。〃
 Rockson was only somewhat encouraged。 〃If the notebook is still there; and if Dutil's scribblings … he didn'

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