the regimental carrier first. A few things my chaps’re going to need.’ He turned away from Liam towards the rest of the mounted platoon, pulling down the communicator from his helmet.
‘Summon Sky God,’ said White Bear, grinning.
‘Excuse me?’
‘Big Bird … in sky. It come … make much snow. Dah?’
‘Oh, right. You like the snow, do you?’
The Indian nodded vigorously.
Liam turned to look at the silent city, once upon a time a city called Baltimore. From this distance it didn’t look dead. Just peaceful. He could see tall buildings towards the middle of it, the chimneys of factories, the steeples of churches further out and the ordered rows of brick houses in the suburbs. A peaceful city slumbering in the midday sun.
He heard the thud of heavy feet approaching and turned to see Bob.
‘Anything?’
‘Negative,’ Bob rumbled. He’d gone to climb a nearby water tower in the hope that he had a better chance of sniffing something out. But still no messages from Maddy, not even a partial message, not even a single tachyon particle. Which could only mean one thing: she had her own problems to deal with.
Same thing, different day. When weren’t they desperately fighting their own separate fires?
CHAPTER 48
2001, New York
‘I presume you are referring to our divisional communications hub?’ said Wainwright.
Becks nodded. ‘Colonel Devereau has explained that the hub services communications between this section of your front line and your High Command back in Fredericksburg, Virginia.’
He cocked an eyebrow at Devereau. ‘It appears you have spies at work over here, Bill.’
‘We know where it is. Have done for some time. Just south of what used to be Times Square. We’ve seen the dish and the antennae. If our sky force was worth spit in a barrel, we’d have bombed it to rubble years ago.’
Wainwright got up and paced towards one wall of his office. A huge map all but covered the entire wall, pin heads protruded, notes were tacked to it and pen marks and scribbles identified troop deployments and defence concentrations all along the east side of Manhattan. In a war with some movement to it, that information would have been critical military intelligence. But for Devereau most of the information on the map was old news. Bunkers, pillboxes and trenches built many decades ago when both he and Wainwright were boys in shorts. Devereau knew as much about the deployment of Wainwright’s men as he did his own.
The Southern colonel tapped the map with a finger. ‘Here … as you say, just below what used to be called Times Square. Not so very far away from here.’
‘So?’ said Maddy. ‘Let’s go and get it.’
‘Not so far away … but the communications bunker is garrisoned by a detachment of British troops.’ He shrugged. ‘They don’t trust regular Confederate troops with guarding it – just a bunch of dumb ol’ corn-seed hicks … that’s how they see us.’
He turned to look at the map for a moment, then back to them. ‘That would mean taking it by force, attacking it.’ He let those words ring off the hard walls of the room. Eventually he shook his head and sighed. ‘I’m sorry. That is the only communications equipment we have along this section of the line. Is there no other way to fix your machine?’
‘Negative,’ said Becks.
Wainwright looked at them, at the magazines open on the table, at the small glowing screen of the device the girl had called an ‘iPhone’. The evidence of another world was there. He was more than certain the North didn’t have this kind of technology, or the knowledge, the imagination, the ability to produce the images in those magazines. And he was doubly certain they could never have constructed such a device.
‘What you’re asking … is for me to carry out an act of treason.’
‘Being here, talking to you now, James, I too am guilty of treason,’ said Devereau. ‘We are both already guilty enough to face a firing squad.’
Wainwright nodded, accepting the point. ‘But this … taking that bunker, exchanging fire with British soldiers –’ he bit his lip – ‘you do understand what that means?’
‘An act of mutiny … yes.’
The words had a sobering effect on both officers.
Maddy picked up on that. ‘Look … maybe there’s another way.’
‘Negative,’ said Becks again. ‘A radio communication transmission dish is the component we require. Modification would have to be made to –’
Maddy raised her hand to hush her. ‘You guys’ll never face a firing squad, because as soon as we’re done fixing your dish