coming
along?’ Rashim looked sheepish. ‘Am I in your … what do you call
it? Your
team
?’
‘Yuh … I guess,’ Maddy
smiled. ‘Sure, if you want?’
He smiled. ‘You’re joking,
right? A choice between staying in 2001 or going back to 2070?’ His face cracked
with a wide grin. ‘It’s a head-slap. I’d very much like to
stay.’
‘Then that’s the deal.’
She offered her hand across the table. ‘We need some kind of oath or something,
but I guess a handshake’s good for now.’
They reached across and shook awkwardly. The
sort of uneasy gesture of two geeks unsure whether to high-five, chest-bump or
knuckle-kiss and in the end pulling off a fumbledcombination and Maddy
nearly knocking her drink over. Sal rolled her eyes.
‘So, we’ll set off tomorrow
morning. Have a last night in the arch.’
Liam nodded. ‘A last night to say
goodbye to the ol’ place.’
Maddy sighed. ‘It’s a
freakin’ brick archway. That’s all.’
‘No, that’s not fair. I’d
say it was a bit more than that.’
‘Yeah, me too,’ said Sal.
‘It was sort of
home
.’
Maybe they were both right. It had begun to
feel a bit like that. ‘Let’s just look ahead, guys. OK? We’ve still
got a job to do. And maybe now … we’re doing the job on our terms?
We’re calling the shots.’
That felt like a leader-ish sort of thing to
say. Like the right thing to say. Maddy looked sideways at Foster and he gave her a
subtle wink.
Chapter 6
11 September 2001, New York
Liam lifted the last of the bags into the
back of the SuperChief. Maddy took them from him. ‘That the last of the stuff
piled in the middle?’
He looked back into the dark interior of the
archway. ‘Aye.’
‘Good. Because there’s no room
left anyway.’ She ducked back inside, looking down the middle of the vehicle, an
assault course of plastic bags and cardboard boxes. And that was just their essentials.
‘I guess I’ll find somewhere to tuck these. What’s in these bags
anyway?’
‘Some of me books.’
‘We can replace books,
Liam.’
He shrugged. ‘And a few
comics.’
Maddy sighed, leaned over and pulled open
one of the bags. ‘Oh, come on … and the Nintendo too?’
‘Well …’ He looked
sheepish. ‘I thought …’
‘Jesus, we can pick another one of
those up at any computer game store.’ She shook her head. ‘Just the
difficult things. Just things we can’t easily replace, I’m
afraid.’
He sighed and swung the bag ruefully into
the open rubbish bin beside the vehicle.
Maddy poked her nose into his other bag.
‘OK, I guess these books can come aboard.’ She took the bag off him and
disappeared inside the RV.
Liam looked back under the shutter. It was dark
and gloomy: a vacant space once more, strewn with the cables and rubbish, boxes of
tools, cartons of nuts and bolts, spools of electrical wire. A desk with the gutted
remains of a dozen Dell computers left beneath it.
A large wardrobe that had contained, until
this morning at least, a bizarre collection of garments. A twelfth-century leather
jerkin, two Wehrmacht army tunics. Several Roman togas. An Edwardian-era suit and
lady’s gown, a steward’s tunic and more. The clothes were all squirrelled
away aboard the RV now.
It looked like the abandoned premises of
some black-market, cash-in-hand PC repair shop. A sweatshop, a squat, a student
dosshouse; the Aladdin’s cave of some foraging vagrant.
He offered it a lukewarm farewell wave.
Thanks for the shelter.
And smiled with amusement at his own mawkish
sentimentality. How daft it was that a pile of damp bricks and crumbling mortar could
make him feel guilty for abandoning it like this.
The RV’s motor rattled to life.
‘Come on, Liam.’ Maddy’s
head was poking out of the passenger-side window at the front. ‘The sooner
we’re off, the better!’
‘Aye.’ He raised his hand in