“Keith?” The voice on the other end was high-pitched with excitement and nearly drowned out by the combination of background noise and a lousy cellular connection. “It’s me, AL” Vaguely Malinowski remembered a frenetic little fox terrier of a man with a rusty beard and an exaggerated interest in his boss’ hobby. “Listen, we, uh, ran into something on the show floor.”
“Yeah?” Keith said flatly.
“No, not like that. Or not really anyway. This was two guys with a dragon. A real dragon!”
Suddenly Keith was like a beagle sniffing on a hot trail. He was up, he was excited, he was alive! FUDware and the eternal Darwinian software struggle paled to insignificance. This was important.
“You’re sure this wasn’t some kind of robot?” he demanded.
“It was definitely real. It’s not real tame either. It nearly knocked our guy off his stilts.”
“Old Cheng was right! They do still exist. This is fantastic!”
“I think it’s genetic engineering of some sort,” Keith’s informant added, but Keith was gone in transports of ecstasy. Suddenly life had meaning again!
“We’ve had reports from remote areas of China.”
“Yeah, well…”
“There’s even a rumor that a top-secret Air Force project in Alaska got a picture of a dragon in the air a few years ago. But to find one, and here of all places. It’s just unbelievable.”
By this time Page and Toland had figured out the subject of the conversation and they exchanged looks. “Unbelievable” was the word they would have chosen all right, but obviously their boss did believe it. They had been sounding out major investors about replacing Malinowski for a couple of months because of his diminishing interest in the business and growing weird-ness. If they handled this right it could be the capper for their campaign. Meanwhile, he was still the boss and they had to act like this was important.
“Anyway,” the voice on the phone went on, “I checked and found out more. The authorities have known about it for a couple of days and they’re keeping it quiet. Meanwhile, the police are hunting for it.”
“The police?”
“Yeah. They want to kill it because it’s dangerous.”
Malinowski unfolded off the couch as if it had exploded under him.
“We can’t let them do that! Angel, get our lawyers on the phone. Joe, use the phone in the other room to call Bill Reeves at Interior. We’ve got to protect this thing.”
“You really think you can get the government to move on this?” Toland asked.
Keith paused, phone in hand, to look at him. “They’d better, after all I did for that twit in the White House.” Malinowski had been one of the high-technology business leaders the incumbent had paraded during the election to support his “new technology vision for America” Like a lot of them, Malinowski had been sorely disappointed with the results. After the election they discovered their guy thought high technology meant anything with a lot of blinking lights and he couldn’t use his computer consistently because he kept putting floppy disks in upside down. His computer problems got significantly worse after his teenaged daughter went back to school.
“Maybe that dope will be good for something after all,” Malinowski said as he reached for the phone.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, if not smoothly. By dint of a little fast talking, steadfast denial of any knowledge of anyone in the truck and a firm promise to get it off the hotel grounds immediately, Jerry was able to recover the vehicle. By waiting until the hotel corridors were packed with Comdex attendees, shielding Moira in the back of an elevator behind himself, Taj,
Bal-Simba, the Russians and Gilligan, and employing a few other expedients, they were able to get Moira out of the hotel and into the truck a few hours later. Then he and Bal-Simba made arrangements to meet Vasily’s friend with the airplane that evening and drove off with Moira safely in the back, hidden behind a stack of boxes salvaged from the dumpsters.
Jerry was getting a headache.
They were sitting in a lounge off the casino at the hotel. Perhaps a hundred tables were packed into a space big enough for fifty. Each table would have been small for two normal people and, while Mick was a little on the short side, Jerry definitely was not and Bal-Simba was huge. As a result things were decidedly crowded. The Russians were sitting at the table just over Jerrys shoulder, and when he leaned back he bumped heads with Kuznetsov. Moira was waiting in the rented truck.