The person on the other end paused and then realized there would be no picture. “Tohungal Is that you?”

From the Maori honorific, it had to have been one of the newcomers Auntie Kapur had sent to watch over Alex and his team. “Lustig here,” he affirmed. “What is it?”

“Better come quick, Tohunga. We caught a saboteur trying to blow up the lab.” The voice cut off with a click. Alex stared at the watch. “Cripes,” he said concisely. Grabbing a shirt off the dresser, he dashed out the door trailing shaving cream and tiny specks of blood.

“I guess we’re not needed anymore.”

“Come on, Eddie. We don’t know the bomb was sent by Spivey. What about a hundred other countries, alliances, agitation groups… Hell, even the boy scouts must have some idea where the focal resonators are by now.”

His chief engineer grimaced. “I served in the ANZAC Special Forces, Alex. I know standard issue demolition charges when I see them.” The big, red-headed Kiwi hefted a tennis-ball-sized contraption. “The casing’s been altered to make it look like Nihon manufacture, but I just did a neutron activation scan, and I can tell you exactly which factory in Sydney made it. Even the lot number.

“Bloody sloppy of the bastards, if you ask me. They must have been confident we couldn’t stop ’em.”

Alex glanced over at the would-be saboteur, a nondescript Polynesian. Possibly a Samoan, whose appearance would presumably blend in with the natives of Easter Island. Except that the Pasquans of Rapa Nui were a breed apart and proud of it.

What kind of man takes a live bomb across the seas in order to blow up other people? People who have mothers and lovers and children, just like him?

Probably either a professional or a patriot, Alex thought. Or, worse, both.

The bomber smiled nervously at Alex.

He knows the way things ought to go now. According to the rules, we’d have to hand him over to Chilean authorities. Then, in the fullness of time, his masters will cut a deal for him.

Only what rules apply when everyone’s talking about the end of the world? Alex’s hands balled into fists. The saboteur seemed to read something in his eyes and swallowed hard.

Across the room, Alex saw Teresa watching him, arms folded in front of her. So what do we do now? he wondered. More than ever, he wished he could gather old friends and tap their wisdom.

“I agree. I’d lay odds it was Colonel Spivey who sent the bomb.”

Everybody turned to see who had spoken with such authority, in a rich, confident basso. “Manella!” Alex cried out. Teresa gasped.

Standing in the doorway, the Aztlan reporter smiled and carried his bulk gracefully into the chamber. Resting one arm on the guardrail of the gravity resonator, he smiled all around. “It’s good to see you remember me, Lustig. Hello, everybody. Captain Tikhana. Sorry to abandon you back in Waitomo. But I really was indisposed.”

“You choose convenient moments to come and go,” Teresa said bitterly. “What makes you think we’ll have any interest in what you have to say now, Pedro?”

Manella smiled. “Come come. I’m sure Colonel Spivey’s told you how much he respected whoever ran interference for our project, before he finally found us.

Didn’t he admit that? Doesn’t that imply whose side I was on… am on?”

Alex frowned. Pedro was implying that even now he had his own tap into the Waitomo complex. Which was plausible enough. He’d had plenty of time to plant bugs. One fiber, as thin as silk, was all you needed.

“All good things come to an end, though. Eventually it was some hacker out on the Net who tracked us down. I got the warning only an instant before those peepers arrived.” Manella tapped the heavy-duty data watch on his left wrist. “No time to warn anybody, and I knew if I took Teresa along, the manhunt would sweep us both up in a trice anyway. But I bet Spivey wouldn’t think me worth the bother.”

“He hardly mentioned your name,” Teresa said, both confirming Manella’s split-second decision and emphasizing how little anybody cared about him.

He took the mixed insult with good grace. “Anyway, I’ve been keeping tabs on things, while maintaining a thin profile—”

Teresa interrupted. “Hah!”

“ — but I had a feeling something like this was in the works. That’s why I called your security chief this morning with a little tip.”

Alex swiveled to look at Auntie Kapur’s man. The big Maori shrugged. “Must’ve been him, tohunga.”

Teresa objected. “How do we know he didn’t send the saboteur, just so he could tip us off and win back our trust?”

“Oh, Captain.” Manella sighed. “Don’t you think I’m persuasive enough on my own account, without having to use tricks and legerdemain? Besides, I have no access to bombs and such. You just heard this wise man say the thing was ANZAC military issue.

“No, I just used this.” He tapped the side of his ample nose. “Lustig can tell you it never fails. I knew something was up. Had to be. Spivey can’t afford to leave you in operation any longer.”

“But… why?” one of the woman techs complained. “Just because we’ve been nudging Beta a little higher, so it evaporates a bit?”

Another engineer agreed. “It can’t be to keep things secret any longer, either. Private SIGs are correlating data from nearly every gazer beam, tossing out bad theories and zeroing in on the truth. Anyway, last night the NATO president said he’ll be making a big statement Tuesday. It’ll all go to the tribunals…”

“Which makes time all the more crucial to Spivey,” Pedro answered. “Tell me something, Alex. Are there signs of other resonators coming on line? Other than your original four?”

Oh, he’s good all right, Alex admitted in his thoughts, whether Manella had guessed this or discovered it by spying on them.

“We’ve seen traces for several days now. Two in Nihon GEACS territory, one Russ and a Han also.”

“And?”

“And six more… much better ones. They’re being set up at the face centers of a cube, a better arrangement than our tetrahedron.”

“Just as I expected.” Manella nodded. “And who else, other than yourself, is capable of building such an array? Who else has such a head start over Russ and Han and even Nihon?”

Silence was his only answer. The answer was obvious.

“So there’s supposed to be an announcement in four days? So the tribunals are to be invoked and all revealed? I must then answer, so what? What happens afterward will still depend on who has the best information and expertise. That is who will be in control. He’ll set the agenda. Rule the world.”

“Spivey,” Teresa said, though clearly she did not want to.

Manella nodded. “He’s almost got a monopoly on data about these breathtaking, intimidating new technologies. But who knows even more about singularities and gravity lasers than his tame physicists?”

They looked at each other. No one in the world understood the gazer phenomenon better than the people in this room.

This is no good, Alex decided. Manella might be right. Dammit, he probably is. But I’m not letting him hypnotize my team.

“Clever, Pedro,” he told the newsman. “Have you also worked out what I’ve decided to do about it?”

“Is that all?” The big man grinned. “You forget that I know you, Lustig. I’d bet my tooth-implant radio and half a year’s pay you intend showing Colonel Spivey just who he’s dealing with.”

Damn you, Alex thought. But outwardly he only shrugged. Looking at the others, he announced — “Anyone who chooses to leave the island may do so now. All civilians will be warned away from a two-kilometer radius.

“As for me, though, I don’t plan taking this—” he hefted the bomb ” — lying down.”

He looked again at Teresa, who nodded. She understands. The next few days will decide the future of everything.