“I assure you that I am not. Get me all of these items and I will get you the money. Now one important question-is this part of the world, this city-what do you call it?”
“Sunkist-by-the-Sea.”
“Charming. Is this city and the surrounding countryside under satellite observation?”
“All of this world is under satellite observation. Whatever you do will be seen, every moment traced and recorded.”
“Good. That is just the way I want it. I want them to see what they believe happened. I want their attention misdirected. So by the time they discover the truth we will be long gone. Where is Igor?”
“Sleeping in the truck.”
“Wake him. Send him back to Fetorrscoria. Have him get everything I need and bring it back here. I am sure you know how to scatter the purchases about so no one supplier gets suspicious. I’ll buy the van here. Don’t worry-it will never be traced.”
After one more head-drilling look he. picked up his phone and called Igor.
“He is on the way. Before he gets here you have enough time to explain just what you have in mind.”
“Of course,” I said, sliding the diagram over to him. “Like all good magic it is simple when you have it explained to you.”
Chaise was actually smiling when Igor arrived. “Yes, I do believe that it will work.” The smile vanished. “But this is going to have to work, isn’t it, Jim? You have too much riding. on this to make any mistakes.” I turned away; it wasn’t worth bothering to respond to his endless threats. I waited until Igor had departed before I went in and poured myself the first drink of the day.
“A little early in the day for the hooch,” Chaise said.
“Perhaps. And it is not going to be the last. I intend to make an easy day of it, because the hard work won’t begin until Igor returns with the supplies. What about the van that I will need?”
“There are dealers in the city. Use the card I gave you. If there problems getting instant delivery, use cash.” He passed over a thick wad of bills. “Finish that drink when you return. I have better things to do than watch you imbibe.”
Chaise dropped me off in the center of the town near a Wings and Wheels dealer. I watched him drive away. I had a half an hour before I had to make my call to Bolivar. There was a restaurant and bar nearby, empty at this time of day. I had a drink in the patio and phoned at noon. The phone answered on the second ring.
“Bolivar! “
There was a buzz and a crackle, then his voice.
“I’m not here at the present. But everything is fine. I can’t go into details on an open line. Please call again at this time, two days from now. Over and out. “
Something was happening-and I had no idea what. So I was not going to worry about it. Put it from my mind and concentrate on the job at hand. I finished my drink and walked back to Wings and Wheels.
This really was a rich little part of Fetorr. Instead of a robot salesman, there was actually a human being doing this smarmy job.
“Good morning, sir! My name is Jumanne and I am completely at your service. We’ve just had a delivery of personalized copters, two-Beaters, just perfect for you and your beloved. Each vehicle comes with your name in gold covering all the surfaces, fitted at no extra charge.”
“Emm …” I said, which filled him with enthusiasm.
“A wonderful choice! Of course you might have your beloved’s name instead of your own. Still without any extra charge whatsoever. Her, his or its cherished name surrounding you with fond memories as you fly…”
“I need a light van.”
He shifted gears smoothly. “Long-running, no maintenance, no unsprung weight, lifetime guarantee, on sale for today only, our Loaded-Meyster-Shyster is exactly what you want…”
“What colors you got?”
Kaia’s cashcard worked fine. As did the driving record and license of one of his employees that was held in the central computer’s records. No other queries were made. My clothes, money, cash tip and mere presence in this habitat of the good and golden was passport enough. I drove out into the sunlit brightness of the day.
I spent the next few hours apparently driving around at random through the city and suburbs of Sunkist-by-theSea. Which really did live up to its name. The houses were mansions, their swimming pools were lakes. The women strolling in and out of the expensive shops were gorgeous and glamorous beyond belief. When I nodded serenely to a traffic policeman he gave me a snappy salute in return. This sun-scrubbed paradise reflected a direct contrast to the grit and grime of Fetorrscoria. It was as though all of the money and life had been squeezed out of the one city and lavished on the other-which was probably true. I could readily understand why the galactic tax men and union organizers were zeroing in on the planet. In a way I wished that I could have helped them. Instead of crime and havoc I should be digging out all the dirty deals that the plutocratic financial barons had devised. Jim diGriz-Warrior of the People! A not very likely scenario. I rode on.
But I was doing more than sightseeing. Not all at once, but in little chunks, I managed to drive the route that the armored car would take. I had to smile. I could pull it off.
“Congratulations, Jim,” I congratulated myself. “You really are the best. When they made you they broke the mold. This little bank heist will go down in the annals of perfect crimes.”
Then depression hit because not only would I not be making a profit for all my efforts, at the risk of a lifetime in some sordid jail, but I was doing it under duress and blackmail. Even if it worked perfectly I would still be rooted in the same black spot. The bullseye in the middle of the target. And Angelinawhat of her?
But worry only gives one ulcers. Back at the rendezvous I poured myself a heroically large drink, stretched out on the bed and watched the sports channel on the gogglebox. It was a clickett, or crikket, match, I could not tell which from the adenoidal accents of the announcer. A recently revived sport that should have remained blissfully dead. Balls, bats, stumps, people in white uniforms running about; I was asleep within seconds.
The grate of wheels in the drive outside woke me from a most pleasant sleep. The endless clickett game was still in progress and I received great pleasure by killing it. It was after dark and Igor had returned with his purchases. Two days to go. I yawned and stretched. It was going to be a long night.
And an even longer day after that. I was chewing uppers like candy and knew that my abused system would pay for all this later. Igor wasn’t much help so I told him to retire. I would use the workbots to assist me. They not only did a better job than he could but they seemed to be a lot brighter.
I was bleary-eyed and staggering when Chaise came in the afternoon of the next day.
“Tomorrow is R day,” he said.
“R for robbery. Don’t worry about it. The equipment is ready and I’ll get it into place after dark tonight.”
“What about the truck?”
“The same.”
“Let me see it.”
We went out to the garage and called out to Igor to turn off the lights before we opened the door. I didn’t want any chance passersby to see what was going on inside. I closed it behind me before I turned the lights back on.
“Great isn’t it,” I said, proud of my construction.
“It wouldn’t fool a three-year-old,” Chaise grouched. Igor went back to work spreading silver paint on the plywood body. I was tired; anger flared.
“Put your brains into gear, Chaise. It is not supposed to fool anything other than a camera in space. The paint has the same albedo as the paint on the armored truck. It also has the same shape and size. If it casts a shadow it will be the same shadow as the truck. If you both follow my careful and precise instructions it will work.”
“I don’t like driving this thing,” Igor said, echoing the doubts of his employer. “Not with all that stuff packed in around me.”
“Shut up!” I suggested. “Follow orders and try not to think. It is wasted effort.” I loo
ked at my watch and tried to cool down. “You have an hour to finish painting the thing. Then you have to paint your own truck-and it has to be done exactly as I told you. Success or failure depend upon it. Nowwork! “
I had mixed the timer catalyst in the paint myself. If this were not done correctly it could jeopardize the entire operation. And end us all in jail.
Chaise left then, being personally opposed to hard labor of any kind. Other than making money, that is. He had memorized my instructions on where and when he was to be and managed to get it word perfect without any effort. I had some rest then, waiting until the dark hours after midnight to get our gear into place. It was a pleasure to kick Igor awake, then push him, groggy with sleep, to our dummy armored van. I led the way, driving his truck with all our gear.
Dawn was just breaking when we got back. R day was here.
It was also T day or telephone day. I called again at noon but heard only the same recorded message. Concerned as I was, I knew that events of the day would soon drive any ongoing fears from my mind.
Chaise came out of the office and looked at me just as I was putting the phone back into my pocket. Had he seen it? Attack was the best defense.
“You are supposed to be in lovely Sunkist-by-the-Sea not here.”
“There is no rush. And I didn’t want to be seen spending too much time there, staying in the same place. People might remember. Is your installation finished?”
“All in place. We leave in ten minutes.”
“Don’t make any mistakes. You know the penalty.”
Then he went out. Luckily for him. I was bone-tired and really not myself. My fingers had a life of their own as they tried to reach out and snap his neck. I kicked a few robots and cursed Igor out and felt a little bit better.
We drove Igor’s now yellow-painted truck out to the site of the operation and backed it under the shelter of the trees. I then led him back along the road to the spot where I had painted a red X on the grass. I pointed.
“Stand there. Do not move.” I looked again at my watch. “In a few minutes the armored van will come over the top of the hill there. That’s it, use the binoculars, sight along the arrow painted on the ground. Good. And what do you do when you see the van?”
“Press button like this!” He squeezed the toggle as I was sure he would. And nothing happened because I hadn’t connected it yet.
“Nothing happened!” he said with amazement.
“Nothing was supposed to happen since you haven’t seen the target yet.” I was right-the brainless robots were smarter. “Stand. Wait. Look. See. Press. Run.”
I hurried back to my position. Checked that all the controls were to hand. Checked my watch one more time. If the armored car were on time-and Chaise had assured me that it always was-it should be within sight in two minutes. I took a chance and armed Igor’s button. Rolled my eyes heavenward in a silent prayer that he could get this simple job right.
Then reality shifted as the holoprojectors came on. I jumped because my arm seemed embedded in a large tree. I pulled it out of the image and admired my handiwork. Lovely! I heard running footsteps go by me. At least Igor had remembered his second instruction. After pressing the button, drop it. And get to the fake armored van hidden under the trees nearby.
The real armored van would have been seen briefly through a gap in the trees. Before it went around a bend in the road. One of the many bends in this picturesque winding road that led from one garden suburb to another. A road the van always took.
But what driver ever remembers every single bend in every single road? I was counting upon the fact that most drivers drove familiar bits of road on autopilot. This driver would now be rounding the bend. Normally proceeding on a bit farther, before turning round the bend to the right.
Only not now. The holoprojectors had created a different image for him, where the road appeared to turn slowly to the left. He would drive that way.
Or would he catch on and brake? My heart did the old hammering-loudly bit until I heard the sound of an enginegrowing louder. Then it appeared right beside me trundling along happily. Until the brakes slammed on hard, the wheels locked and it skidded by me.
Any driver would have done the same. One moment he would be driving down the tree-shaded rural road. The next instant a rock wall would appear just in front of the van. No time to think just hit the brakes by reflex.
I thumbed the actuator and two things happened. The holoprojectors changed their images. The road now ran through the trees as it had always done before. Anyone driving by now would only see trees and forest on both sides. That there were extra trees mixed in among the real ones, masking our truck and the armored van, would not be noticed.
At the same moment that the projectors changed images, the hinged screen dropped down from the trees above and slammed into position. The other walls of the radiation-proof cage were already there, boxing in the armored vehicle. Hidden from sight by the holo projections. As the gate closed the gauss bomb exploded below the money van. I shivered as the magnetic wave surged through me, plucking at the hemoglobin in my blood no doubt. A magnetic surge, even one this strong, wouldn’t hurt a human being.
But, oh what it would do to any electric or electronic circuitry!
Sizzle them, melt them, short them out and wipe them. The van’s engine would be dead. As well as all the electronic and communication equipment that they had in there with them. The lights would have blown and the electric door locks would have been fused shut; the three men inside were trapped in the darkness. Even if they had tried to get out a radio message before the bomb went off, the metal screening of the cage would have stopped it.
The trapped men would be frightened-but not for long. There were loud explosions as my makeshift mortars just lengths of pipe buried in the ground-blasted shaped charges up into the belly of the van, punching holes in it. But jetting in sleepgas rather than explosives or flying metal.
I pulled on the gas mask with the darkened lenses. Turned on the brilliant flame of the thermal lance and began to burn a circle in the bottom of the van. But I was listening as well, and smiled when I heard the disguised van engine start, then move away.
In outer space, thousands of miles above our heads, the never-sleeping eye of the observation satellite would be recording events below. It would see the armored van drive down the road and under the trees. Then see it emerge again and peacefully trundle towards its destination at the next bank.
Which unhappily it would never reach.
I rolled aside as the glowing disk of metal dropped to the ground. Just to make sure I would not be disturbed I threw some more sleepgas charges up into the van. I took off the gas mask with its dark lenses, put filter plugs in my nostrils before I climbed in myself. Spun about at the strange grating sound. Saw in the light of my torch a snoring policeman. Asleep and uninjured as were the other two.
I used my diamond saw to cut off the fused lock on the rear door. Kicked it open to let in fresh air and birdsong. Dragged over the first of the money-filled lockboxes and threw it onto the ground outside.
This was the hard part and it had worked perfectly. But had Igor done his far more straightforward job correctly? It was really very simple. All he had to do was drive the dummy van down through the hills and into the village beyond. But not to the bank, oh dear no.
To the loading bay of the market in the mall nearby. Empty of personnel at this time of day. Do it, Igor! Park. Open the door. Press the actuator. Don’t run! It is a twenty-second fuse, you have all the time in the world. Into the mall and stroll out the other side. Into Kaia’s waiting car-
I could almost see the flaring blaze that blotted out the sunshine. Aluminum and iron. Thermite. A timeless recipe for the hottest of flames. Flame that incinerated everything that it touched, melted the metals it could not burn. A fire that ran its incendiary course until nothing of the fake armored van was left behind other than a white-hot ruin. Let them analyze that when it cooled. Nothing could be identif
ied after a flame like that.
I was throwing out the last box when I heard a vehicle brake to a stop on the road. A stranger! No. It had to be Chaise. Because a door slammed and heavy footsteps approached. The engine gunned as the car pulled away.
“Start getting these into the truck,” I told Igor. “This is the final step in the greatest bank heist of all time.”
Chapter 16
It was done. Finished. Or was it? Had I made any mistakes? Had I covered all the planned points and details of the robbery? The armored car had been tricked by the holos and had driven off the road. Right. It had braked neatly in place inside the screened enclosure as planned. I had dropped the last screen while they were still braking-so there had been no time for them to radio a warning, had they even thought of doing so. The truck had braked to an emergency stop, then the gauss charge had fried everything electrical. Then the sleepgas mortar shells. Its crew had been rendered unconscious, none of them injured. I had checked that myself. While this was happening the fake van had driven out from under the trees and had taken the real van’s place on the road. Where it would be watched by the never-sleeping eye of the satellite. Then it had driven to that distant mall-where it had burned spectacularly. Igor must have made his way safely to Chaise in the waiting car, because he was here now throwing the money boxes into his truck.
What would the emergency services be doing at this time? Running in circles I hoped. The firemen would be dousing the steaming wreckage. Police investigators would soon be poking rods into the congealed mess. Eyewitness reports might identify it as an armored van. More confusion, more phone calls. Yes, the money van had left the last bank. No, it had not arrived at the next bank. More calls. Satellite images sent for and analyzed. More authorities getting into the act. More time wasted. The entire thing had gone exactly as I had planned. And there . was Igor struggling with the last of the money boxes. It was time to leave.
Leave. The mnemonic triggered my memory and I slapped the pouch hanging from my belt.
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