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which　is　what　Stafford　has　threatened　to　do　…　no　human　will　be　alive　within　a　week。　The　canister　must　be　incinerated　without　being　opened。　Burned　totally　at　high　temperature。　That　means　of　its　deactivation　must　be　acplished　before　Stafford　uses　it。　Stafford　says　if　the　people　protest　his　rule；　if　they　wish　to　try　to　live　on　the　surface　despite　his　warnings；　he　will　release　the　virus　above　Eden。　So　that　no　one　could　ever　hope　to　live　on　the　surface。〃
　〃I　see；〃　Rock　said　grimly。
　〃Stafford's　a　real　Jim　Jones　case；〃　Rath　added。　〃Stafford　must　be　stopped。　Will　you　try；　Rockson？〃
　Rockson　sighed。　〃We're　snowbound。。。〃
　〃You　made　it　up　to　Alaska　and　back　once　in　the　winter。〃
　〃With　sled　dogs；　and　an　Eskimo　guide。　I　don't　have　either　here。。。　Danik；　if　I　mounted　an　expedition；　say　a　six…　or　seven…man　attack　force；　can　you　lead　me　to　Eden？〃
　〃I　don't　know　the　way　there。　I　just　wandered　here。　I　don't　know　the　location　of　Eden。　God；　I'm　sorry；　Rockson。〃　Danik　buried　his　thin　face　in　his　hands。
　〃You　have　to　find　a　way　to　Eden；　Rockson；〃　Rath　demanded。　〃You　will　find　a　way。　You're　the　Doomsday　Warrior。〃
　〃Thanks　for　your　confidence。　But　there　are　things　I　can't　do　…　like　miracles。〃
　〃You'll　find　a　way。〃
　
　
　CHAPTER　3
　
　Danik　lay　down　in　his　warm　feather　bed　and　looked　up　at　the　softly　glowing　ceiling　above　him。　〃Century　City；〃　he　said　softly；　to　himself。　〃I　am　in　Century　City；　a　free　American　city。　There　is　life；　life　vibrant　and　healthy；　out　here　in　the　wilderness　of　America。　Here　are　people；　not　sickly　diseased　mutations；　not　cannibals　as　Stafford　had　claimed　…　but　good；　brave　Americans。〃
　Danik　reached　over　to　the　table　and　took　up　the　asleep…learning　earphones　and　placed　them　on　his　head。　He　closed　his　eyes。　Dr。　Schecter　had　told　him　to　relax；　to　rest　and　listen　to　this　particular　tape：　〃Accounts　of　the　Exploits　of　Ted　Rockson；　by　Detroit　Green。〃　Schecter　reasoned　that　on　hearing　of　the　exploits　of　Ted　Rockson；　Danik's　unconscious　would　have　to　admit　the　possibility　that　Ted　Rockson　could　do　the　impossible。　Namely；　that　Rockson　could　go　to　Eden　with　his　small　squad；　defeat　Stafford；　prevent　Factor　Q　from　being　unleashed。　Schecter　believed；　along　with　the　psychiatric　staff；　that　Danik's　blocked　memories　of　his　trek　might　be　released；　Danik　believed　there　was　hope；　〃You'll　remember　enough　of　your　trek　to　lead　our　man　to　Eden；〃　Schecter　had　encouraged。　〃You　will。〃
　Danik　sighed。　He　put　on　the　earphones　and　lay　back　trying　to　relax。　He　did　want　to　hear　of　Rockson's　exploits。　Danik　wanted　to　know　more　about　this　man　with　the　white　streak　in　his　hair　and　mismatched　eyes。　The　man　they　called　the　Doomsday　Warrior。
　Everyone　was　depending　on　him　to　remember。　And　he　couldn't。　The　only　thing　he　remembered　of　the　trek　was　ing　out　of　the　half…collapsed　tunnel　from　Eden　with　his　panions　in　the　nighttime。　And　following　the　star　…　the　North　Star。　Then　all　was　a　blank　until　the　moment　he　was　being　carried　by　two　men　into　Century　City。　They'd　carried　him　up　to　a　sheer　mountain　wall；　banged　on　the　rocks　as　if　they　were　knocking　on　a　door。　Then；　amazingly；　a　doorway　had　opened　and　they　had　moved　on　into　a　long　green…lit　corridor；　the　doorway　sealing　behind　them　silently。　He　remembered　other　people　…　men　and　gorgeous　tall　healthy　women　…　ing　to　meet　the　men　who　carried　him。　These　people　wore　white　uniforms。
　He　had　been　placed　on　the　table　and　wheeled　down　a　maze　of　corridors　to　a　white　room。　He　remembered　tubes　being　stuck　into　his　arms　and　a　kindly　old　man　the　others　called　Dr。　Schecter　leaning　over　him　and　doing　things　with　instruments　that　beeped　and　clicked。　Then　there　had　been　the　blissful　warm　darkness。　And　when　he　awoke　…　the　doctor　had　said；　〃How　are　you？〃
　The　man　called　Rath　had　e；　questioned　him　briefly；　and　told　him　to　rest　again。　In　response　to　Danik's　own　questions　they　had　given　him　his　first　sleep…learning　tape；　the　one　that　told　the　history　of　Century　City。　He　could　practically　recite　it：
　On　one　fateful　fall　day　in　1989；　the　skies　over　America　had　filled　with　death。　Death　ing　in　the　form　of　a　thousand　nuke　warheads　fired　by　the　Soviet　Union；　a　surprise　attack　that　was　to　devastate　the　United　States。　A　surprise　attack　that　would　raise　clouds　of　deadly　fallout　that　would　also　make　much　of　the　world　…　including　the　Soviet　Union　…　a　radioactive　desert。　Madness。　And　yet　it　happened　。　。　。　But　that　was　only　the　beginning；　not　the　end。
　Oh；　what　a　story　came　next。　The　building　of　Century　City。　The　story　of　a　proud　and　brave　people　…　Americans；　surviving。　Men　and　women　trapped　in　their　vehicles　in　the　miles…long　highway　tunnel　near　Denver；　sealed　off　from　the　fallout　by　avalanches；　had　dug　out。　They'd　seen　what　had　happened　and　sealed　themselves　in　again。　There　were　trailer　trucks　of　supplies　on　that　buried　road；　and　men　and　women　with　all　sorts　of　skills。　They　endured。　They　had　slowly；　over　a　hundred　years；　carved　out　this　fantastic　city；　and　still　fought　the　Soviet　occupiers　of　America。　Century　City；　the　product　of　the　survivors　of　a　nation　of　tinkerers　…　tinkerers　like　Edison；　Ford；　Du　Mont；　tinkerers　with　visions；　with　no　holds　on　their　imagination　…　because　they　were　free。
　The　tape　had　told　Danik　of　the　century…plus　of　struggle　against　the　brutal　occupiers；　and　of　the　millions　of　less　fortunate　Americans　that　lived　in　fortress　cities　of　the　conquering　armies　of　Russia；　as　slaves　…　slaves　that　toiled　for　their　masters　sixteen　hours　a　day　seven　days　a　week；　to　supply　the　Reds　with　all　their　clothing；　weapons；　and　foodstuffs。
　But　there　was　more；　much　more　to　America　than　slavery。　Danik　had　learned　that　a　league　of　hidden　free　cities　…　some　small　military　bases；　some　large　plexes　like　Century　City；　existed　in　the　Rocky　Mountains。　These　hidden　bases　were　waging　a　successful　guerrilla　war　against　the　Russians。　And　the　leader　of　that　epic　struggle　was　the　man　he　had　met　just　that　afternoon；　the　man　they　called　the　Doomsday　Warrior。　Which　was　why　Danik　was　anxious　to　listen　to　Rockson's　exploits　now。　He　adjusted　the　earphones；　Danik　fell　asleep　and　dreamed。　The　dream　he　dreamed　…　pliments　of　the　sleep　tape　…　told　the　story　of　the　Doomsday　Warrior。　From　the　time　Ted　Rockson　had　wandered　into　Century　City　as　a　teenage　boy：　Rockson's　parents；　who　had　lived　with　him　far　into　the　wilderness；　were　killed　by　a　KGB　patrol。　Rockson　had　journeyed　through　the　wilderness　to　Century　City　virtually　unarmed。　He　ate　what　he　found　or　killed。　The　distance　was　a　thousand　miles。　Once　in　the　free　fortress…city；　he　quickly　rose　through　the　ranks　of　Freefighters　to　mand　position；　first　as　a　lieutenant；　eventually　being　a　general；　and　then；　finally　mander　of　all　the　Resistance　forces。　The　tape　summarized；　in　varying　detail；　many　of　Rockson's　exploits；　especially　the　last。　It　had　been　a　mission　to　the　Arctic　Circle　itself；　after　a　madman　named　Killov；　who　threatened　the　world　from　the　bitter　darkness　of　the　northern　winter　with　deadly　atomic　missiles。　Ted　Rockson　had　trekked　to　the　north　and　challenged　Killov　and　his　KGB　army　with　a　mere　handful　of　panions　…　the　Rock　Team；　as　he　called　them。
　The　Rock　Team　were　seven　individuals　of　rare　skills　and　fighting　abilities。　Besides　Rockson；　it　consisted　of　Detroit　Green；　the　bullnecked　black　man　…　a　crack　shot　and　a　fearsome　opponent　in　hand…to…hand。　Green　was　a　champion　grenade　thrower。　He　always　carried　twin　bandoliers　with　dozens　of　his　〃pineapples〃　attached　to　them　across　his　chest。
　Then　there　was　Chen；　the　martial　arts　expert　with　the　pencil…thin　moustache。　He　had　taught　Rockson　his　fighting　skills。　Chen　carried　a　beltload　of　shuriken；　or　star…knives。　Some　of　the　five…　and　six…pointed　metal　stars　were　for　slicing　throats　at　a　hundred　yards。　Others　were　more　lethal；　carrying　mini　plastic　charges　of　explosive；　for　ripping　apart　enemy　units。
　McCaughlin；　a　seven…foot…tall　bear　of　a　man；　not　light　on　his　feet　of　course；　but　a　real　powerhouse；　was　a　human　battering　ram　most　useful　when　a　door　that　couldn't　be　opened　had　to　be。　The　crew…cut　Scots…American　was　a　crack　shot　with　the　9mm　Liberator　rifle。　But　more　important；　he　was　a　real　humorist。　Often；　he　was　the　morale　builder　of　the　Rock　Team。　When　things　got　rough；　when　all　hope　appeared　lost；　McCaughlin's　gentle　wit　and　wry　jokes