ally enlarged。 With all the dazzling brightness around them； they should have been almost pin…points。 Smack？ Could be。 He seemed hyped up。
'This is Felix Kline；' Sir Victor interposed。 'The person you've been engaged to protect。' If Mather was surprised he didn't show it。 'I'm very pleased to meet you； Mr Kline。'
'That you are；' agreed Kline。 'How about you； Halloran？ You pleased to meet me？'
'You might grow on me；' replied Halloran。
The girl stepped in quickly。 'There are lots of arrangements to make； Felix。 These gentlemen will have to know your day…to…day movements； your plans in advance； how best their people can cover you twenty…four hours a day。'
'People？' snapped Kline。 'We agreed only one。 Halloran's it。'
'He'll need back…up；' said Mather； beginning to get annoyed with this volatile young man。 'He can't keep his eyes on you every minute of the day and night。 There has to be outside protection。' Kline was still watching Halloran。 'All right。 You take care of that； Cora…you know my movements better than I do。 Give the details to Mather； he's the brains。 I want to be alone with Halloran for a while。 If he's going to be my constant panion we'd better get to know each other a little。 What d'you say； Halloran？ D'you have a first name？'
'Liam。'
'Yeah？ I'll call you Halloran。 It's okay for you to call me Felix。' He smiled then； and suddenly looked like an innocent。 He turned to the chairman of Magma。 'Listen； Victor； I need to see you later about Bougainville。'
'Copper？' asked Sir Victor。
'Uh huh。 Think so。 A source we haven't tapped yet。'
'That's good news if you're sure。' Kline was irritated。 'I can't be sure。 You know I can't be sure！'
'No； I'm sorry； of course not；' the chairman appeased。 'We'll discuss it later。 When you're ready。'
'Okay； okay。 Now leave me alone with Halloran。 We've got things to discuss。 You e back when you're through； Cora。' They left； only the bodyguard lingering by the door。 Kline snapped his fingers； then pointed； and the heavy…set man followed the others； closing the double…doors behind him。
'Mystified； Halloran？' said Kline； walking backwards； away from him； towards the low dais at the room's centre； his white sneakers squeaking against the shiny floor。 'Yeah； I bet you are。 How e a little creep like me can tell a big wheel like Sir Victor what or what not to do？' He hopped onto the platform and stood with legs apart； thin arms folded across his chest。
'I'd be interested to find out；' said Halloran； remaining where he was。 His voice sounded hollow in the empty space around them。
'Yeah； and I'd be interested to find out about you。 You bother me； Halloran； and I don't like that。' Halloran shrugged。 'You can always ask for someone else。 There are plenty of good operatives at Shield who could take my place。 But if I bother you； you might be more prepared to do as I say。 It's your life I'll be protecting； remember。'
'Could I forget？' He dropped to the floor again and sat on the dais' edge； elbows on knees； his body hunched。 'You got questions you want to asks' Halloran walked over and sat next to him。 'Tell me exactly what you do for Magma。 That'll be useful for beginners。' Kline laughed； a quick explosive sound。 'You mean the old boy hasn't told you？ Probably wanted to lead you into it gently。 Okay； Halloran； sit there and listen…you're about to be educated。' He was on his feet again； skittishly pacing up and down before his one…man audience。
'I weled you to limbo； right？ Well； that's what this room represents。 Nothingness。 A void。 Nothing to distract； nothing at all to interest。 Not unless I do this' He darted towards the dais； reached for something behind Halloran。 He held the rectangular object in one hand and Halloran saw it was a plain white remote control unit； even the buttons colourless and unmarked so that it had been almost invisible against its resting place。 Kline aimed the sensor cells and thumbed a button。
The room was instantly plunged into total darkness。
Halloran moved instinctively； changing his position on the dais； going to his left。 He heard a dry chuckle from somewhere in the inkiness； an eerie scratching sound that stiffened the muscles of his back。
'A different kind of void； isn't it？' came Kline's voice。
Halloran twisted his head； hopelessly trying to locate the source in the pitch black。
'It's full of things；' Kline said； and this time he sounded close。 almost by Halloran's shoulder。
'Bad things；' Kline whispered in his ear。
Halloran rose； reached out。 Touched nothing。
'And now we do this；' said the voice。
Halloran squeezed his eyes shut against the burst of light from one of the walls。 He opened them cautiously； giving his pupils time to adjust。 Some distance away an unmarked relief map of South America glowed。
Light reflected off Kline who stood six feet away to Halloran's right。 His hand； holding the remote； was extended towards the brightly lit map。 He shifted his aim。
'Now this；' he said。 Click。 Another map。 North America by the side of South。
'This。 This。 This。' Kline used his arm as a pointer； turning slowly； maps of different countries appearing one after the other； lining the upper halves of the walls； all the way around。 India； Africa； Spain； Australia； Indonesia； Alaska； many more； plus sections of land or islands he didn't immediately recognise。 They illuminated the room； large； detailed murals in greens and browns； with seas unnaturally blue。
Kline was grinning at him； his face and body a kaleidoscope of soft colours。
'Satellite photographs。' Kline told him。 'We're looking down at Mother Earth from outer space。 Now look at this。' He carelessly aimed the remote at one of the relief maps。 A button clicked。
The map became an incredibly detailed flat study； exactly in ；talc to the one it overlaid； but with towns； villages； rivers； and mountains clearly marked。 'Something else； right。 Halloran？ I can tell you're impressed。' Click。
The pictures around the wall disappeared； shut off together save for one。 An island。
'Know this place； Halloran？ New Guinea。' The relief zoomed LIP； the left side growing out of frame。 The map froze again。 Papua New Guinea； a steamy hell…hole。 But rich in certain things。' He watched Kline return to the dais； a shadowy； back…lit figure that somehow exuded electric energy。 The small man squatted in the middle of the low rostrum； ankles crossed； crouching forward towards the screen。
'Copper； for one；' Kline said； his eyes intent on the bright picture。 His voice became dulled as he concentrated。 'My deed for the day as far as Magma's concerned。 It already has a copper mine down there； but it's running low。 Did you know the demand for copper is up ten per cent after the long recession？ No； guess you didn't。 Why should you？ Shit； I hardly care myself。 But old Sir Vic does； him and his cronies。 Big money to them； y'see。 Well； looks like I found 'em a new source； quite a ways from the established mine。 Did that this morning； Halloran； before you arrived。' Halloran stared。 'You found them copper？ I don't understand。' Kline laughed gleefully； smacking the platform beneath him with his free hand。 'And who can blame you？ You're like the rest： no concept of the mind's real power。 Reason is mankind's disease； did you know that？ A wasting away of senses。 So what do you care？ A dumb bodyguard is all you are。'
'So educate me a little more。' Click。
Total darkness once again。
Halloran softly walked to a new position。
Kline's disembodied voice came to him。 'All this black worry you； Halloran？' He didn't answer。
'Make you wonder what it's concealing？ You know you're in an empty room； you saw that when the lights were on。 But now you're not so sure。 Because you can't see anything。 So your own mind invents for you。' A chuckle in the dark。
'You can hear me； so you know I'm here； right； Halloran？ 'Bout six or seven feet away But if I touch you 。 。 。' A cold finger scraped Halloran's cheek 。
。 。 。 now that scares you。 Because reason tells you it doesn't make sense。' Halloran had instinctively gone into a crouch。 He shifted position again； heard his own feet scuff