He put her on the frosty floor of the huge bank. Around her, like some hideous garnishing, were eyes that looked at her accusingly. He dragged the two Oligarch guards and Keith's corpse into another bank, slammed the heavy door. Van Ness groaned and Danton lifted him into the car. "I can't see," Van Ness whispered. "I can't see. I'm dying." "Hang on," Danton said. "Only fifty Oligarchs, understand, Van? Forty seven now. Maybe less if those seven I shot down in the pit didn't all recover. Maybe we can get some more of them, Van!" "I'm dying," Van Ness whispered. "I can't see." * * * * * Danton tooled the car. As he approached doors in the long tubular halls, the doors opened automatically, closed again behind. There were turns, drops, risings, more doors, other halls. He stopped the car. Lost, alone, somewhere. Only fifty of them--no, forty-seven now at most. They wouldn't have too large a structure here. Somewhere there would have to be a central power source. If he could find such a power unit, strike at the heart-- He shook Van Ness. He felt for the heart. It was still beating. Van Ness moaned, "I'm dying. If I could see--" "Do you know what I'm saying, Van? Can you hear me?" "Yes ... sure I can hear you." "Listen to me. We're in the Oligarch's fortress. I don't know how big it is. But it seems to be one unified structure. There has to be a central power source here. You were an engineering expert. Where would it be? Van, listen. There are only a handful of Oligarchs here now. We stand a slim chance...." "But I can't see--" "I can see." "Yes--a central power source. I remember the words to an old song, Captain. You know, soldiering used to be a great sport. There was one about a chocolate soldier with a uniform so pretty...." "_Van Ness!_" "Yes." "Where would they build that central power room? Up? Down?" "Down." He started the car moving. Oddly curving and angling corridors bending with geometrical precision. He saw an elevator door and he pressed the button; the door opened and he drove the car into it. Down, fast, sickeningly fast. "Bottom ... clear down," Van Ness mumbled. "Start from there. I can't see--" Danton kept the elevator dropping and then it stopped. He hadn't stopped it. He stepped to the side as the door slid open. He hit the entering Oligarch, hit him with a short hard blow in the solar plexus and when the man gasped and bent forward, Danton brought his knee up. Bone and cartilage crunched. The man slewed to one side, and Danton hit him again and the man smashed into the wall and slid down toward the floor. "I can't see," Van Ness said. "But what I hear has a sweet sound." Danton dragged the Oligarch up, held him against the wall. The man sagged and lifted his hands to protect his face. His lips were torn, his nose bleeding. He stared dazedly at Danton, his eyes filled with terror, shock.