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Liberator .9mm rifles and x-pattern shotpistols.
    They needed a complete roster of foodstuffs and sundry supplies from the quartermaster. These supplies included inertial navigation compasses with illuminated faces, sextants, pemmican—the highly condensed high-calorie food for trekking in cold weather—McCaughlin’s special biscuits (just add snow and cook), salt, tea and coffee, egg powder, and bacon. Plus some jam, a few loafs of pumpernickel bread, assorted pots and pans. They would also bring sleeping bags. Coleman lamps, a Primus stove and fuel for it—though it could burn animal fat. They intended to hunt on the way south. They’d need warm blankets, an emergency first-aid kit, and a dozen other items. Century City was a storehouse of such items and there was no problem assembling the roster.
    Rona and Archer—sort of beauty and the beast—were in charge of actually getting the dogs trained and attached to the sleds in time for a test run through the town square in three days. Everyone moved efficiently.
    Rockson, four days after they had a destination, proudly announced to Security Chief Rath that they were ready to go. Danik was up and around, and he came into Path’s office just as Rockson was reporting.
    “If all goes well,” Rock said to the strange visitor, “we will get you to Eden—despite the harsh winter conditions.”
    “Rockson,” Danik said, “I understand you are going to use sleds pulled by ferocious mutated wolves. Isn’t that—rather unusual? Why not use snowmobiles? I understand there are several here in—”
    “Equipment breaks down,” Rockson explained, “One cog busts and you have a useless hunk of metal. Believe me, nothing has yet replaced the reliability of dogs for long hauls over snow. These particular wolf-dogs are strong. If they can be controlled, and I think they can be, they will be more than satisfactory for the job. They can eat what we kill for them on the way also. We would need a few filling stations for a bunch of snowmobiles.”
    “I see,” said Danik. “Yes, of course.”
    Rath had been working too. He had contacted a small Indian settlement in Arizona by subspace communication. The settlement, Yumak City, would have some horses, he said, for the final leg of the journey to Eden, if they couldn’t divert to that place. “I don’t suppose you hope to use sleds in Mexico. The snow is very light down there, though it’s six feet deep around these parts.”
    “I was counting on you to arrange such a thing,” Rockson said. “Schecter told me you were working on it. Who do I see down there in Yumak?”
    “Ask for Chief Smokestone.”

Six
    A t the first light of dawn, the eighth day after Danik had wandered into Century City’s domain, they were ready. The Rock Team was in the main exit tunnel on the south face of Carson Mountain about to set out. Under the greenish lights of the wide concrete waiting area, Rockson inspected the team of six ferocious wolf-dogs squirming in front of his sled. He hoped they wouldn’t all of a sudden decide they wanted human meat rather than some of the dried bear meat they were bringing along for them. He turned to see the two other sleds lined up behind him. The howling of the damned half-wild animals they were depending on for locomotion was abominable. He hoped the giant steel door would track open soon. The echo of the howling was unbearable.
    If the dogs worked out, he was confident they could go a thousand miles. They had all the weapons and equipment he had wanted—and more.
    There was always certain standard equipment on any trek—the shotpistols, the power batons, the Liberator rifles. But each Freefighter had his own set of special weapons of his own choice.
    Rockson carried a versatile balisong knife in his belt, plus an exploding baton. He also had, on his sled, an aluminum power-bow and a good-sized quiver of killing arrows. It was a bow similar to Rona’s but with even more pull. For silencing guards,