"Why don't we wait for him outside, take him, and see what we can learn?" Tedor demanded.
"Risk everything on that when we know Hitler will fail? This man probably doesn't know the monopolist, anyway. He is a shadow figure, a ghost. None of them knows his identity, at least that has been my experience."
"Still—"
"Still nothing. The twentieth century's middle years are the significant ones. Let all else ride if we must, for it is there the monopolist will either succeed or fail with plans that will make the dreams of a dozen Hitlers seem something less than child's play."
"Okay, Laniq. You win. But remember this; once we get to my stamping grounds, I'm going to take over. Brief me if you want to, but I have the contacts. Besides, I came hell-bent into the time-stream looking for you and now I find apparently all my ideas need readjusting. I'll be able to think a lot better with some affirmative action under my belt."
"Very well. What do we do first?"
"Well, now—"
"We seek out my father in Afghanistan, naturally. He can do the briefing you suggest. After that...."
"After that I take over," Tedor growled, then smiled. "Come on."