Anthony shifted his weight in the chair and glanced around the room. "Pretty retro," he said, nodding in the direction of the lava lamp and rotary phone. "Appropos for the Time Patrol, I suppose."

Steve smiled. "My wife gave them to me."

"Reproductions?"

"No," Steve said. "She works in historical antiquities. Got them downtime. They're authentic."

"Nice."

Steve relaxed a little, delaying the news. "Yeah, that lava lamp is how I met my wife. She was pulled over in a routine custom's check at one of the transport terminals because of it. I was supervisor at the time. We got talking, I asked her out for coffee and as a wedding present, she gave me the lamp." He smiled fondly at the memory. "She brings me little things every now and again."

Anthony chewed on his lunch and nodded.

"What's that, the double beef?" Steve asked.

Anthony squeezed the roll in his hand to make it small enough to fit inside a fully extended mouth. He pulled it back and looked at it. "This?" He said. "No. It's just the regular size."

Steve looked down at the submarine in his own hands, a sheet of meat the only evidence that there was anything at all between the slabs of bread. "You got the roasted beef au juis?" He looked up.

"Yeah," Anthony said, the sound hollow as it came from behind the full bite of lunch. He nodded.

There was a moment of silence as Steve studied the differences between the two sandwiches. "How come yours is so much bigger?"

"Mine's bigger?" Anthony asked, holding the sub out in front of him. He smiled. "Hey, I guess it is." He tore a big chunk of the sandwich off in his mouth and chewed. "That Lois is some woman," he said. "Some woman."

"Lois?"

"The sandwich cart lady," Anthony said. "Some woman." He shook his head.

Steve sighed and dipped his own meal into the au juis.

"So," Anthony began, wiping some au juis sauce from his mouth with his uniform sleeve. "What's this situation?"

Steve looked down at the unrolled paper the submarine had arrived in.

"Hey, you gotta tell me sometime," Anthony said as he shrugged his shoulders.

Steve looked up, his eyes feeling red and a bit too dry. "There was an accident at Transport Terminal Epsilon 12. One hundred and thirty three joe citizens were killed."

"Accident?"

Steve looked down at the desk top. "No," he said. "Not an accident. Looks like sabotage."

Anthony took another bite of his meal.

"And it looks like Public Safety will get to investigate."

Anthony stopped chewing. "The Time Patrol?" He shook his head. "Sounds more like the juridiction of local authorities or the MPs. Not the Time Patrol."

"It was a Time Terminal and since it was murder, normally it would be the MPs, but given the chief suspect is a firestarter ---"

Anthony interrupted. "It's ours." He nodded his head. "I understand." He swallowed the bite in his mouth. "So who are you sending?"

Steve looked at Anthony. "I think it is only fair that I go." He paused. "And you. I'd really like you to go. You're our best interrogator."

Anthony smiled. "I like to interrogate."

"I know," Steve said. "And I think we will need the expertise of Capo."

Anthony turned to the picture on the wall. "Capo?"

"Yeah," said Steve. "We need him on our team."

"Hmmm," Anthony mumbled. "Do you think we can get him out of retirement?"

"We gotta," said Steve. "We have to catch this guy before he fire bombs another Transport Terminal."