The Lucifer Code

‘I know. You’re forgetting who wrote most of the Middle East diplomacy scenarios we’ve been working with while you’ve been in office.’

‘I hadn’t forgotten, Elliott. I just hoped it would never come to this.’

An excited smile spread across Webster’s face. He felt it stretch his lips. He hadn’t thought things were going to be so easy, or that President Waggoner would ever concede to the desperate measures they had concocted.

‘We’re not ready – our country isn’t ready – to give up our dependency on oil,’ Webster said calmly. ‘Steven Napier is close to a solution. But even when he has an alternative fuel source that works as well as we need it to, converting the United States over to that alternative fuel source is going to take time. We need time. That time was one thing you and I both agreed on.’

‘I know. I do know. And I still agree. I just don’t like where this leaves us.’

‘We didn’t leave us here, Mike. We didn’t leave the American people without recourse. Khalid did. If you’ll keep that in mind, that will turn everything around for you.’

‘Not entirely, Elliott. If we do this, a lot of lives are going to be affected.’

‘If we do nothing, a lot of lives are going to be affected. There’s no getting round that.’

Waggoner didn’t speak.

‘The American people – our people – are depending on us to do the right thing,’ Webster said. ‘And the right thing isn’t letting Prince Khalid hang us out to dry or start a religious war that may leave the whole Middle East disrupted for years, if not generations.’

Waggoner didn’t say anything.

‘Let them fight over whatever they want to out here,’ Webster said. ‘They’ve been doing that ever since the first one of them picked up a rock. No matter how much we try to civilize these people, they’re never going to tolerate someone who isn’t them.’

‘If we do this, if we – God help me – invade that country-’

‘Not invade, Mike. We’re only going to make sure the whole world isn’t disrupted. Someone has to. Otherwise, we won’t have heat in the winter. Our elderly and our children will freeze, our industries will lapse into recession. And these people won’t care. They don’t have to because we’ve always handled them with kid gloves.’ Webster set his empty glass down on the windowsill. ‘The world is always divided into us and them. Only civilization allows for one us. If these people can’t be civilized, then they have set themselves up against us.’

‘This is still a big step.’ Hesitancy vibrated in Waggoner’s voice.

‘Genocide isn’t an acceptable retribution,’ Webster said. ‘And that’s what Prince Khalid intends. That’s what all these countries over here intend. Retribution. Destruction. Wi

‘We can’t live like that.’

‘No, Mike, we can’t. Our people can’t live like that. Do you want your children growing up in a country without hope, without a future?’

‘Of course not. I just keep hoping there is some other way.’

‘If there was another way, I’d let you know. You know that, don’t you?’

‘Yes.’

‘Do you trust me?’

‘I always have, haven’t I?’

‘Then trust me now.’

Gazing into the window, Webster saw his reflection highlighted by fires burning aboard luxury vessels moored in the marina. Webster didn’t know if the fires had been started by Shia resistance or by Su

Webster licked his middle finger and thumb and smoothed his eyebrows into place. ‘Mike? Are you still there?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then let’s get this done. Let’s set the hounds loose and let them hunt. We don’t have to get our hands dirty, and we’ll come out of this looking like heroes.’

Across the world, the President of the United States took a deep breath and let it out. Webster listened to the sound and knew he had the man right where he wanted him.

In fact, nearly everything was right where he wanted it.

‘All right,’ Waggoner said. ‘Make your calls.’

‘I will.’ Webster smiled at his reflection. ‘Everything will turn out okay, Mike. I’ll make a believer of you yet.’

‘Call me as soon as you know something,’ Waggoner told him.

‘This will take some time. Keep your chin up. We’re going to win.’ Webster broke the co

Catacombs

Hagia Sophia Underground

Istanbul, Turkey

19 March 2010

The tu

Sometimes, my friend, you are far too imaginative for this profession, Lourds told himself.

Imagination was a necessary component of his work, though. Translating and deciphering ancient and dead languages required someone who could navigate between creative thinking and logic, between fantasy and fact. Either one of those two disciplines could bring him to a basic understanding of a manuscript, but it wasn’t until he was able to combine both that he was at his best.

He flicked his flashlight beam round the tu

The second church had lasted one hundred and twenty-eight years before being burned down during the Nika Revolt. It had immediately been rebuilt.

But the tu

‘Are there tu

‘Yes,’ he answered. ‘And cisterns.’

‘What’s a cistern?’

‘A cistern catches and holds rainwater, maybe groundwater if it’s available,’ Lourds replied. ‘The word comes from Latin – cisterna – and the root of that is cista, meaning box. Of course that came from the Greek as did most Latin. The original word was kiste, meaning basket.’

‘Container for water would have done nicely.’

‘You’re welcome. If you get the chance, before you leave Istanbul, you should go see the Yerebatan Sarayi. It’s also known as the Basilica Cistern and Yerebatan Sarnici.’

‘Not exactly here on a sightseeing tour,’ Olympia said from in front of Lourds.

‘Of course,’ Lourds responded.

They hadn’t talked much in the last hour while Joachim had led them through the underground network of tu