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Cabrillo nodded and rose from the head of the table, then followed Reinholt into the hall. “Who’s calling?” he asked.
“The president, sir,” Reinholt said, leading Cabrillo toward the control room.
Cabrillo said nothing—there was really nothing to say. Reaching the control room, he opened the door, made his way over to the secure telephone and lifted the receiver.
“This is Juan Cabrillo.”
“Please hold for the President of the United States,” the operator said.
A second or two later a voice with a twang came on the line. “Mr. Cabrillo,” he said, “good afternoon.”
“Good afternoon to you, sir,” Cabrillo answered.
“I have Mr. Overholt here with me—he’s already briefed me. Could you explain the current situation?”
Cabrillo gave the president a quick recap.
“I could scramble some planes out of England and take out the ship with a Harpoon missile,” the president said when Cabrillo had finished, “but then the nuke is still out there, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir,” Cabrillo agreed.
“We can’t land troop transports at the Faeroe airport,” the president continued. “I checked and the airport is too small. That means our only shot is to helicopter in a team, and my estimates are that to prepare and deploy a force up there would take six hours.”
“We estimate we have three and a half to four hours tops, sir,” Cabrillo said.
“I checked with the navy,” the president said. “They have nothing in the area.”
“Mr. President,” Cabrillo said, “we have a locator placed on the meteorite. Until it is combined with the nuclear device, it is of limited threat. If you give us permission, we believe we can follow the meteorite to the location where it is to be mated with the nuke and recover both at the same time.”
“That’s a risky strategy,” the president said.
The president turned to Overholt.
“Juan,” Overholt said, “what are the chances your team can pull this off?”
“Good,” Cabrillo said quickly, “but there is a wild card.”
“What’s the wild card?” the president asked.
“We don’t know for sure who we’re up against. If the people that have the meteorite are a faction of the Hammadi Group, I think we can take them.”
The president paused before speaking. “Okay,” he said at last, “I say we go ahead as pla
“Very good, sir,” Cabrillo said.
“Now,” the president said, “we have uncovered an entirely separate problem pertaining to the meteorite. I have a scientist here who will explain.”
For the next few minutes, Dwyer explained his theory.
Cabrillo felt a cold chill rising on his back. Armageddon was close at hand.
“That raises the stakes, Mr. President,” Cabrillo offered, “but the other side must be unaware of the possibility of a released virus. We just learned it was possible ourselves. The fact is that they would be ensuring their own destruction. The only scenario that makes sense is using the meteorite to construct a dirty bomb.”
“That’s all true,” the president agreed, “and we’ve been hard-pressed to come up with a scenario where the molecules would be penetrated. They need to break the meteorite down somehow for that to happen. Still, the threat exists—and the consequences could be dire and permanent.”
“If the Corporation had been hired to launch this operation,” Overholt asked, “how would you go about it?”
“You mean if an evil twin to the Corporation existed and we wanted to kill as many people as possible?” Cabrillo asked. “We would want to introduce the radioactivity in the iridium to the largest possible population.”
“So you’d need a delivery system of some sort?” the president asked.
“Correct, Mr. President,” Cabrillo said.
“Then if we have the British seal off their airspace, the threat of aerial dispersal is eliminated,” the president noted. “Then we just have the bomb to deal with.”
“We will need increased security at the underground stations and public areas as well,” Cabrillo added, “in case their plan is to dust public areas with radioactive dust. Maybe they have somehow dismantled the nuke and ground up the core, and their plan is to combine it with the iridium in a powdered form to poison the populace.”
“Then the British will need to watch their mail and package delivery apparatus as well,” the president added. “What else?”
The four men were silent as they thought.
“Let’s pray you can recover the meteorite and the bomb together,” the president said, “and protect England from ruin. Any other outcome is too horrible to consider.”
The call ended, and Cabrillo started walking back to the conference room.
What he had no way of knowing was that while Great Britain was a target for one operation, the other target was three time zones away to the east.
Cabrillo opened the door and entered the conference room.
“I just got off the telephone with the president,” Cabrillo said as he made his way to the head of the table. “We have the resources of the United States government behind us.”
The group waited for Cabrillo to continue.
“There’s one other thing,” he continued. “A CIA scientist has advanced a theory that there might be traces of gases from deep space inside the molecules of the meteorite. These gases may have suspended in them a virus or pathogen that could prove deadly. No matter what, once we recover the meteorite it’s not to be disturbed.”
Julia Huxley spoke. As medical officer, she was tasked with the crew’s safety. “What about exposure to the exterior of the meteorite?” she asked. “You were right next to the orb.”
“The scientist said that if a virus was on the exterior it would have burned up upon entering the atmosphere. The problem could arise if the meteorite was drilled, for example. If the molecules have arranged themselves in a certain ma
“How large might these pockets be?” Huxley asked.
“It’s only a theory,” Cabrillo said, “but the meteorite could be a hollow sphere much like a chocolate Easter egg. Or, there might be clusters of gas like naturally occurring geodes have, where there are pockets of crystal in various sizes. No one knows until it is recovered and studied.”
“Any idea as to the type of virus?” Huxley asked. “Maybe I can prepare a serum.”
“None,” Cabrillo said carefully, “but if it’s from space and it’s released on Earth, it couldn’t be good.”
The room was so quiet you could hear a buzzing fly.
Cabrillo stared at Hanley.
“Adams is almost ready to leave,” Hanley said, “and our Challenger 604 will be arriving in Aberdeen shortly.”
“Where’s Truitt?”
Richard “Dick” Truitt was the Corporation’s vice president of operations.
“He was aboard the emir’s plane,” Hanley said. “He returned the emir safely to Qatar. I ordered our Gulfstream in Dubai to fly to Qatar and pick him up. They should have already left and are probably somewhere over Africa.”
“Send him to London,” Cabrillo ordered. “Keep him and the Gulfstream on standby.”
Hanley nodded.
“I want all of you to continue pla
The crew nodded and returned to pla
“Come in,” Halpert said.
Cabrillo opened the door and entered. “What have you found out?”
“I’m still doing research,” Halpert said. “I’m ru
“Make sure you cover his personal life and make up a psych profile.”
“I’ll do it, sir,” Halpert said, “but as of now, this guy seems to be a true-blue American. He has a DOD clearance, he’s friends with a couple of senators and he was even invited to the president’s ranch once.”