How large might these pockets be? Huxley asked.
Its 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 its from space and its released on Earth, it couldnt 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.
Wheres Truitt?
Richard Dick Truitt was the Corporations vice president of operations.
He was aboard the emirs 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 planning the assault of our mystery ship, Cabrillo said. If all goes according to plan, we can wrap this up in the next twelve hours. As usual, Hanley is in charge while Im gone.
The crew nodded and returned to planning as Cabrillo left the room and headed down the passageway to Halperts office and knocked.
Come in, Halpert said.
Cabrillo opened the door and entered. What have you found out?
Im still doing research, Halpert
said. Im running the various corporations he controls right now.
Make sure you cover his personal life and make up a psych profile.
Ill do it, sir, Halpert said, but as of now, this guy seems to be a true-blue American. He has a DOD clearance, hes friends with a couple of senators and he was even invited to the presidents ranch once.
So was the North Korean president, Cabrillo noted.
You have a point, Halpert said, but be assured that if this guy has one bad wrinkle, Ill find it.
Im leaving the ship. Report your findings to Hanley.
Yes, sir.
CABRILLO WALKED DOWN the passageway and up the stairs toward the flight deck.
George Adams was sitting in the pilots seat of the Robinson and dressed in a clean khaki-colored flight suit. He had yet to start the engine, and the cockpit was cold. He rubbed his flight gloves together and finished writing in the log attached to a clipboard.
Flicking on the main battery power switch to check status, he looked up as Cabrillo approached and opened the passenger door. Cabrillo took a bag containing weapons, extra clothing, and electronics and another with food and drinks and placed them in the rear. Once these were safely stowed he looked over at Adams.
You need me to do anything, George? he asked.
No, Chief, Adams said, everythings already taken care of. I have a weather report, a flight plan, and the waypoints are logged into the GPS. If you want to climb in and strap on a seat belt, Ill get this show on the road.
Over the years that Adams had worked for the Corporation, Cabrillo had never ceased to be amazed by the helicopter pilots efficiency. Adams never complained and never got excited. Cabrillo had flown through some rough conditions with the man, but other than some glib casual comments, Adams seemed unflustered and without fear.
Sometimes I wish I could clone you, George, Cabrillo said as he climbed in and fastened the seat belt.
Why, boss, Adams said, glancing up from the instruments, then Id only have half as much fun.
Reaching down, Adams twisted the key and the piston engine turned over and settled into an idle. Adams watched the gauges until the engine reached operating temperatures, then radioed the pilothouse.
Are we into the wind?
Affirmative, the reply came.
Then with a smooth motion he raised the collective and the helicopter lifted from the deck. The Oregon continued steaming until the helicopter was clear. Then Adams accelerated and passed alongside the ship. A couple of minutes later the Oregon was fading behind them in the distance. Now only clouds and the black sea filled the windshield.
THATS WHAT WE have so far, Mr. Prime Minister, the president said.
Ill raise the alert status, the prime minister replied, and release a cover story to the press that the reason is that we believe a shipment of Ricin poison is loose. That way the terrorists continue with their plans.
Hopefully we can wrap this up soon, the president said.
Ill alert MI5 and MI6 to coordinate efforts with your people. However, once the meteorite reaches British soil, were going to need to take over.
I understand, the president said.
Then good luck, the prime minister said.
Good luck to you.
TRUITT STARED AT the side window of the Gulfstream as it streaked across the sky at over five hundred miles an hour. Far below, the coast of Spain sat glowing in the sunlight. Rising from his seat, he walked forward and knocked on the cockpit door.