Eddie, Meadows said, why dont you board the Larissa and check it out? Im going to wander over there and talk to the guy on the catamaran.
Weve already questioned him, Rodgers said. Hes a little odd, but harmless.
Ill be right back, Meadows said, walking down the dock.
Seng motioned to Rodgers and followed him on board the Larissa.
SIR, WE NEED to call it, Stone said, Atlantic or North Sea?
Hanley stared at the moving map on the monitor. He had no idea which way Cabrillo was headed, but the time to decide was upon them.
Wheres the amphibious plane?
There, Stone said, pointing to a blip on the map that showed the plane over Manchester and flying north.
North Sea, then, Hanley ordered. London is the target. Order the amphibious plane to Glasgow to support Cabrillo.
Got it, Stone said, reaching for the microphone.
Hali, Hanley said over his shoulder to Kasim, who was sitting at a table behind the control chair, whats the situation on the fuel for Adams?
I couldnt get the airport in Inverness to make a delivery, Kasim said, so I contacted a gas station in Loch Ness to bring fuel out to the site in five-gallon cans. He should be arriving there shortly. As soon as he does, Im sure Adams will report.
Damn, Hanley said, we need George up there to support our chairman.
Linda Ross, the Oregon s security and surveillance expert, was sitting at the table with Kasim. I linked up with the British authorities and told them what we knowthat we have a white van heading south on the road from Loch Ness that we think is carrying the meteorite, and that Mr. Cabrillo is chasing in an old black MG. Theyre sending helicopters, but it will be an hour or so until they reach the area.
Can the Challenger fly high cover and report? Hanley asked the room.
For a second no one spoke. Stone punched commands into his keyboard then pointed at the monitor. Thats real time from the area, he said.
The blanket of fog looked like a gray wool sheet. On the ground in northern Scotland, visibility was being measured in feet, not yards. Help from the air would not be coming anytime soon.
HALIFAX HICKMAN WAS fuming. After berating his security team, he turned to the head of the detail. Youre fired, he said loudly.
The man walked to the door and exited the penthouse.
You, he said to the fired mans second in command, wheres the thief that broke in here?
Our men saw him land on the ground up the street from Dreamworld, the man said. He was picked up by two people in an open-topped Jeep. Two of my men were giving chase when their vehicle suffered a massive electrical failure. They lost them at that point.
I want every person we have scouring this city to find that Jeep, Hickman said. I want to know who has the balls to break into my apartment on top of my hotel.
Well get on it right away, sir, the newly appointed head of security said quickly.
You damn well better, Hickman said, as he walked up the hallway to his office.
The security men filed out of the penthouse. And this time they remembered to lock the door. Hickman dialed a number on the phone and spoke.
IN HIS OFFICE on board the Oregon, Michael Halpert was cataloging the contents from Truitts transmission. The files were a jumbled mess of corporate documents, bank and brokerage records, and property holdings. Either there were no personal files or they had not been transmitted before the link was disabled.
Halpert set the computer to search for keywords then stared at the photographs Truitt had faxed from the Gulfstream. Rolling his chair over to another computer, he fed the pictures into a scanner, then linked onto the U.S. State Department computer and began searching passport photos. The database was huge and the search might take days. Leaving the computers to work, he left the office and walked up the hall to the dining room. Todays special was beef StroganoffHalperts favorite.
SIR, THE VOICE said loudly over the phone, we are being hailed by a United States Navy guided-missile destroyer.
What do you mean? Hickman said.
Weve been ordered to heave to or be sunk, the captain of the Free Enterprise said.
Hickmans plan was unraveling faster and faster.
Cant you outrun them? he asked.
No way.
Then engage them, Hickman ordered.
Sir, the captain said loudly, that would be suicide.
Hickman thought for a second before answering.
Then delay the surrender for as long as possible, he said at last.
Yes, sir, the captain said.
Hickman disconnected and sat back. The team on the Free Enterprise had been given a false story from the start. To get the team to cooperate, hed told them that his plan was to use the meteorite, combined with a nuclear device, for an attack on Syria. Then he told them he was going to blame the attack on Israel and create a full-scale war in the Middle East. By the time it was all over, hed said, the United States would control
the region and terrorism would be snuffed out.
His true plan was much more personal. He was going to avenge the death of the only person he had ever really loved. And God help those that stood in his way.