They both nodded sullenly. They opened the door and backed out.
“Find them Alison.” were Lee’s last words before they shut the door and stepped off back onto the dock. Together they untied the dock lines and threw them aboard, waiting for her to pull away. She peered through the side window and waved. She then pushed forward on the throttle and the engines revved louder, pushing the boat forward through the small waves.
When Alison was close to a mile out, she opened the engines up and sped forward. The sea was relatively calm as the boat’s bow cut smoothly through the waves. She reached down and typed a simple message as a test; Sally Dirk Stop Danger. She hit the return key and the screen read “Translating…”
Satisfied, she looked back up and gripped the wheel with both hands. She stared intently through the glass as she could see very little in the dark ocean in front of her.
Alison thought about the one potential problem with her plan, something she was hoping neither Chris nor Lee would bring up. If by some miracle she did find and stop them, what on earth was she going to do with a nuclear bomb?
39
“What?!” Stevas screamed into his phone. He was in disbelief. “All of them?! Every single one?” He listened in anger and his face turned dark red.
“God Dammit!” He turned and looked across the table to Mason who was watching apprehensively. Stevas closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “They did it!’ he said. “By god they did it! They hit us first! I knew we should have moved faster.”
He ended the call and looked at Mason. “The bastards destroyed every one of our subs. Every one.” He looked at the wall still shaking his head. “This is Miller’s fault. He kept dragging his damn feet.”
Mason sighed from across the table. “It didn’t help having to bring the Trident’s in slowly. They could see that coming from a mile away.”
Stevas turned and pointed at him. “That’s right!” He started pacing. “If they had done things like I wanted to do, like we wanted to do, that ring would be a giant pile of junk right now. Goddam bureaucracy! And those damn panty waists Miller and Langford. We had the President thinking straight before they turned everything around.” He put his hands on his hips. “Dammit!”
“They’re not going to listen you know.” Mason said. “Miller and Langford are just going to see this attack as them being provoked.”
“I know.” Stevas said continuing to pace. “And if we think this is bad just wait until all of these U.N. idiots get involved.”
“Game over.”
“Not if I can help it.” Stevas held up his phone and began dialing.
The tank was smaller than their old tank and the building was dark, making it hard to see. Dirk and Sally hovered near the glass wall watching all the men walk back and forth quickly piecing the last of the giant servers together. One man, tall and lanky with dark hair, was sitting in front of the tank typing on a computer. His face reflected an eerie glow from the monitor in front of him. They both wondered where Alison and the others were.
After what seemed like a long time the man finished typing and looked up at them. A short pause later the words Hello Dirk and Sally came through the underwater speakers.
Dirk swam past the speaker excited. Hello, he answered.
Sally swam close to the microphone. Where Alison? Where Chris? Where Lee?
The man forced a smile and typed back. They will come soon. We are friends. IMIS translated, and Dirk swam excitedly again. The man noticed that Sally continued to watch him very carefully. We need help. He typed.
Dirk answered quickly. Yes help. Dirk like help.
We want to give gift to people. He said. People in the city.
Dirk rolled to the top of the tank and came back down. Dirk take gift. People nice.
Thank you Dirk. The man at the computer replied. Must go fast.
Two scuba divers descended from the top of the tank holding a large thick harness. In the middle of the harness was a giant lump hiding a compact nuclear warhead. It was preprogrammed for the ring’s depth and location. As soon as it got within a quarter mile of any part of the ring it would instantly detonate.
The harness was gently fitted onto Dirk’s back and fastened underneath. When they were done he wagged his tail eagerly and swam around the small tank. Sally stayed close, swimming next to him.
The man behind the computer was now standing at the end of the tank watching when someone walked up behind him. “We ready Jared?” The young man turned to see Naval Chairman Bruce Bishop.
“Yes sir.”
“Any problems?” asked Bishop.
“None at all sir, they seem to be adjusting quickly.”
Bishop shrugged. “Good, though it’s not going to matter much longer.” He peered at Dirk and Sally through the glass alongside Jared. “If they’re ready, let’s send them out.”
Jared nodded and picked up a phone on his desk. “Open the doors.” He put the phone down and typed a message out. Please take gift fast Dirk. Hurry.
Dirk swim fast. Dirk replied. A few minutes later, behind the dolphins, two large doors began to slowly open. The ocean water on the other side rushed through and mixed with the tank water creating a tiny vortex. Using their powerful tails, both dolphins waited for the surge to subside, then quickly darted into the open ocean and were gone.
40
For the second time in less than two weeks, an exhausted Kathryn Lokke saw the McMurdo base station in Antarctica appear on the horizon. Her plane was much larger this time but only slightly more comfortable. Even so, she was really going to miss it when they had to transfer to the smaller and much colder C130s.
She turned and looked at the rows of people behind her. The effort had come together faster than she could have hoped, and true to his word, President Carr delivered everyone and everything she needed. International experts were brought in almost overnight, and when she explained to her own team what they were up against, almost all of them volunteered to go back. She had never felt so proud and humbled at the same time.
There was also no question in her mind that telling them the whole truth was the right thing to do. When they learned how grave the situation was, partly after compiling their own results, they were ready to get to work immediately. Nearly all of the remaining members became part of the project planning effort to ‘blow up’ the Ronne Ice Shelf and prevent a modern catastrophe. Her team worked relentlessly, and by the time the demolition teams had landed, many of the largest logistical problems and details had been worked out. Now the entire group, along with their equipment, was back.
At over 500 feet thick, the Ronne Ice Shelf presented a number of challenges. First and foremost was the depth of the wells required to ensure the greatest level of explosive effect. And the required mobile drill rigs were huge. They were also slow. In fact, as she found out, it was not the size of the drilling vehicle that was the challenge, it was the amount of the drill string piping needed for each of the vehicles. With at least three hundred feet of piping per drill, they took up most of the storage capacity on the plane.
Next was the food and supplies. Anderson’s New Zealand team would again serve as guides, but the project was expected to last for months which meant the food and supplies were substantial. The compact snow plow would be essential in creating airstrips smooth enough to land on in order for the planes to safely drop off more supplies. Satellite pictures and deep level scans would help identify the best areas, but in the end it would be up to those on the ground to decide where to plow.