“Do we have any idea who they are?” Kurt asked.
Brinks nodded. “In addition to the individual you identified, we’ve two pieces of credible evidence suggesting their base of operations is in Africa.”
“Africa?” Gamay said.
“Yes, Mrs. Trout,” Brinks replied. “Early this morning a body was recovered two miles south of the spot where Kurt and Joe were rescued.”
Brinks nodded to an aide, who brought photos out that were passed to Kurt and Joe.
“Recognize him?” Brinks asked.
The water had bloated the man’s face, but it wasn’t enough to hide his identity.
“Key master,” Joe whispered.
Kurt nodded. “This guy was with Andras,” he said. “What happened to him?”
“Twenty-two, Old West style,” Brinks said. “Right between the eyes. Any idea why?”
“He was alive when we went down,” Kurt said. He put the photo away. “Who is he?”
“He’s been identified as a citizen of Sierra Leone,” Brinks said. “A former major in their armed forces, perhaps even a bodyguard for the president, Djemma Garand.”
“Sierra Leone,” Kurt said. This was the second time that nation’s name had popped up.
Brinks nodded. “As odd as it sounds, the links are starting to point to a connection with that country. We know the superconducting ore was transferred in Freetown, but until now we thought it was the work of a group of mercenaries manning the docks. Your friend Andras may have been one of them.”
Kurt didn’t like hearing Andras referred to as his friend, however facetiously. Beyond that, something sounded odd about this assessment. “Sierra Leone is one of the poorest countries in the world. They can barely feed and clothe their people. You’re telling me they have the wherewithal to create a particle accelerator using advanced superconductors?”
“We have this man’s body to prove a link,” Brinks said, not looking particularly thrilled to have questions coming at him. “We have other intelligence suggesting there may be a connection, including some odd military mobilizations of late.”
“Okay, so what are we doing about it?” Kurt asked, unable to take any more preamble.
Brinks retrained his gaze on Kurt. “To begin with, greater surveillance of the nation is beginning. Until now we haven’t much reason to keep a close eye upon them. But we’re starting to.”
“What else?”
“Believe it or not,” Brinks said, “we still think your initial guess is correct. These people undoubtedly have to be operating from a submarine. Portuguese divers have been all over that rock tower and they’ve found hidden tunnels designed to funnel the current through turbines, banks of batteries, and powerful electromagnetic coils. All designed to create the appearance of a magnetic anomaly. The construction would have required extensive use of submersibles.”
Kurt felt a small amount of vindication, but he’d still been wrong in a highly costly manner.
“And?” he asked.
“And the three of you are to be assigned to a Navy task force charged with finding this submarine,” Brinks said. “Mrs. Trout will work with the Navy acoustics team in trying to refine the signature left on the sonar tapes from the attack on the Grouper.”
“And what are we going to do?” Kurt asked, growing aggravated at what looked like a giant detour.
“Because of your experience in salvage operations and construction of submersibles, you two will be assigned to ASW teams that will be sent out looking for this sub.”
Kurt wasn’t sure he’d heard correctly. “Looking for it?” Kurt said. “You mean wandering around the ocean, listening to hydrophones and hoping to pick up something more than whales making out?”
Neither Brinks nor Admiral Farnsworth reacted.
“Are you kidding me?” Kurt continued. “There’s forty million square miles of ocean out there. And that’s if these idiots are still sailing around, waiting to get caught. More likely they’ve parked that thing under a shed somewhere and are on to the next step in their plan.”
“Our ASW teams are the best in the world, Mr. Austin,” the admiral said.
“I know they are, Admiral, but how many are you going to spare?”
“Seven frigates and twenty aircraft,” he said. “We’ll also be using both the SOSUS line and other listening stations in the South Atlantic.”
That was better than Kurt had expected, but paltry in comparison to the need. And unless Kurt had missed something, they didn’t even know what they were looking for yet.
“Did we pick up anything on the SOSUS during any of the incidents?” he asked.
“No,” the admiral admitted. “Nothing but the sounds of the Kinjara Maru breaking up on her way down and the explosions of the torpedoes during the attack on the Grouper.”
“So all we have is the garbled tape from the Matador,” Kurt said.
“Do you have a better idea, Mr. Austin?” Brinks asked pointedly.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m going to track down Andras. And when I find him, that’ll lead us to whoever he’s working for.”
“CIA’s been looking for him for years,” Brinks said dismissively. “He never stays in one place long enough for anyone to get a line on him. What makes you think you’re going to succeed where they failed?”
“Because there are certain rocks they don’t like to turn over,” he said bluntly. “I have no such qualms.”
Brinks pursed his lips, looking disgusted. He turned back to NUMA’s Director. “Mr. Pitt, would you do something, please?”
Dirk leaned back in his chair, looking as casual as could be. “Sure,” he said to Brinks and then turned to Kurt. “Are you serious about this plan?”
“Yes, sir,” Kurt said. “I know someone who Andras used as a contact years ago. I believe he’s still active.”
“Then what are you doing wasting your time with us? Get your butt moving.”
Kurt smiled and stood. “Yes, sir,” he said.
“This is ridiculous,” Brinks said.
“And take Joe with you,” Pitt added, “if he wants to go.”
“Thought you’d never ask,” Joe said.
Brinks ground his teeth and leaned over the table, looking at Dirk Pitt.
“One call and I’ll override this,” he said.
“No you won’t,” Pitt said confidently. “For one, Kurt’s right. Sticking him and Joe on a destroyer is a waste of resources. For another, it puts all our eggs in one basket: your basket. Which I realize, having spent so much time in Washington lately, is half the point. You get the credit if we succeed and you blame them and NUMA if you fail. Simple math. But you forgot a very important variable and that is: I don’t work for you and neither do these men. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you put the country or maritime community at risk for your own personal political agenda.”
Brinks looked about like a man who’d been gored in a bullfight. Even Admiral Farnsworth seemed pleased with the outcome, no doubt wondering what he needed a couple of NUMA civilians on his boats for anyway.
The admiral chuckled and then looked over at Gamay. “We could still use you, Mrs. Trout. Our sonar teams are very friendly.”
“I’ll do my best to help,” she said.
Kurt stepped to the door.
“One thing, Kurt,” Dirk said.
Kurt looked back.
“Stay on the narrow road. This is a mission for us,” Pitt reminded him, “not a sortie of revenge.”
Kurt understood Dirk’s concern. He could feel the conflict inside himself, and no doubt it was easy for someone like Dirk Pitt to pick up on.
He nodded to Pitt, glanced at Brinks, and then headed for the door. He opened it and ran right into one of NUMA’s administrative assistants, a young woman he didn’t know.