Billy moved his finger toward the screen, hovering it just over the load on the back of the truck. “And is that…?”
“Yes. It is.”
A shipping container. An identical match, as a matter of fact, to the shipping containers in the footage their inside person had sent them.
Matt and Rachel arrived within seconds of each other, both responding to urgent phone calls from Billy.
“I need to go back out,” Billy told them.
“Why?” Matt said, surprised.
Billy nodded to Jordan. “Show them.”
Jordan turned his laptop so the others could see the screen, and hit the space bar. While the video of the truck played, he and Billy took turns filling in the details.
“But that’s not even the best part,” Billy said as the video finished.
It sounded pretty damn good to Matt. Knowing the public face of the Project had been an elusive goal to this point, but now, with the discovery of Hidde-Kel, they had a name. It meant they might be able to stop just reacting and go on the offensive. They might not be able to kill the Project’s plan completely, but they might be able to create some big problems.
“So what’s the best part?”
Billy smiled. “Jordan was the one who figured it out.”
Jordan shrugged. “All I did was enhance the video enough to get an ID number off the truck.”
“And?” Billy urged.
“Well, from that I found the company who owned it. These days, nearly every truck on the road has a transponder so that its owners can track them. I, um, was able to get the truck’s transponder ID and tap into it.”
Matt was not surprised. Jordan was a tech expert who routinely hacked into satellites and computer systems for the cause. “I take it you found something.”
Jordan minimized the video and brought up a static image of a map. Superimposed on it were several bright yellow lines, each overlaying existing roads and creating loops that seemed to always start in Chicago before going somewhere else in a two-state radius.
“The lines represent routes the truck traveled in a two-week period surrounding the time the video was shot.” He clicked a button and all but one of the loops disappeared. “And this is the trip he started that night.”
The line went southeast into Indiana, then almost due east across the state and into Ohio, where it terminated in Cleveland. From there it looped back, following basically the same route home.
Jordan clicked on Cleveland, and the map zoomed in. He didn’t stop until the image area was filled with a roughly four-square-block section of the map. The yellow line stopped right in the middle.
“This is where they dropped off the container,” Billy explained.
“Where you guys think they dropped it off,” Rachel corrected him.
“No. Jordan, show them.”
Jordan brought up a satellite image.
“The angle’s a little skewed,” he said. “The closest satellite I could get access to wasn’t directly overhead, but you can still see it.”
The focus area of the shot appeared to be part of an industrial zone. In the center was a large open lot behind a warehouse-type building. Even from the slightly angled view, it was apparent the lot was not seeing much use. There were several abandoned cars along one fence, and a couple of semitruck trailers in the middle. Sitting right next to the trailers was what looked like a brown shipping container.
“It’s the same container?” Matt asked.
“I think so. Yes. Look at it. It’s a match to the one that was on the back of the truck that we now know stopped at this very location. I found a few images of the area from a month ago, and the only thing different is that there’s no container.”
“Matt,” Billy said. “That lot is only a few blocks from the airport, and a mile or so west of a huge residential area.”
“So if it is a delivery system, it’s perfectly placed,” Matt said, more to himself than anyone else.
“Exactly.” Billy paused. “This is a perfect opportunity to find out how these things work. I want to go check it out.”
“I’m not sure that’s such a great idea,” Rachel said.
“Look, if I can figure it out, we might be able to dismantle others. Jordan’s already started the process of trying to locate more. Don’t you see? This will save lives.”
“Do it,” Matt said. “Take whoever you need with you.”
“Shouldn’t we talk this over?” Rachel asked.
“We don’t have time. If there’s a way to stop these things, we need to know that now.”
Rachel frowned but made no further arguments. Matt knew what she was thinking, though. Even if Billy figured out how to dismantle the death box, it would probably be too little too late.
28
I.D. MINUS 29 HOURS
The Dop received his regular morning briefing from Foster, the night watch officer, at six a.m. on the dot in his quarters.
“There have been no additional problems with the situation in Buenos Aires. We’ve hired some local freelancers to keep an eye on Patricia Mendes in case she tries to stir up anything.”
The DOP waved a dismissive hand in the air. “We’re too close for anything she might say to matter at this point. You can let her be.”
“Very well, sir.” Foster provided updates for several other minor incidents, including the small outbreak in Mumbai, India. “It appears to be contained with no further infections.”
The DOP sensed hesitation. “What is it?”
“It seems, sir, that the two nurses watching the patients have…left.”
“What do you mean, left?”
“When the next shift came on, they weren’t there. It’s believed they fled.”
“Are they Project members?”
“Yes, sir. Um, some of their cache of vaccine is missing.”
The DOP stared at him. “They stole vaccine.”
“Yes, sir.”
Unbelievable, the DOP thought. “Put their names on a list to be dealt with after everything is over. This kind of lack of loyalty cannot be tolerated.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Has there been any information leak on the outbreak?”
“None.”
“Good.” An outbreak associated with the people working on the “malaria problem” could have caused some serious questions to be raised, and jeopardized their operations not only in Mumbai but other places where they were using the method.
“What’s next?”
“Have not heard back yet from the team at Grise Fiord,” Foster said.
The men at Grise Fiord had reported the arrival of a science group the previous evening, and were going to check them out, but it wasn’t unusual for them to take up to twenty-four hours to learn anything useful.
“All right,” the DOP said, glad that these types of issues were not something he’d have to think about for much longer.
“Our lookout in Savissivik reports that the Danish cultural committee is leaving as scheduled this morning for the south,” Foster said.
Savissivik on the northwestern coast of Greenland and Grise Fiord in Canada were the two closest manned locations to Yanok Island, so it had always been a priority to keep an eye on them.
“Anything else?”
“Yes. There’s a storm heading our way.”
“When?”
Foster smiled. “Just in time for Implementation Day.”
The DOP chuckled. He liked the idea of that.
The briefing finished, Foster headed off to bed while the DOP got dressed. He then went to the cafeteria for a leisurely breakfast before joining Major Ross in the Cradle.
They were approaching twenty-four hours from activation, the moment he’d been working toward for so many years. The anticipation was intoxicating. He wanted to make sure he savored every last second of it.
29
Billy arrived in Cleveland just after seven a.m. via a chartered jet. He’d brought only one other person with him, a woman named Karen Pruitt. She had a degree in electrical engineering, and was one of the people who kept the Ranch’s equipment running.