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“There’s no sidebands, no resonance, no echoes nothing.” Gail’s voice was awed. “It’s a completely pure note.”

“That’s right. Every musical note there has ever been has been mixed up with all sorts of distortions. Look at them using this equipment and it’s a ragged peak. It goes up in a jagged line, there’s a plateau at the top that shows cyclic variations and it goes down in a jagged line. Then there’s side-bands and resonances at different frequencies. Lots of them. All the energy transmitted in the note is spread across the area under that line, dispersed, weakened and generally dissipated. Even so, sound’s got a lot of punch, we broke things with it quite regularly.”

“Like theater manager’s hearts?”

“Those too, although most of them deserved it. Some of them never even read the contract, hence the no-green-jellybean rule. Anyway, that’s not the case here. The sound is one perfect pulse. Straight up, point, straight down. A perfectly pure note and all the energy is concentrated in that note. Talk about a slam, the energy here,” he tapped the screen with a switchblade, “is incredible. This thing, its coherent sound. It’s the sonic equivalent of a laser and I’d guess that its just as destructive. It’s got about as much resemblance to a musical note as a high-powered laser has to a flashlight.”

“And the walls came tumbling down.” Gail spoke almost dreamily.

“Sure. Sound travels faster, the denser the medium is. In air, this thing shook an Su-35 apart and tumbled the gyros on two missiles. What it would do if transmitted in water or rock, we can only guess. A lot of we-wish-that-hadn’t-happened would be my guess.”

“Write all this up.” Doctor Peptuck, the team leader, spoke sharply. “Write it up in as much detail as possible. The brass need to know about this as quickly as possible.”

Conference Room, Fort Detrick, Maryland, USA, February 2009

“You’re quite sure about this?” Another investigation, another place, same disbelief mixed with a tinge of fear.

“Of course.” Connor MacLeod was quite emphatic. “It helped that we knew we were dealing with inhalation anthrax and that gave us a baseline to work from. It also gave us a puzzle to answer. Why were so few people showing symptoms? If anthrax spores had been dumped over an inhabited area, a high proportion of the population would be dead or dying and there is no cure for inhalation anthrax. We can immunize, and it looks like we might have to, but we can’t cure. And yet the death toll was a few here, a few there, a disproportionate number on military bases yet even there only a handful. As information came in from all over, that was the worldwide pattern. A few dead, isolated infections. Unprecedented.”

“And it was this Baines guy who gave you the answer?”

“In a way, yes. DIMO(N) were interested of course and Baines knows Revelations and all the derivative material intimately. Unhealthily intimately in my opinion, but he’s the best we’ve got for tracking down this sort of thing. He pointed out that Revelations contains the following prophecy. ‘Then I heard a loud voice from the temple, saying to the seven angels, Go and pour out on the earth the seven bowls of the wrath of God. So the first angel went and poured out his bowl on the earth; and it became a loathsome and malignant sore on the people who had the mark of the beast and who worshiped his image.’ Well, anybody who has seen people dying of anthrax knows the ulceration is certainly loathsome and malignant so that fitted. That left us with trying to work out what the mark of the beast was.

“We started out by thinking that it was poetic or descriptive and was a reverse truth. In other words, we thought it was the writers assuming, not that the disease was infecting people with a particular characteristic but that everybody who was infected was assumed to have the mark of the beast. You know, the old line, ‘they must have done something bad to deserve it.’ But that didn’t correspond to the infection patterns, nowhere close. So we had to think that there was something about these people that made them vulnerable to the disease. That led us to ask what the mark of the beast could be. You know why sensitives are sensitive?”

“Because they are nephilim, they are descendants of humans who mated with the Baldricks.”

“Exactly, and they retain a tiny amount of Baldrick DNA in their make-up and that makes them detectable to the Baldricks and capable of pushing messages the other way. The more Baldrick they have in their DNA, the more effective they are as sensitives. The odder they are as well by the way. With computers and our own transmission equipment, we can boost those contacts to the point where we can open portals. Now, doesn’t having Baldrick ancestry sound like ‘the mark of the beast’ to you?”

“And so you compared lists?”

“Of course. With our own list, the congruence was perfect. All the reported anthrax infections we had have been people we identified as Nephilim. They’re sick and pretty much all of them are going to die. Our portal engineering capability has been hit hard, I’d guess that about a third of our sensitives are dead or dying. The same picture is emerging worldwide but there’s an interesting little side-note. It’s pretty obvious from the infection pattern that our allies are not telling us about all the Nephilim they found.”

“Oh.” The word was filled with emphasis.

“Exactly. I would say that, while they are all contributing to the main portal engineering program we run on behalf of everybody, they all have their own national programs as well. From these lists, I would say that Russia, China, Britain, France, Germany, Japan, India, Israel and Singapore are all running their own portal program and have kept back some of their sensitives, probably the best ones, for that program.”

“I think that’s very likely.” Team Leader Chris O’Farrell sounded more than slightly amused by the idea.

Connor MacLeod looked at him sharply for a moment and then the implication sank in. “And we’re doing the same?”

“Of course. Have you noticed that kitten and all the other really top-rank sensitives aren’t on the sick-list? We’ve got them tucked safely away. Navy’s doing a lot of work, they’re refitting Enterprise right now to generate her own portals. Can you imagine that as a naval tactic? Got some anti-ship missiles coming in? Easy. Open a portal, step through and close it. Then, wait a few minutes, open another and reappear a few dozen miles away. Or open a portal over and enemy city and drop a nuclear device through it. The possibilities are endless. Anyway, back to the anthrax. So, the enemy has developed an anthrax derivative that only infects Nephilim. That’s a hell of a genetic engineering achievement. Are really they that good?”

“Well, that’s what we thought. This was a new strain of anthrax bred especially for this attack and that’s a scary level of biological warfare capability.” Both men looked grim, nobody knew better than the workers at Fort Detrick just how dangerous biological warfare could be. “Anyway, we got samples of the anthrax bacillus from the casualties and had a look at it. We started off on the wrong foot, thinking this was a new variant and that wasted a day or so. Have you heard of mitochondrial dating?”

O’Farrell shook his head.

“Well, basically mitochondrial DNA doesn’t change. It does mutate at a known rate but it doesn’t change. So, we can track the age of a sample as compared with its baseline by noting the number of changes. It’s a bit like counting tree rings in a way. We got a surprise, the samples we have showed a lot of changes. That meant either the samples were a long way down the line from our baseline or our baseline was a long way down the line from our samples. Normally, we’d take the second possibility because we don’t get things from the future but nothing’s taken for granted these days.

“Now, anthrax is a very old disease, its possible it’s one of the oldest still-extant diseases. There’s anthrax spores been found in the wrappings of Egyptian mummies and there’s even a theory that the so-called curse of the Pharaohs is the result of inhaling those spores. Anyway, we got some spores from the Egyptians, ran the tests and guess what, they’re a lot closer to the samples from our victims than our baseline is. So, this isn’t a new variant, it’s a very old one, one even older than the Egyptian baseline.