Dalton helped Hammond out of the cart. “Why were you here when I called?” he asked Mentor.
“Because I’m all that’s left of Nexus in the United States. Everyone else is dead.”
“Who’s doing the killing?” Dalton asked.
“The Priory.”
“What about the Ring?” Dalton asked.
“I’m not sure what they’re up to.”
“How did the Ring destroy the last Psychic Warrior team that went to Colombia?”
“The woman who basically started Bright Gate and HAARP now works for the Ring. They’ve developed a virtual plane projector called Aura. We’re not sure where it’s located.”
“So both sides are working on the same type of weapon?”
“We’re not sure the Mithrans are designing Aura specifically to be a weapon,” Mentor said. “They might be developing it to do the opposite of Bright Gate-if they exist on the virtual plane, they might be developing Aura so that they can come into the real plane. Using it as a weapon is just a by-product.”
Dalton considered that. “So both sides are doing the same thing so they can go to the other side’s plane and fight them?”
Mentor nodded. “As near as I can tell, that’s what appears to be happening. If the Priory can uplink to MILSTAR and transmit on the virtual plane, they can target the Mithrans. And they can target the entire human race. If the Mithrans can use Aura to come out of the virtual and have real form, they can directly attack the Priory. And, in turn, the entire human race. So the war might be between the two groups, but the collateral damage will most likely be the destruction of life as we know it.”
20
Valika bid farewell to Gregory, knowing that she would never see him again. She expected he would be on some South Seas island within a couple of days with a new identity, along with the rest of his mercenaries.
As the Lear lifted off the runway at Granby, she was considering whether the mission had really been a failure. She was glad that they hadn’t recovered the Bright Gate equipment and that Raisor was gone. She wasn’t certain she liked the direction things were moving in. Psychic Warriors, being able to appear anywhere out of the virtual plane and take action-she had a feeling that might make her and her unique skills obsolete. It was best to be done with it all.
On a more professional level, she also hadn’t trusted Raisor. She wondered if he was really gone, or if he was able to survive on the virtual plane without his body. It was a question she would have to ask Souris. From her own experience she knew that once someone betrayed what they had sworn obedience and fealty to, the second betrayal would be much easier.
“A helicopter. Now? At night?” Lonsky rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
“I’ve got the crew clearing the pad,” Zenata said. “It’s due in five minutes.”
Lonsky stood, his uniform wrinkled. “Do you have it on radar?”
“Not yet. It might be flying low, near the waves.”
Lonsky’s cabin was just behind the bridge, so it only took them a few seconds to make it there. He went left, out onto the wing, which gave him a view toward the rear of the ship. He couldn’t see the landing pad, but he could see the glow, which meant the landing lights were on.
“I wonder what the proper etiquette is,” he said to Zenata. “Should a captain go greet his new owner, or should the new owner come to the captain on his bridge? How does it work?”
“I would say it would depend on what kind of impression you want to make,” Zenata said.
“We have an inbound helicopter on radar,” one of the crew announced. “ETA two minutes.”
Lonsky looked toward the bow. They could see the red and green running lights of the aircraft as it approached. It flew by quickly on the port side, then swung around and disappeared as it landed on the aft deck.
“I think I will meet halfway,” Lonsky said.
“A smart choice,” said Zenata.
“You have the bridge.” Lonsky grabbed the handrails for the ladder that led down to the main deck and swung onto it. He headed along the side of the ship, the massive radar dishes looming above him, blocking out the stars. He saw one of his crewmen approaching leading another figure. Lonsky stopped and waited.
He was surprised to see that the stranger was a woman. He was further disconcerted when she stepped into the light of one of the portholes. Her head was shaved and there were strange marks on it.
“Captain Lonsky, at your service,” he said in English, as that was the language the messages had been transmitted in.
The woman paused and looked at him as if he were in her way. “Captain,” she said. “My name is Souris, Professor Souris. I was sent here to make sure you are ready to receive our equipment. Who is your senior scientist?”
“Tanya Zenata is my-”
“Take me to her. Now.”
Dalton forced Hammond to check everything, making sure the isolation tubes were stable and that Sybyl was properly hooked up. She was slowly coming out of her funk, and these definitive actions were helping. While she, Jackson, and Barnes were doing the checks in the presidential building, Dalton was with Mentor in the operations center building.
“Whose decision is it to bring them in on it?” Dalton asked Mentor, getting back to what he had asked him at the landing zone. “If you’re all that’s left of Nexus, isn’t it your decision?”
“I’m all that’s left of Nexus in the United States,” Mentor said. “There are other cells overseas.”
“But right now, this is an American problem,” Dalton noted.
“It’s a worldwide problem,” Mentor disagreed.
“Originating here in the States.”
The conversation was interrupted by the entrance of Hammond, who had just finished running a diagnostic on Sybyl. She was holding up the CD-ROM she had taken from the computer at Bright Gate. Barnes and Jackson entered behind her.
“Before we were forced to leave Bright Gate, I found something in Sybyl,” Hammond announced. “About the first Psychic Warrior team.”
That drew the attention of Mentor, as well as Dalton, Jackson, and Barnes. She put the CD into one of the computers in the ops center.
“What about it?” Dalton asked.
“There were ten people on it,” Hammond said, looking at the monitor. “They spent time remote viewing first, then gradually ran tests with their avatars. All this happened close to Bright Gate. Then they conducted a mission. Professor Souris was the one running the operation back at Bright Gate.”
Dalton glanced across at Jackson, then back to Hammond. “What kind of mission?”
“That it doesn’t say. I only have what Sybyl tracked. The team went over to the virtual plane and then made several jumps. And then nothing. Everyone flat-lined.”
“Where did they jump to?” Jackson asked.
“It doesn’t say exactly yet. They were all together. Somewhere…” Hammond scrolled down. “Somewhere in Asia. China maybe. Or India. Wait a second. Okay. I’ve got their planned jump points. The last one they checked in at was Mount Everest. Right on top.”
“ Mount Everest?” Dalton considered that. “And then?”
“Then they made one more jump close by and they all disappeared.”
“What happened to the bodies?” Jackson asked.
“ Souris had them removed from the isolation tubes. As soon as she took them off of Sybyl’s support, they all died. All signs of the team members were removed. She attempted to remove all material from Sybyl about the team. Did a pretty good job of it actually. It’s taken me all this time just to learn this. And then she left the project and they brought Jenkins in, telling him the new team he was given was the first team.”
“So what was that team looking for?” Barnes asked. “Any ideas?”