Riley noticed that the male doctor didn't seem too thrilled about having terminated the monkeys. He traced his finger along the line on the map, noting where it ended at the lake. "All right. It shouldn't take us long to move three klicks along an azimuth from here. Mind if we use this map?"
Freeman gave it over. "It's all yours."
Ward held up a hand. "There's something else. When one of your men spots the bodies, he must be sure to immediately back off and call us in to take care of the remains. The virus might still be active in the corpses and we don't want to take any chances. Your men are not to get any closer to the bodies than they need to for identification purposes."
Riley shrugged. He doubted that any of his men would want to get close after they heard what the monkeys had been infected with. "Sure. I'll brief them on that."
"How contagious is this virus?" Knutz asked.
Freeman answered. "As you know, in the weapon form, the VX is sprayed or deployed by airburst. Here they injected it directly into the monkeys' blood, so as long as you don't make contact with the blood, you'll be all right. Just do what Doctor Ward said."
The female doctor spoke for the first time. "Are you at least going to tell them about the backpacks?"
Ward turned toward her angrily. Riley noticed that the senior doctor restrained himself with great difficulty.
"What's she talking about?" Riley asked.
Ward turned from glaring at Merrit and spat out the words. "The monkeys took two pieces of equipment with them."
"What's in these backpacks?" Riley demanded.
Freeman cut in. "That's classified. Your men are also not to touch the backpacks if you see them. They should be with the bodies."
"Well, what do these backpacks look like?" Riley asked.
"About the size of a large ALICE rucksack," Freeman answered. "But instead of nylon, the whole thing is plastic and painted gray-green. The bottom line is that you find the bodies and back off immediately. Call us in and we'll do the recovery. Doctor Ward and I will be moving along with the center of your search line. Doctor Merrit will remain here."
Riley had had enough of the "I've got a secret" game. "All right, sir. Is there anything else we need to know?"
Freeman looked at Ward, who shook his head; then he turned back to Riley. "No. That's it. Tell the helicopter pilots to stay here until we're done. This shouldn't take too long. We need to get body bags from the lab downstairs and some other equipment, and we'll join you in the parking lot in a few minutes."
Riley headed outside, closely followed by Knutz. The team had dumped their rucks near the wall of the building. Trovinsky had broken open one of the cans of 5.56mm and the 9mm and was passing out the ammunition. Each team member was loading magazines.
Riley got their attention. "All right, guys. We won't be needing the ammo. Go ahead and put what you've got in your ammo pouches, but I don't want anything live in your weapons. I don't want to see any magazines in."
Riley spread out the map that Freeman had given him. "Here's the deal. They had — "
"I'll brief the team, chief."
Riley looked up in surprise at Knutz's interruption, but stepped back, handing over the map. It was the team sergeant's prerogative as operations NCO to brief the team, something he should have been doing long ago. Riley was glad that Knutz finally appeared to be taking his job seriously, but to be honest, he was also a little miffed. He was used to doing things his way.
Knutz used a pen to point at the map. "They had four monkeys escape from this lab last night. The monkeys had collars on that had a radio-detonated explosive device built in. The people working here fired the devices, so now there are four dead monkeys out there. Before they blew the devices, the direction finder on the collars gave an azimuth, which you see marked on the map. We're going to move along that azimuth in a search line and find the bodies.
"Once you spot anything that resembles a monkey's body, you're to back off and call in the doctor who will be traveling along with us. There's also something they call backpacks that the monkeys took with them — the size of a large ruck and gray-green in color. If you see these you're to back off and call in the doctor.
"We'll move with fifteen meters between each man. That gives us a hundred and fifty meters of frontage. Since the signal was good for only five k's, it shouldn't take us too long to find the bodies." Knutz looked over the team. "Any questions?"
He sure was direct and to the point, Riley thought, but uninspired. Knutz would never be a leader. Riley decided that he'd better elaborate a bit. People worked better when they knew the why behind the what. "I'd like to highlight the reason we're not supposed to go near the bodies. According to the doctors here, these monkeys had some sort of variation of the VX biological agent injected into them. They don't want you to mess around with the bodies, and I'm sure you don't either. They say the only thing that is contagious is the monkeys' blood, but make sure you be careful. Let's let the doctor earn his pay."
Riley could see the men giving sidelong glances at each other. Doc Seay raised a hand. "Hey, chief. What's in these backpacks?"
Riley shook his head. "They wouldn't say. Let's assume the worst and figure that it might be some sort of container for viruses or other types of biological agents. So let's not mess around with this stuff. You see something that nature didn't put in the woods, you yell out and we'll let these people deal with it. We're just the spotters on this operation. We'll let them pick up their own garbage." Riley looked around the gathered men. "Everyone got that?"
Eight bobbing heads indicated assent.
"We'll leave rucks here with the helicopters." Riley glanced over at the two silenced aircraft. He turned to the team's intelligence sergeant. "Bob, I want you to tell the pilots to cool their heels. The man in charge said they're to wait until we get done. Hopefully we'll be back at Fort Campbell today."
Sergeant First Class Bob Philips, a lanky New Englander with a massive hook nose that was often the butt of jokes, strode over to the two aircraft where the crews were still sitting inside.
Riley pointed at the open cans of ammunition. "T-bone, I want you to close those up and put them on one of the aircraft. We'll account for all the rounds after we get done."
Sergeant "T-bone" Troy, the junior weapons man, clamped shut the lids. Troy had picked up the nickname T-bone during a survival training exercise when he'd spent the last five days gnawing on the bones of a squirrel he'd caught on the first day. Since his real first name was Bob, same as Philips, the distinction had caught on. Riley's philosophy for the team was that nothing on ODA 682 was sacred, so he'd ignored Troy's protests about the nickname. The man was going to have to learn to live with it. Troy was a solidly built, six-foot, blue-eyed, blond-haired Viking. He spent most of his off-duty time working out and lifting weights. Unfortunately, in Riley's opinion, the man had the personality of a rock, to match his muscles. T-bone's lacking a sense of humor made the other members of the team pick on him that much more.
Riley's musings on T-bone Troy were interrupted by Ward and Freeman coming out the front door of the building. Ward was carrying a day pack with something stuffed into it. Freeman, wearing a suit and dress shoes, didn't look ready to go traipsing through the woods, but Riley figured that was the man's own problem. Ward had changed into slacks and a short-sleeved shirt under a windbreaker, along with a pair of sneakers. Slightly better to go beating the bush, but not by much in Riley's estimation.
The men of 682 were wearing the same uniforms they'd had on for their PT ruck march this morning prior to the close-quarters combat training: lightweight battle dress camouflage fatigues, jungle boots, load bearing equipment, and patrol caps. The only addition was the M16s. On their LBE each man sported two canteens, two ammunition pouches, a butt pack containing survival equipment, a first-aid pouch holding two dressings on the nonfiring shoulder, and at least one knife. A shoulder holster was strapped on beneath the LBE, holding each man's 9mm Beretta semiautomatic pistol.