When they were within sight of the bullion building, Colt would secure the semi next to an electrical transformer and they would begin to deploy the antigravity machine. Conrad estimated that they needed to be within at least 300 yards of the facility to ensure maximum gravitron efficiency. After Colt deployed the outriggers to stabilize the trailer, Ventura was to climb the pole and connect the electrical cables. Fort Knox had three-phase power available, which was ideal because it was the same amperage as the tests they ran in San Jose. In the meantime, Mills and Conrad would extend the microwave dish and power up the computers to bring everything on line.
Starkovich would command the second unit with Struffeneger, staying behind a few miles in a rented ten-wheel dump truck hauling a skip loader. They would await Kilmer’s signal that the machine was ready for the big crush, after which Stark would take out the MPs with his sniper rifle and enter the base. This team would drive directly to the Fort Knox vault to begin loading the gold. Once on scene, Colt would switch to driving the dump truck to work in tandem with Struffeneger, operating the skip loader. The timetable for this phase of the operation was critical. They planned to load gold no longer than five minutes, or once the truck was full. At the five-minute mark, everyone would retreat to the dump truck and head back to Wildcat Farm. Stark would remain positioned on top of the truck with the Stinger missile launcher to ward off the pursuing Apache helicopters. Aside from that, everything else would be abandoned- including the antigravity machine.
Leaving behind Conrad’s machine would mean this was the last opportunity for Mills to decipher the workings of the secret equations. He claimed he was close to understanding what Conrad was doing on the laptop; it really just contained a sequencing program that introduced variables at the correct time. And even if the laptop froze up, he was certain that one of his guys at Oracle could extract the hidden files. In any case, the insufferable Dr. Conrad would be eliminated along with the other hostages. Farley would carry out the order and dispose of the bodies in Struffeneger’s catfish ponds, where the fish would consume the corpses. For obvious reasons, the disposal of the hostages was not discussed with Struffeneger, but after his participation in the operation he wouldn’t be in any position to object.
Kilmer knew he was on the precipice of the biggest tactical command of his career. When he considered the intense preplanning that went into the breach of Fort Knox, he was fairly overwhelmed. From his first contact with Holloway, he never imagined how far this path would lead. Each step before was but a prelude to the final operation.
He was growing increasingly uncomfortable as the time drew near. There were too many exigencies for his liking. He questioned the effectiveness of the antigravity machine and imagined that even if it pulverized the granite and concrete surrounding the vault, there would be tons of debris blocking the path to the gold. Mills was assigned to work with Conrad to switch the machine over to use its antigravity potential to lift the debris out of the way, but it could just as easily take more time than if the tractor just blazed a trail through the debris. This was a problem that would have to be handled in the field.
Another problem was the vault itself. Conrad’s machine had flattened the Hummer in San Jose, but the steel frame remained. The same would hold true of the vault. Even flattened, it was a significant obstruction to clear prior to loading the bullion. Here again, Mills would attempt to use the machine to remove the twenty- ton vault door, but if the vault didn’t break open, there was no plan for what to do next except crush it again.
No matter the enormity of the problems, Kilmer was willing to risk everything for the payoff of $1 billion in gold. Along with guaranteed compensation from Holloway, the team would keep anything they could bring back over the $1 billion. The trick was not to get greedy. The strict time limit of five minutes was inviolable. Any longer than that and the Army base with its Apache helicopters would be on full deployment.
Irrespective of the number of loads, at the five-minute mark the team would cease everything and make a hasty retreat to Struffeneger’s farm. They would stay hidden at Wildcat until the full force of law enforcement heat died down, which promised to be upwards of a fortnight or more. After this initial period, the men would slowly begin leaving for different parts of the country.
The gold would be shipped by Wildcat in the normal course of operations as they delivered the catfish. Kilmer would stay behind to supervise the loading of gold in each shipment and Colt would handle the receiving end. One of Holloway’s warehouses in Galveston would be used to store the gold until it could be loaded on the Jurassic for final shipment to Russia.
As he reviewed the plan, he couldn’t help but think it was without doubt the riskiest operation he had ever commanded. The number of fatal flaws was too multiple to ignore. Their probable success was no greater than three in ten, but if they pulled it off it would indeed be the crime-of-all-crimes. Failure, however, meant certain death; time would tell if Holloway’s master plan would ultimately prevail.
Kilmer’s plan for the day was to get everyone situated and then to walk through the mission. The hostages would be moved into the main house to guard them more easily. It was also a high priority to have the Coscarelli woman safely ensconced on the premises, so Colt would be awaiting Sully’s arrival. Thereafter, he or Ventura would return to the airport to get Farley. But until he had all the hostages secured and all the men present, the day remained flexible. Early tomorrow promised to be the biggest excursion of his life.
Kilmer decided it was time to move the hostages from the bus to the main quarters.
“We’re movin’ inside…so get yerselves ready,” he said gruffly to Jarrod and Jer in turn.
“It’s time to cycle my laptop, Chief,” Jarrod said irreverently, as Kilmer cut through his handcuffs.
“Blimey…there’s a fuckin’ surprise. It’ll wait ‘til we get inside, and Mills’ll monitor every move…not that I don’t trust ya,” he said.
“Okay, it’s your call. I’d have thought my last demonstration might have convinced you of the consequences of ignoring the protocols.”
“Shut yer trap, Professor. Don’t burr me up.” Kilmer said, trying to maintain his composure. He was determined not to let the man get under his skin once again.
“Just pointing out the obvious, Chief. Let’s go to the house, then; it’s no skin off my nose.”
“Yer such a mug, Professor. Seems ya forgot my demonstration. Every time ya open yer bunghole will cost yer rellie more skin,” he said, banging Jer’s head into the door jamb as he walked him from the back bedroom.
Jer yelled as his head struck the door casing. “You’re an asshole, mister,” he said, rubbing his head. “I going to enjoy watching you get your Aussie butt kicked.
“Woo,” Kilmer mocked, nervously shaking his hands. “Ya scare me, boy. Now git yer arses into the house,” he said, kicking Jer out the door but holding his gun on Jarrod.
Jarrod walked into the fresh air and looked around furtively for anything that would give away their location. His eyes were drawn to the huge feed silo with the dominant Wildcat Catfish logo emblazoned on the tower.
Touchdown! Jarrod thought. I’ve got you now, dumb shit. Wildcat Catfish, Kentucky. That can’t be hard to find. I’ll send this off to Sarah and reinforcements will be on the way. These guys are going down!
Jarrod could hardly wait to show Mills how to run his laptop. One false keystroke and the whole machine would implode. Jarrod smiled at the thought. These guys have no idea what’s coming…