you no good. The cache is set to explode in approximately four and a half hours.'
'Then, Monsieur Crowe, if you wish your niece to live, you'd best make this exchange as quickly as possible.'
'Listen to me, Rafael. I'll tell you the location
Rafe fought to understand such a drastic turn of events.
Painter did not let up, speaking rapidly. 'Give me an e-mail address. I'll send you all the relevant data. But in a few short hours, that cache is going to go critical, triggering a blast over a hundredfold stronger than the one in Iceland. But you know that's not the true danger. That explosion will release a mass of nanobots. They'll start disassembling any matter they encounter and keep spreading and growing larger. The nano-nest will eat its way down until it reaches the magma chamber under Yellowstone, where it will ignite the supervolcano buried beneath that park. The resulting cataclysm will be the equivalent of a mile-wide asteroid slamming into the earth. It means the end of most life, certainly all
Rafe found himself breathing harder.
'I doubt that such destruction will serve even your aims,' Painter continued. 'Or those of anyone you work with, for that matter. We either team up, share our knowledge, in order to stop this from happening, or it's the end of everything.'
'I... I will need time to think about this.' Rafe hated to hear the stammer in his own voice.
'Don't take long,' Painter warned. 'Again I will send you all of our data-whatever you want. But Yellowstone is spread over two million acres, and this creates a huge challenge to us. We must still discover and pinpoint the lost city's exact location, and we must do it while the clock keeps ticking downward.'
Rafe checked his wristwatch. If the director was telling the truth, they had until 6:15 A.M. to find the lost city and neutralize the material that was hidden there.
'Send me what you have,' Rafe said, and gave him an e-mail address.
'You have my number.' Painter signed off.
Rafael lowered the phone, hanging his head in thought.
Rafe lifted his head enough to glance toward Kai Quocheets.
The director had never asked once about his niece. That, more than anything, spoke to his honesty. What did it matter if he negotiated for one life when the lives of all of mankind were at risk?
The phone rang again, making Rafe jump. He stared down at the mobile device in his hand, wired to the encrypting software. But that wasn't the source of the ringing. He turned to the dining room buffet, where his personal laptop and cell phone rested. He watched his phone vibrate and heard it ring again.
Leaning more heavily on his cane than he usually did, he stepped over and retrieved the device. His personal phone was meant only for direct communication with his family, along with a few of his associates at the research facilities back in the French Alps. But the caller ID simply listed the caller's name as blocked. That made no sense. His phone didn't accept blocked calls.
He was ready to dismiss the matter and not respond, but the phone was already in his hand and he needed something to distract himself with while he awaited the data from Painter Crowe.
Irritated, Rafe lifted the device to his ear. 'Who is this?'
The voice was American, soft-spoken, nondescript, perhaps a hint of a Southern accent, but too faint for Rafe to tell anything more than that. The man told him his name.
Rafe's cane slipped from his hand and clattered to the marble floor. He reached back to the buffet to catch himself. He noted Ashanda rising, ready to come to his aid. He sternly shook his head at her.
The caller spoke calmly, distinctly, with no threat in his voice, only certainty. 'We've heard the news. You'll cooperate with Sigma to the fullest extent. What is to come must be stopped for all our sakes. We have full confidence in your abilities.'
'Once you've accomplished your goal, anyone outside your party who has knowledge of what is discovered must be destroyed. But be warned. Director Crowe has been underestimated in the past.'
Rafe's gaze flicked to Kai. 'I may have a way of neutralizing any threat he poses, but I will still be careful.'
'With such brittle bones, I'm sure that is a trait you've honed well.'
While this might be taken as a vague insult, the gentle amusement-even in such trying times-made it clear that the speaker's intent was nothing but good-natured.
The phone clicked off.
Rafe turned promptly to TJ, who was packing the last of the computer gear. 'Raise Painter Crowe for me.' To Bern, he said, 'Have the men ready to leave in fifteen minutes.'
'Where are we headed?' Bern asked. He wasn't prying; it was just a need-to-know inquiry to better prepare his team.
'To Yellowstone.'
TJ interrupted. 'Connection's ringing, sir.'
Rafe took the phone, ready to make the deal.
He knew better than to disobey. The honor of the moment warmed through him, hardening his resolve, if not his bones. He was the first in his family to ever speak to a member of the True Bloodline.
Chapter 34
June 1, 4:34 A.M.
Outside Nashville, Tennessee
It would soon be getting lighter.
Gray wasn't sure if this was a positive development. They'd barely made it out of Nashville, having to take surface streets and back roads, sticking to the speed limits. Monk had done the driving while Gray coordinated matters with Painter Crowe.
With one goal accomplished, the director had assigned him another: to attempt to narrow down the location of the Fourteenth Colony settlement by following the historical trail. They'd dogged Archard Fortescue's path to Iceland and back. Now they had to see if they could track the Frenchman's subsequent footsteps.
That meant they weren't the only ones who were getting no sleep.
'Calling this early is becoming a habit, Mr. Pierce,' Eric Heisman said over the phone, but rather than irritated, he sounded excited.
Kat had arranged the call, passing it through the Sigma switchboard to scramble the connection.
'I've got you on speaker,' Gray said. He needed everyone's input. Now was not the time to miss a critical insight or overlook an important detail. Gray wanted everybody's fingerprints all over this case.
Seichan sat up from the backseat, listening in.
Monk was driving slowly down Shelbyville Highway south of the city. At this hour, it was deserted, which allowed him to focus all of his attention on the call. Kat also listened in on the other end, from Sigma command.
Heisman filled them in where he'd left off in his scholarly investigations. 'Sharyn and I pulled everything we could on the Lewis and Clark expedition and its relationship to Yellowstone. I also consulted with Professor Henry Kanosh just a few minutes ago. He saved me much time and effort by researching the Native American side of the equation.'
Gray urged the man along, sensing the press of time. Kat had already informed him that Painter, along with a French team of Guild operatives, was already en route to Yellowstone, where the two groups would jointly work on the puzzle from ground zero. Not a good situation from any perspective. Gray was determined to help from afar in
