“Not really. I knew he was interested in the scientific fields your father and I studied. But specifically, no, I didn’t find anything. There may be only one place we can get our hands on that information.”
“You mean…”
Joe nodded. “Harrogate. It wasn’t until he took you to that location that I realized its strategic importance. Not just its proximity to NSA’s largest tracking installation in the world, part of ECHELON, with access to all the major world power’s intelligence data. But Kane’s mansion could become a central clearinghouse for whatever the Megiddo Project sought or a launching site to other locations, other host servers. Plugging into NSA’s communications network like some neighbor who runs an electrical cord to your house to tap electricity. Except Kane may have become a part of the household, so to speak. Some very well-connected people may have allowed him to tap into their network from his place at Harrogate. People with the same political agenda-globalization at all costs.
“It wasn’t until we tracked you to his place in England that I began to put it together. At least I could guess where he was storing his data and information-none of which was going out over the Internet. That’s when I realized he directed the operation in face-to-face encounters with people, very seldom risking exposure by using technology to communicate his ideas and orders. At least until this project Megiddo.”
“What changed?” Gerrit leaned back, watching as his uncle continued to search online.
Joe finally glanced up. “Say we’re facing a threat of a major WWIII kind of war across the globe. First, military leaders will break down the war into chunks of arenas, say Europe, Asia, North America, etcetera. Within each of these arenas, lines must be drawn and battles waged. But even before all this happens, a massive intelligence operation must be up and running to feed critical information to the command staff, to establish a network of assets and sources, and to acquire vital information about the enemy’s tactics, capabilities, and strategy.”
Gerrit nodded. “I understand. So, Project Megiddo-”
“Exactly, they are going to use Megiddo to build this massive intelligence base in order to launch an offensive.”
“How can they possibly hope to coordinate this on a worldwide front?”
“Through technology used under the operation name of Project Megiddo. At least that’s my suspicion. Somehow, Kane’s people-or other co-opted scientists-have created a kind of network of proxy servers on steroids, using some kind of quantum-computer breakthrough. I think that is what your dad suspected and began to collect information to prove it.”
“I thought we were years away from any usable breakthrough in quantum computers.”
Joe shook his head. “We’re closer than you think. For example, IBM financed a research group at the Watson Research Center in Yorktown Heights, New York, to actively pursue advances made at Yale University and the University of California, Santa Barbara. University researchers believe that standard microelectronics manufacturing technologies can offer quantum computing using superconducting materials like rhenium or niobium. They face many obstacles, but their findings have been very exciting.”
“So,” Gerrit said, following his uncle’s logic, “if Kane’s people have made a breakthrough with quantum computers, they can use this capability to develop an intelligence-gathering tool no one else can match.”
Joe looked at him with concern. “That’s my point. I believe they already have set up a host of proxy servers to handle and filter all the data they glean from NSA’s system. In some ways, they don’t even need NSA; it just makes their search parameters quicker and more efficient. By linking these servers, using quantum capabilities, they can virtually gain access to any system in the world, break it down, manipulate that system, and extract whatever they desire for their own use. And they can do this without leaving a trace in the host server.”
Gerrit whistled. “Like using stealth bombers without anyone ever realizing they were there.”
Joe nodded. “I believe they have reverse proxies-you know, a computer that appears to be an ordinary server to users-to enable encryption protocols like TLS and SSL to be neutralized and allow access to any secure website they choose. God only knows how they plan on using this information.”
“I have some good ideas how they might use it. They can gather dirt on anyone, turn them, and then use these assets to gain political and military power. We have to expose this.”
“We’ve got to break into Kane’s place in Harrogate to get a better picture of what he’s up to.”
“Are you suggesting we somehow sneak into that place to steal whatever he’s working on?” Gerrit looked around the plane. “With this crew? That’s crazy, Joe.”
Alena glared at him. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Gerrit.”
His uncle smiled and cocked his head. “You’ve been in combat many times, son. Are you saying a tiny ol’ house in England, protected by a handful of security guards, is going to stop you from saving the world?”
“Saving the world? You have no idea what he’s working on. For all we know, he could be working on a new pill that will make the world slim, trim, and attractive. Now, that is something people might kill over.”
Joe hit the power button and closed up the computer. “Kane would never have blown up your house and killed your friends and family if the stakes weren’t high enough. You might be right about one thing-we don’t know specifically what we’re looking at, which makes breaking in more challenging.”
“Not to mention, we’ll be outgunned. I saw some of the security in that place. It’s state of the art. Hidden shooters with elevated advantage, walls and doors all heavily enforced. I could go on.”
Joe raised an eyebrow. “Makes this operation even more challenging to plan. But first, we need to find out more about Project Megiddo.”
“And where we can find that out?”
“Where everything gets channeled through one way or the other. Washington, D.C.”
“And who is going to give up this information?”
Joe looked at Gerrit carefully. “The one person who has just realized how expendable he is.”
Gerrit suddenly knew where Joe was going in this conversation. “Senator John Summers.”
Joe nodded. “And you may be the only one who can make him talk.”
Another thought hit Gerrit. “Kane will find out I survived that bombing.”
“I believe Kane might already know you’re alive,” Joe said. “Remember when I said you have to trust someone?”
“Trust a politician? You’ve got to be joking.”
Stretching, Joe leaned back and raised his legs, flexing his feet. “Not a politician, Gerrit. A father. That man lost a daughter to Kane’s ambitions. He may still believe it was the work of those Russian gangsters, but sooner or later the truth will break free. You can help him see the truth. If you do that, you can unlock what we have been trying for years to uncover.”
Gerrit looked out the side window into the darkness beyond. He wondered about the senator and what the man valued most-power or family.
He’d just have to find out.
Chapter 34
Washington, D.C.
New surveillance vehicles and new faces waited for them as the jet taxied into a private hangar. Gerrit saw a blacked-out Chevy Suburban, midnight blue, and a dirt-spattered white Ford van.
Joe emerged from the cockpit, leaving Redneck at the controls. Joe slid onto the seat next to Gerrit. “Willy did his thing on the computer and tracked Senator Summers to a restaurant just outside D.C. That means he is in town.”
“How did Willy…? Wait a minute. You tagged a senator?”
Joe grinned. “Tagging a senator is not all that hard. We snatched one of his credit cards, did a slight modification, and slipped it back into his wallet.”
Gerrit raised an eyebrow at Joe.
“Getting into a politician’s pocket is easy. We did the dirty deed while he was staying at a really nice hotel after his meeting with you at Dulles.” Joe’s mouth tightened. “Willy also tracked Kane to D.C. He arrived about an hour ago.”