India-1. Dr Richard Myers and his assistant, Karl Stanford, a postgraduate student, had been unsuccessful in their attempts to calm the small community of Gabon chimpanzees and the floor around the cages was strewn with the biscuits and fruit the chimps had thrown at their captors. Kate connected her suit to an air hose close to Maverick’s cage, and as she plugged the red hose into her regulator, Maverick’s eyes met hers and something passed between them. The gentle giant calmed and he slowly sashayed over to the front of the cage and grabbed the bars, keeping his gaze on Kate.
Kate fought to keep her emotions in check as she reached for a needle of anaesthetic. She waited while Richard and Karl pulled a stainless steel squeeze screen forward on its rollers, gently bringing the screen up behind Maverick and pinning him against the front bars of the cage. Kate could still feel Maverick’s eyes on her as she very carefully moved to his left side. A hot-zone laboratory was not the place to suffer a needle stick, she reminded herself. As gently as she could, she slipped the needle into Maverick’s thigh and depressed the syringe.
No one spoke, and the rest of the monkeys became quiet. One by one, Dr Richards and his assistant rolled the squeeze panels forward and Kate anaesthetised all ten of the chimpanzees that made up the community. By the time she’d finished, Maverick was lying on his side, twitching uncomfortably under the anaesthetic and Kate shook her head as she shuffled back to the transfer trolley. She carefully counted all of the anaesthetic needles and placed them in the specially marked biohazard sharps bin, which would be subjected to extremely high temperatures before it was removed from the lab. Working slowly and deliberately, Kate began to prepare a vial of the India-1 smallpox for aerosolisation.
Richard and Karl carried Maverick over to the aerosol chamber where Kate was waiting. Once they had Maverick on the stainless steel table, Kate closed the Perspex cover over him and switched on the aerosol spray. Maverick was lying with his head towards the nozzle, his eyelids twitching as millions of particles of India-1 drifted into his nostrils. After three minutes, Kate switched off the empty aerosoliser and stepped back to allow Imran access to Maverick. The scientists’ movements had all been rehearsed. Even though Maverick had been subjected to far greater doses of smallpox than any human would ever be exposed to, it had never taken an animal as a host. For this experiment to have any chance of success, Kate and Imran had agreed they would also administer the deadly pathogen intravenously. The intravenous needle contained millions of the Variola virions, and in the same way that the military only ever allowed one person to work on a ticking bomb, only one scientist would administer to the chimpanzee.
Kate watched as Imran searched for another good vein on the chimp’s thigh. Maverick moved and gave out a high-pitched groan. Imran froze and waited for the big primate to settle. He slowly pushed the intravenous needle into the vein and then connected a vial of the smallpox virus to the tube and injected Maverick with India-1. When the vial was empty, Imran disconnected it and turned slowly towards the other three scientists. In a pre-arranged signal, they all nodded, indicating they understood what he was about to do. Imran very carefully turned back and slowly withdrew the needle from Maverick’s thigh. The end was dripping with blood that contained India-1. Even though all of them had been inoculated against smallpox several times, the vaccine would be no use against this strain. A needle stick would mean certain death.
CHAPTER 48
I t was getting on towards 9 p.m. and the temperature had plunged to below zero when Curtis heard the urgent knock on his door. Cocking the Browning 9mm Hi-Power pistol he’d retrieved along with the M4 earlier in the day, Curtis carefully eased the curtain away from the window. From photographs he’d studied, Curtis would have recognised the slim Georgian scientist anywhere. The man with the pencil-thin black moustache, oval face and black hair streaked with grey was clearly nervous.
‘Inside,’ Curtis commanded softly as he opened the door and checked up and down the ground floor porch. Further up the road the car belonging to the two FSB gorillas was still in position.
‘Brendan O’Shaughnessy,’ Curtis said, introducing himself. Provided they got out of Siberia in one piece, Dolinsky would come to know his real identity soon enough. For now, it was best that the introduction matched Curtis’ passport, just in case.
‘Eduard Dolinsky.’ Dolinsky’s voice was surprisingly soft and his handshake tentative although his English, Curtis knew, was excellent.
‘The vehicle’s in the car park around the back. Follow me,’ Curtis said, grabbing his own backpack and the brown bag he’d retrieved in Novosibirsk.
Three cars followed them out of Koltsovo, but after several kilometres all three had turned off, and Curtis began to breathe a little easier. Any attempts to engage Dolinsky in conversation had been met with monosyllabic answers, which suited Curtis just fine. He was still very wary of the scientist’s motives; it would take more than an operation like this before there was any trust.
The four-wheel drive’s powerful lights probed a long way down the road, lighting the dusting of snow on either side. Thank God Washington hadn’t asked him to attempt this in the middle of winter, Curtis thought as he pulled his parka tighter around himself. Occasionally the Toyota’s lights would pick up a fox and once he thought he saw a Siberian weasel. Around midnight, Curtis slowed for the Siberian town of Novo altajsk, just to the east of the regional capital Barnaul on the Ob. Barnaul marked the point where the mighty Ob River, which together with the Irtysh River had its source high in the Altais to the south, began its epic journey north across the Siberian steppes and on towards the Arctic Ocean.
By the time the sun rose, Curtis had passed through Bijsk and Gorno altajsk. The traffic had been light and they’d passed the occasional truck and dilapidated utility. Heavy mists covered the alpine fields, drifting among the spruce and pine trees that clung to the ridges above as the road wound up into the towering snow-covered Altais; a vast mountain chain stretching across Russia in the north, Kazakhstan in the west, and China and Mongolia to the east and south. Curtis changed down a gear as they passed through a Buddhist Altaian village and the twisting road continued its steep climb into the Mount Belukha region. The 4506-metre high glacial massif was Siberia’s highest point and Curtis knew that the helicopters would struggle in the thin, alpine air. The spruce and pine trees had given way to aspen and birch, which later changed to the larch and dwarf conifers that could survive in the freezing altitudes. Three hours later Curtis slowed and pulled to the side of the road, which was now barely more than a track.
‘What are you doing?’ Dolinsky asked in his thick Georgian accent.
‘Piss stop and refuel,’ Curtis replied, going around to the back of the four-wheel drive and reaching for one of several jerry cans Vladimir had thoughtfully provided. He froze as he caught a movement on the track up ahead. Signalling Dolinsky to stay down and keeping the vehicle between him and whoever was up ahead, Curtis reached in and grabbed the M4 from the bag in the back seat. Using the light covering of snow to mask his footfall and the thick larch and conifers as cover, Curtis moved silently up the ridgeline.
CHAPTER 49
K ate Braithwaite rolled over in the small double bed of her Atlanta apartment, but the phone on the bedside table kept ringing incessantly. She was weary from a sixteen-hour day in the lab, and the night before she’d complained to Imran of a headache and had gone to bed as soon as they’d got back from Halliwell. Kate groped for the handset.
‘Kate Braithwaite,’ she answered sleepily, mildly annoyed at being rung before she was awake.
‘Kate, it’s Imran. One of the chimps is down.’ Professor Sayed was calm but Kate caught the concern in his voice.
Kate sat bolt upright. ‘Which one?’
