“Thank you. Everyone, identify yourselves when you speak, please. We’ll get started with the chair of the meeting.”

“This is Lincoln Hunter, assistant to the National Intelligence director, the president’s advisor. Time is an issue here, let’s keep things simple and keep it moving. We’ll go to the FBI. We have a suspect-a former agency scientist, Sutsoff, developing an attack. Updates, please.”

“Robert Lancer, FBI. She’s a Bahamian national. We believe she’ll attempt to enter the U.S. We’ve alerted Customs and Border Protection.”

“And if she’s already here?”

“We’re going out with a public fugitive alert as soon as possible.”

“And the target city for the strike, Lancer?”

“We have information suggesting it’s New York. We suspect it could be the Human World Conference.”

“In Central Park?”

“Yes. We strongly urge consideration be given to canceling the event. We’re working with the NYPD, the Port Authority and New York State Police.”

“Are we even close to this suspect’s trail, Lancer?”

“We’re working 24/7, assessing information obtained from Sutsoff’s island lab, her residence, her staff and from the child-care center on Paradise Island. We believe a number of foreign families with children will be traveling to New York and could be involved in the operation. We’re working with police agencies around the world.”

“Anything else?”

“We’re analyzing new information on other potential players. A person of interest is Drake Stinson, a former employee with the agency, now based in Brazil with a law firm that has ties to the operation through illegal adoptions. Stinson may have knowledge of the bombing of the Cafe Amaldo in Rio de Janeiro. His last known whereabouts was Europe.”

“And the weapon? I understand Sutsoff’s stolen something from Project Crucible and will turn it on us, is that correct?”

“Yes.” Winfield cleared his throat. “Foster Winfield here. I was the chief scientist on Crucible.”

“I’ve been briefed,” Hunter said, “but need you to tell me in simple terms, Dr. Winfield, what we’ve got, so I can brief the director. I understand Sutsoff’s unleashed a new virus?”

“No, not exactly. It’s complicated.”

“Simplify it, please, Doctor.”

“She’s created a new super-lethal agent to attack DNA. She can manipulate it to work at a hyper rate to target any specific group, or combination of groups.”

“How?”

“We’ve just completed deeper analysis that shows evidence of molecular electronics and manipulation on a supramolecular nanoscale.”

“Which means?”

“She can control her new lethal agent using radio-frequency command via wireless technology, from a cell phone or computer.”

“But to do what, exactly? I still don’t understand. If I were carrying this super Pariah V1 agent, infected as it were, wouldn’t I be dead?”

“No, that’s part of the sophisticated, unbelievable aspect of her engineering. The agent acts less like a virus and more like a dormant remote-controlled bomb.”

“How?”

“I could carry it and remain in perfect health, then transmit it to you or a thousand people through contact. Those people could continue transmitting it to others and so on, that’s the virus-like aspect she’s developed. But the agent would remain dormant as it were. Nothing would happen to anyone until Sutsoff activates the agent using remote manipulation. And she could target people with specific DNA characteristics. It would be like creating armies of microscopic lethal time bombs, transmitting them to a large group and then commanding them to detonate in everyone in that group according to the targeted DNA characteristic. Or put another way, targeting everyone in the group who has a 212 area code, or everyone who has a 212 area code with a 555 prefix and so forth.”

“Or anyone at all?”

“Yes, she can establish whatever range she likes.”

“I’ve seen the photos from the cruise-ship victim and the two victims in Nassau. They’re gruesome. The potential here is apocalyptic.”

“Yes.”

“Mr. Hunter,” Lancer said. “While we do not have irrefutable evidence of a planned attack in New York, we strongly urge cancellation of the Human World event.”

“Agent Lancer, this administration does not govern by fear. You know as well as I that it will never allow potential threats to dictate its agenda. As you say, you do not yet have irrefutable evidence of a planned attack. You have not yet confirmed your suspect is in the country, or the city. There are many complications, many considerations,” Hunter said. “I need to know, what if Sutsoff succeeds in passing along this lethal agent but never activates it?”

“Nothing happens. The agent passes harmlessly through your system, like a placebo, in about twenty-four hours.”

“So how do we stop it?”

“We don’t know yet.”

“We better find a way and fast. We expect over one million people to gather in less than twenty-four hours for the main event of the conference in Central Park. This morning, the Oval Office said the president and first lady will attend and greet as many people as possible.”

66

New York City

It was down to hours.

Robert Lancer checked his watch against the wall clocks.

Long before the sun rose over Manhattan, law enforcement for New York City notched up security for one of the largest peace-time gatherings in the city’s history.

No word on the possibility of pulling the plug on the event.

Not far from the Brooklyn Bridge, on the eighth floor of One Police Plaza, Lancer had taken his place at Operational Command. The NYPD was the lead agency for the conference.

Now, it was coordinating with the FBI’s Command Center at Federal Plaza and the city’s Office of Emergency Management, which was on full alert for a biological attack. Other local, state and federal agencies were also bracing for a possible strike, and the U.S. Secret Service big-footed its role to protect the president. Security had been heightened over concerns arising from Gretchen Sutsoff’s emerging threat.

It was 3:50 a.m.

The next security status meeting would start in ten minutes. Lancer was checking e-mails when his cell phone rang.

“Bob, it’s Norris at Federal Plaza Command.”

“Go ahead.”

“Our embassy in Kuwait City says Drake Stinson’s just been detained for questioning by Kuwaiti security.”

“Did he give them anything on Sutsoff?”

“No, they’ve had him for twenty minutes and will transmit the interview live. We’re setting up to share it with Operational Command.”

“Is that it?”

“Yesterday Dutch police arrested a couple at Schipol in Amsterdam bound for New York, traveling with a

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