Ryan suggested that they move off to the side of the memorial. When he was sure they could talk out of the earshot of any wander- ing tourists, he wasted no time. 'Ben has uncovered some important information on Oceanus,' he said.
With a nod from Ryan, the young Indian began to tell his story.
'I come from a tiny village in northern Canada. It's pretty remote, on a big lake, and usually it's pretty quiet up there. A few months ago, my mother wrote me a letter saying someone had bought a huge tract of land across the lake from the village. Big corporation, she thought. I hope to work against overdevelopment of the Canadian wilds when I get out of college, so I got really interested when she said they were building night and day on the lake. Helicopters and float- planes were coming in at all hours. I asked my mother to keep me up to date, and the last time I heard from her was more than two weeks ago. She was really worried.' 'About what?' Austin said.
'She didn't say, only that it had something to do with the stuff going on across the lake. So I got worried and went home to take a look-and my family was gone.'
'You're saying they disappeared?' Austin said. Nighthawk nodded. 'Everyone in the village had vanished.' 'Canada's a big place, Ben. Where was your village located?' Nighthawk glanced at Ryan. 'In good time, Kurt,' Ryan said.
'Tell Mr. Austin what happened next, Ben.'
'I went looking for my family,' Nighthawk continued. 'I found them being kept prisoner on the other side of the lake. Guys with guns were forcing the men from my village to work, clearing land around a big building.'
'Do you know who they were?'
'I never saw them before. They were dressed in black uniforms.' He looked at Ryan for encouragement, then went on. 'It's crazy, but when we got there-'
'We?' Ryan said, 'Josh Green, my next in command, went along with
Ben. Don't be afraid to tell Mr. Austin everything you saw, no mat- ter how wild it seems.'
Nighthawk shrugged. 'Okay, then. When we first got there, we didn't see anything but forest, except for where they were clearing. Then this huge building suddenly appeared out of nowhere.' He paused, waiting for Austin to reply with disbelieving laughter.
Austin kept his blue-green eyes leveled. 'Go on,' he said, his face impassive.
'That's it. Instead of trees, we were looking at a giant dome. Josh and I thought it looked like an Eskimo igloo, only hundreds of times bigger. While we were watching, the top of the thing opened like this.' He cupped his hands to form an open clamshell. 'Turned out it was a hangar for a blimp.'
Austin said, 'Something like the Goodyear blimp?' Nighthawk screwed up his mouth in thought. 'Naw. Bigger and longer. More like a rocket ship. It even had a name on the fin. Niet- zsche. )
'Like the German philosopher?'
'I guess so,' Ben said. 'We saw the thing land in the hangar, and the roof closed again, and then a bunch of guys came out the front door. My cousin was in a work gang, and he tried to run for it, and one of those bastards killed him.' Nighthawk's voice became choked with emotion.
Ryan put his hand on Nighthawk's shoulder. 'That's enough for now, Ben.'
Austin said, 'I'd like to help. But I'm going to need more details.'
Ryan said, 'We'll be glad to fill you in, but the information comes with a price.'
Austin raised an eyebrow. 'I'm a little short of change today, Marcus.'
'We're not interested in money. We want SOS and NUMA to work together to bring Oceanus down. We share the information. You include us in any mission.'
Austin showed his teeth in a wide grin. 'You'd be better off call- ing in the marines, Ryan. NUMA is a scientific organization dedi- cated to gathering knowledge. It's not a military organization.'
'C'mon, Kurt, you're being disingenuous,' Ryan said, with a knowing smile. 'We researched your job at NUMA. This Special As- signments Team you run has come up against some pretty hard cases. You didn't stop the bad guys by whacking them over the head with a scientific treatise.'
'You flatter me, Marcus. I don't have the power to authorize a joint mission. I'd have to run it by higher- ups.'
Ryan took the answer as a qualified yes. 'I new you'd come around,' he said triumphantly. 'Thank you so much.'
'Save your thanks. I have no intention of going to the head hon- chos.'
'Why not?' 'NUMA would be putting its reputation on the line if it worked with a fringe organization like SOS. On the other hand, you'd gain public support for the Sentinels by putting them under NUMA's um- brella of legitimacy. Sorry. It's a one-sided deal.'
Ryan brushed back his hair. 'We haven't told you everything, Kurt. I have a personal stake in this, as well. It wasn't just Ben's cousin-Josh Green was killed.'
'It was my fault,' Ben said. 'I ran into the open, and he tried to stop me. They shot him.'
'You did what anyone would have done in your place,' Ryan said.
Josh was a brave man.' 'You're talking about two murders now,' Austin said. 'Have you reported them to the police?'
'No. We want to deal with this ourselves. And there's something olse that may persuade you to change your mind. We tracked down Ae new owner of the land around Ben's lake. It was a real estate straw corporation… set up by Oceanus.'
'You're sure of that?' 'Positive. Are you with us now?'
Austin shook his head. 'Before you buckle on your six-shooters and ride off, let me remind you what you're up against. Oceanus has money, and worldwide connections, and as you've seen, they don't hesitate to commit cold- blooded murder. They'd swat you and any- one you brought in from SOS like a fly. I'm sorry about Ben's cousin and your friend getting killed, but it only proves what I've been say- ing. You'll be putting your people in similar danger.' He glanced pointedly at Therri.
'They're willing to take any risk for the environment,' Ryan said. 'Apparently, NUMA doesn't give a damn about it.'
'Hold on, Marcus,' Therri said. She had seen Austin's jaw harden. 'Kurt has a point. Maybe we could offer a compromise. SOS could work behind the scenes with NUMA.'
'Spoken like a true lawyer,' Austin said.
Therri hadn't expected Austin's quick rebuff. 'What's that sup- posed to mean?' she said, a hint of coldness creeping into her voice.
'I think this is less about the whales and the walruses and dead friends, and more about your friend's ego.' He turned back to Ryan. 'You're still ticked off about the loss of the Sea Sentinel. She was your pride and joy. You were going to play the martyr in front of the cable news cameras, but the Danes beat you to the punch when they dropped the charges and quietly kicked you out of their country.'
'That's not true,' Therri said. 'Marcus is-'
Ryan silenced her with a wave of his hand. 'Don't waste your breath. It's apparent that Kurt is a fair-weather friend.'
'Better than no friend at all,' Austin said. He pointed toward the statue of Roosevelt. 'Maybe you should go back and read that guy s resume again. He didn't ask others to stick their necks out. Sorry to hear about your cousin, Ben, and about Josh Green. Nice to see you again, Therri.'
Austin had had his fill ofRyan's self-aggrandizement. He'd been hopeful when he heard Nighthawk's story, but angry at Ryan for slamming the door on a possible lead. He was striding down the path when he heard footsteps from behind. Therri had followed him from the memorial. She caught up with him and grabbed him lightly by the arm. 'Kurt, please reconsider. Marcus really needs your help.'
'I can see that. But I can't agree to his conditions.'
'We can work something out,' she pleaded.
'If you and Ben want help from NUMA, you'll have to cut loose from Ryan.'
'I can't do that,' she said, bringing the power other lovely eyes to bear.
'I think you can,' Austin said, boring back with his own, equally intense gaze.
'Damnit, Austin,' she said with exasperation, 'you're one stub- born bastard.'
Austin chuckled. 'Does that mean you won't go out to dinner with me?'
Therri's face darkened with anger, and she spun on her heel and strode off along the path. Austin watched her
