Polar Shift

'You've made a final choice of a target site, then.'

Margrave pressed a key on the player. A map of the Southern Hemisphere appeared on the screen. The map showed a reddish patch shaped like a flattened sphere that covered a good portion of the ocean between the coast of Brazil and South Africa.

'The South Atlantic Anomaly.'

Margrave nodded. 'As you know, the anomaly is a region where the earth's geomagnetic field flows the wrong way. Some scientists describe it as a 'pothole,' or a dip, in the field. There are sections where the field is completely reversed and weakened. Magsat discovered a North Polar region and a spot below South Africa where the magnetism has been growing extremely weak. Exploiting the weakness in the south ocean magnetic field will cause a similar reaction in the north pole region.'

Gant chuckled. 'That's the beauty of this whole scheme. We're not precipitating the event as much as we're hastening its arrival.'

'True. The north and south magnetic poles have reversed themselves in the past without help, and the earth's electromagnetic field started collapsing on its own about a hundred and fifty years ago. Some experts say a shift is overdue. The earth's magnetism is already affected by the vortices in the molten layer under its crust. Stir up some additional turbulence and only a nudge will be needed to cause a shift. As you say, we're just helping the process along.'

'Fascinating,' Gant said. 'I take it that there has been no change in our original expectations of the impact of this little flip.'

'The computer models still hold. The main magnetic fields will weaken, and then almost vanish. For three days or so, there will virtually be no magnetic poles. Then they will return with opposite polarity. Compass needles that normally point north will point south. The electromagnetic battering will knock out power grids and satellites, confuse birds and mammals, send polar auroras flashing around the equator and widen ozone holes. That will be the period of optimum danger. The collapse of the field will temporarily eliminate the earth's defense against solar storms. In the longer term, there will be an increase in the number of people who develop skin cancer.'

'Unfortunate collateral damage,' Gant said without sympathy. 'There's an extensive shelter under this house. You've taken similar precautions, I understand.'

'The ship is shielded for radiation to protect us on the return trip. I've got a comfortable shelter under the lighthouse. I could live there in great comfort for a hundred years, although the period of danger should lessen after the initial bursts.'

'Will the other members of Lucifer be keeping you company on the island?'

'Only a select few. Anarchists are good at creating chaos, but they don't have a clue about what to do once they're done smashing windows. The others will have served their purpose by then and are on their own.'

'You're going to abandon Lucifer's Legion to a possibly painful death?' Gant said.

'You can invite them to your shelter,' Margrave said with a sardonic smile.

'I need room for my horses,' Gant said.

'Understandable. What are your plans for the period following the big flash?'

'There will be confusion on a massive scale. People will be unable to communicate or navigate. Power will be out temporarily. Once communications are reestablished at great expense, we will broadcast a message to the world's leaders demanding an international conference to dismantle the instruments of globalization. For starters, we will call for immediate steps to disband the World Bank and the WTO.'

'And if they don't do what we ask?'

'I don't think that will be a problem,' Gant said. 'We will point out the fragility of the global infrastructure and suggest that even if they rebuild it will be a simple matter to destroy it again. We can play topsy-turvy with the magnetic poles for as long as they like.'

Margrave grinned. 'How does it feel to be one of the gods on Mount Olympus?'

Gant took a sip of his drink. 'Intoxicating. But even the gods have housecleaning matters they have to deal with. There's the matter of the woman, Karla Janos.'

'The last I heard, we had a team on its way to Siberia to take care of her.'

Gant rose from his chair and went over to the French doors. He gazed at the rolling lawns, lost in thought, then turned to Margrave.

'There's something going on and I'm not sure what it is. The assassination team never got any farther than Fairbanks, Alaska. They were all murdered in their hotel rooms.'

Margrave set his drink aside. 'Murdered?'

'That's right. They were all shot in the head. The killings were done quite professionally. These were crack members of our security company. There was no effort to dispose of the bodies. The executions were bold, even reckless, which makes me think that whoever put the plan together did it in a hurry.'

'Who knew about the team?'

'You. Me. And the Russian Mafia, of course.'

'You think the Russians are responsible?'

'They're capable of anything. But it doesn't fit. They knew a team was on its way, but had no idea who they were or where they were staying. They were passing themselves off as a television production crew and were due to leave for Siberia within hours when they were killed.'

'Do the police have any leads?' Margrave asked.

'One. The charter pilot who was hired to transport the team said he talked to someone who may have been the last one to see them. In fact, he took their place on a charter flight to Siberia. He was an older man, probably in his seventies.'

'Your original contact on Karla Janos, the one who killed two security men, wasn't he an older man as well?'

'Yes,' Gant said. 'My guess is that they are one and the same.'

'Who is this guy? We go looking for Karla Janos and we turn up a killer old enough to collect Social Security.'

'When my men broke into his house, they found letters written to Janos on his computer and replies from the woman. He referred to himself as 'Uncle Karl.' '

Margrave frowned. 'The dossier we compiled on the Kovacs family never said anything about any uncle.'

'I wouldn't worry too much about him. When I let the Russians know that the team wasn't coming for Ms. Janos, they asked what they should do with her. I told them to kill her, and the old man, if they should come across him, as I expect they will.'

Margrave nodded. 'You've been busy.'

'I don't like loose ends, like Kurt Austin, the NUMA man. I think he should be taken out.'

'I thought we were going to watch and wait on Austin to see if he developed into a threat.'

'When Austin first came into the picture, I looked into his background. He's a marine engineer and salvage expert with NUMA who has been involved in some high-profile missions. He saw the apparatus on Barrett's boat. He's in a position to cause us a great deal of trouble.'

'It has the potential for trouble, but it's nothing we can't deal with.'

'Are you saying that Austin could torpedo our project?'

'Not if he's dead. As Joseph Stalin said, '… no man, no problem.' Doyle was making plans to take care of Austin. Unfortunately, Mr. Austin left his house suddenly for an unknown destination.'

'So what do we do?'

'We keep Austin's house under constant surveillance. When he comes back we solve our problem. In the meantime, I'd suggest that you do everything you can to expedite the technical end of the project.'

'Then I'd better get going,' Margrave said.

Gant walked his guest to his car. They shook hands and agreed to stay in touch. He was on his way back into his house when the groom came up to him.

'How is the new horse?' Gant said.

'He's lame, sir.'

'Shoot him,' Gant said. Then he went back into his house.