Polar Shift

radio. Then he came back and said, 'Come with me.'

He led them past a steep flight of wooden stairs to the foot of the bluff. He produced a small remote control from a pocket, clicked it once and a section of wall swung open to reveal an elevator. He told them to get in and followed them into the elevator. Keeping one hand on his holster, he watched them during the trip of several seconds. The elevator door opened in a circular room. One look around told the Trouts that they were inside the lighthouse.

The guard opened a door and they stepped into the open. They were at the top of the cliff. There was a magnificent view of the sun-sparkled waters of Penobscot Bay. Three folding chairs had been set up, facing each other. A man was sitting in one chair, his back to the newcomers, peering into a spotting scope. He turned and smiled at the Trouts.

He had a slender saturnine face and strangely shaped green eyes that regarded the Trouts with amusement. He motioned to the empty chairs. 'Hello, Gamay. Hello, Paul. I've been waiting for you.' He chuckled at their expressions.

'I don't believe we've met before,' Trout said, settling into one chair while Gamay sat in the other.

'We haven't. We've been listening to you as well as watching all morning. Our electronic ears are far more sensitive than the listening devices you can buy from online spy store catalogs, but the principle is the same. We heard every word you said. I understand you brought me a gift.'

The guard handed Margrave the envelope. He undid the clasp and slipped out a computer disk. His smile disappeared when he read the label: 'The Dangers of Polar Shift.'

'What's this all about?' Margrave said. His tone had lost its phony warmth.

Trout said. 'The disk will tell you everything you want to know, and some things that you don't.'

Margrave waved the guard away.

'You really should play the disk,' Gamay said. 'It will explain the entire situation.'

'Why should I be interested in polar shift?' Margrave said.

'Simple,' she said with a sweet smile. 'You intend to cause the reversal of the earth's magnetic poles using extra-low electromagnetic transmissions, a process based upon the work of Lazlo Kovacs.'

Margrave cradled his sharp chin in his hand, pondering Gamay's words. 'Even if I had the power to make the poles shift, there is no law against it that I know of.'

'But there are plenty of laws against being the agent of mass death and destruction,' Trout said, 'although you wouldn't have to worry about prosecution because you'd be dead like the rest of us.'

'I stopped playing riddles when I was a kid. What are you saying?'

'That creating a magnetic shift will trigger an irreversible movement of the earth's crust with catastrophic results.'

'If that's the case, what would I or anyone have to gain from starting this process?'

'It's possible you're not in your right mind. More likely, you're just plain dumb.'

Margrave's pale cheeks flushed with anger. 'I've been called a lot of things, but never dumb.'

'We know why you're doing this. You're trying to stop economic globalization, but you've chosen a dangerous way to do it, and you'd be wise to stop.'

Margrave rose unexpectedly from his chair. He brought his arm back, then snapped it forward. The computer disk flew from his hand in a soaring arc that ended in the water hundreds of feet below the cliff. He waved the guard over and turned to the Trouts.

'You'll be escorted back to your boat. Move away from this island or I'll sink your boat and you can swim back to the mainland.' He smiled. 'I won't charge you for the gas.'

Moments later the Trouts were descending in the elevator. The guard marched them out to their boat, shoved them off and stood on the pier with his hand on his holster.

From the top of the cliff, Margrave watched the Trouts motor away from the island, then he undid the cell phone clipped to his belt and activated the voice dialing with a single word: 'Gant.'

Jordan Gant answered immediately.

'I just got a visit from some NUMA people,' Margrave said. 'They know a lot about the project.'

'What a coincidence,' Gant said. 'I was paid a visit by Kurt Austin, also of NUMA. He seemed well versed in our plans as well.'

The people who came here said that what we're doing could trigger worldwide destruction.'

Gant laughed. 'You've been on that island for too long. When you spend some time in a snake pit like Washington, you learn that the truth is exactly what you want it to be. They're bluffing.'

'What should we do?'

'Speed up the deadline. At the same time, we'll slow them down with a diversion. The removal of Kurt Austin from the picture will derail NUMA and give us the time we need to make sure the project is completed.'

'Has anyone heard about Karla Janos? I don't like the idea that she might show up out of nowhere.'

'I've taken care of that. My friends in Moscow assured me that if I spread a little more money around Janos would never leave that island in Siberia alive.'

'Do you trust the Russians?'•

'I don't trust anyone. The Russians will be paid in full when they show me the evidence of her death. In the meantime, she is thousands of miles away from here, unable to interfere.'

'How do you plan to respond to Austin?'

'I was hoping I could borrow the Lucifer Legion for that job.'

'Lucifer? You know how undisciplined they are.'

'I'm thinking of deniability. If something goes wrong, they are simply a group of crazed killers acting on their own.'

'They'll need some supervision.'

'Fine with me.'

'I'll take my boat to Portland and catch a helicopter to Boston for the trip to Rio.'

'Good. I'll join you there as soon as I take care of some minor matters.'

After discussing last-minute details, Margrave hung up and barked an order to his guard. He went into the lighthouse and made a phone call. Then he piled a few belongings into a bag with his laptop computer. Minutes later, he was striding along the pier to the cigarette boat. The boat's powerful engine was warming up. He got aboard with two security men. They cast off, and he gunned the engine, launching the boat over the surface of Penobscot Bay with its bow high in the air.

The boat passed a speck of an island covered with a thick growth of fir trees. Paul and Gamay sat on a large rock in the shade of the trees and watched the fast-moving craft throw up a rooster tail of white water as it went speeding by the island.

'Looks like Mr. Margrave is a man in a hurry,' Gamay said.

Trout smiled. 'Hope it was something we said.'

They hiked across the island to where their boat was tied up to a tree, got in and started the engine. Then they swung the boat around to the other side of the island, gave the motor throttle and followed in Margrave's vanishing wake.

35

The thirty-story tubular structure that houses the National Underwater and Marine Agency sat on an East Washington hill overlooking the Potomac River. Sheeted in green reflective glass, the building was home to thousands of NUMA's oceanographers, marine engineers and the labs and computers they worked with.

Austin's office was a spartan affair on the fourth floor. It had the usual accoutrements, including a desk, a computer and a filing cabinet. The walls were decorated with photos of NUMA research vessels, charts of the world's oceans and a bulletin board festooned with copies of scientific articles and news clips. On the desk was a favorite photograph of Austin's mother and father sailing on Puget Sound. It was taken in happier days, before his mother died of a lingering disease.

The office's plainness was partly deliberate. Because the nature of the Special Assignments Team's work was