'MEDEA?' Manny asked. 'Why does that name sound familiar?'
Kelly answered from where she was studying topographic maps tacked on the wall. 'MEDEA's been active in rain forest conservation since its inception back in 1992.'
'What is MEDEA?' Nathan asked, placing the photos on the desk.
'Back in 1989, there were congressional hearings on whether or not the classified data gathered by the CIA through its satellite surveillance systems might be useful in studying and monitoring global environmental changes. As a result, MEDEA was formed in 1992. The CIA recruited more than sixty researchers in various environmental- related fields into a single organization to analyze classified data in regard to environmental concerns.'
'I see,' Nathan said.
Frank spoke up, 'Our mother was one of the original MEDEA founders, with a background in medicine and hazardous-waste risks. She was hired by my father when he was deputy director of the CIA. She'll be overseeing the autopsy of Agent Clark:'
Manny frowned. 'Your father is the deputy director of the CIA?'
'Was,' Frank said bitterly.
Kelly turned from the maps. 'He's now director of the CIA's Environ-mental Center. A division that was founded by Al Gore in 1997 at the behest of MEDEA. Frank works in this division, as well:'
'And you?' Nathan asked. 'Are you CIA, too?'
Kelly waved away his question.
'She's the youngest member of MEDEA,' Frank said with a bit of pride in his voice. 'Quite the distinguished honor. It was why we were chosen to head this operation. I represent the CIA. She represents MEDEA.'
'Nothing like keeping it all in the family,' Kouwe said with a snort.
'The fewer who know about the mission the better,' Frank added.
'Then how does Tellux Pharmaceuticals play a role in all this?' Nathan asked.
Kouwe answered before either of the O'Brien siblings. 'Isn't it obvious? Your father's expedition was financed by Eco-tek and Tellux, which are now one and the same. They own any proprietary intelligence gained from the expedition. If the team discovered some compound out there with regenerative properties, Tellux owns the majority rights to it:'
Nathan glanced to Kelly, who stared at her toes.
Frank simply nodded. 'He's right. But even at Tellux, only a handful of people know the true purpose of our mission here:'
Nate shook his head. 'Great, just great:' Kouwe placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.
'All that aside,' Manny said, 'what's our first step?'
'Let me show you:' Kelly turned once again to the maps on the back wall. She pointed to the centermost one. 'I'm sure Dr. Rand is familiar with this map:'
He stared at it and did indeed recognize it like the lines on his own palm. 'It's the recorded route my father's team took four years ago:'
'Exactly;' Kelly said, tracing her finger along the dotted course that led in haphazard fashion from Manaus south along the Madeira River until it reached the town of PBrto Velho, where it angled north into the heart of the Amazon basin. From there, the team crisscrossed the area until they bridged into the little-explored region between the southern and northern tributaries of the Amazon. Her finger stopped at the small cross at the end
of the line. 'Here is where all radio contact with the team ceased. And where all searches originated-both those sponsored by the Brazilian government and those financed privately' She glanced significantly at Na-than. 'What can you tell us about the searches?'
Nate circled around the desk to stare at the map. A familiar creeping despair edged through the core of his being. 'It was December, the height of the rainy season,' he whispered dully. 'Two major storm systems had moved through the region. It was one of the reasons no one was initially concerned. But when an update from the team grew to be almost a week late and the storms had abated, an alarm went up. At first, no one was really that worried. These were people who had lived their lives in the jungle. What could go wrong? But as search teams began tentatively looking, it was realized that all trace of the expedition was gone, erased by the rains and the flooded forests. This spot'-Nathan placed a finger on the black X-'was found to be underwater when the first team arrived.'
He turned to the others. 'Another week went by, then another. Nothing. No clues, no further word . . . until one last frantic signal. `Send help . . . can't last much longer. Oh, God, they're all around us: 'Nate took a deep breath. The memory of those words still haunted him deeply. 'The signal was so full of static that it was impossible to discern who even spoke. Maybe it was this Agent Clark:' But in his heart, Nathan knew it had been his father. He had listened over and over to that last message. The last words of his father.
Nathan stared at the photos and documents strewn across the desktop. 'For the next three months, the searchers swept throughout the region, but storms and floods made any progress difficult. There was no telling in which direction my father's team had headed: east, west, north, south:' He shrugged. 'It was impossible. We were searching a region larger than the state of Texas. Eventually everyone gave up:'
'Except you;' Kelly said softly.
Nathan clenched a fist. 'And a lot of good that did. No further contact was ever heard:'
'Until now,' Kelly said. She gently drew him around and pointed to a small red circle he had not noticed before. She pointed to it. It lay about two hundred miles due south of Sao Gabriel, near the river of Jarura, a
branch of the Solimoes, the mighty southern tributary of the Amazon. 'This is the mission of Wauwai, where Agent Clark died. This is where we're heading tomorrow.'
'And what then?' Manny asked.
'We follow Gerald Clark's trail. Unlike the earlier searches, we have an advantage:'
'What is that?' Manny asked.
Nathan spoke up, leaning close to the wall map. 'We're at the end of the dry season. There hasn't been a major storm through here in a month:' He glanced over his shoulder. 'We should be able to track his movements.'
'Hence, the urgency and speed of organizing this mission:' Frank stood. He leaned one hand on the wall and nodded to the map. 'We hope to follow any clues before the wet season begins and the trail is washed away. We're also hoping Agent Clark was sound enough in mind to leave some evidence of his route-marks on a tree, piles of rock-some way to lead us back to where he had been held these past four years:'
Frank turned back to the desk and slid out a large folded sheet of sketch paper. 'In addition, we've employed Anna Fong so we can communicate with any natives of the region: peasants, Indians, trappers, whoever. To see if anyone has seen a man with these markings pass by' Frank unfolded and smoothed the paper. A hand-sketched drawing was revealed. 'This was tattooed across Agent Clark's chest and abdomen. We hope that we'll find isolated folk who might have seen a man with this marking:'
Professor Kouwe flinched.
His reaction did not go unnoticed by those in the room.
'What is it?' Nathan asked.
Kouwe pointed to the sketch paper. It delineated a complex serpentine pattern that spiraled out from a single stylized handprint.
'This is bad. Very bad:' Kouwe fumbled in his pocket and pulled out his pipe. He lifted a questioning eye at Frank.
The redheaded man nodded.
Kouwe slipped out a pouch and tamped some locally grown tobacco into the pipe, then lit it with a single match. Nathan noted his uncharacteristically trembling fingers.
'What is it?'
Kouwe puffed on his pipe and spoke slowly. 'It's the symbol for the Ban-all. The Blood Jaguars:'
'You know this tribe?' Kelly asked.
The shaman blew out a long stream of smoke and sighed, then shook his head. 'No one knows this tribe. It is what's whispered among village elders, stories passed from one generation to another. Myths of a tribe that mates with jaguars and whose members can vanish into thin air. They bring death to all who encounter them. It is said they are as old as the forest and that the very jungle bends to their will:'
