Godin's blue eyes tracked the NSA man across the room. 'Search him.'
Geli threw Skow against the Plexiglas wall and searched him from head to toe. He was clean.
'Well, that was fun,' Skow said. 'Can I do you now?'
She wondered what kind of game Skow was playing. He would not be here if the cards were not stacked in his favor.
'Hello, Peter,' he said. 'We have something of a situ¬ation on our hands. Tennant has gone public.'
Godin's face went into spasm. It was difficult to watch, but when the pain subsided, the drooping cheek had regained its tone. He fixed Skow with a gaze of elec¬trifying intensity.
'What did Tennant do?'
'He escaped from Hadassah, went to a public com¬puter, and sent a letter to the top computer facilities in the world. He told them all about Trinity. Fielding's death, the attempts on his life, everything.'
Godin closed his eyes. 'The technology?'
'He revealed enough to convince the world that he's telling the truth. Enough to put countries like Japan within three years of their own Trinity computer. He told them about this facility. I have no idea how he found out about White Sands. Probably from Fielding.'
Godin sighed deeply. 'I handled Tennant wrong. I should have talked to him… reasoned with him.'
Skow edged closer to the bed. Geli kept her hand on her pistol. She could put two slugs in Skow's back before the NSA man closed the distance to Godin.
'We're in a difficult spot, Peter. Here's what I sug¬gest-'
'To hell with what you suggest,' Godin muttered, struggling upright in the bed. 'You've treated me like a fool from the beginning, but you're about to find out how wrong you are.'
Godin picked up the phone beside his bed and pressed a single button.
'Who are you calling?' Skow asked, his face still confident.
'You'll see. Hello? This is Peter Godin. I need to speak to the president. It's a matter of national security… What's that?… The code is seven three four nine four zero two. Yes, I'll wait.'
Skow paled. 'Peter-'
'Shut up.' Godin glanced at Geli, then spoke in a powerful voice. 'Mr. President, this is Peter Godin speaking.'
Geli had never heard such authority before. Her father's fabled command presence was as nothing com¬pared to it. Godin had announced his identity to the commander in chief as if saying, Mr. President, this is Albert Einstein speaking.
Godin listened for a few moments, then began a detailed explanation of why he had built the White Sands facility. Over a year ago, he said, he had become aware of serious security concerns in North Carolina. Someone inside Trinity was sabotaging computer code and possibly selling secrets to a foreign power. Rather than bring in 'insecure agencies' such as the FBI and CIA-which would slow the project and further compromise its secu¬rity- Godin had used his own money and connections to set up a secure research site. He had initially trusted John Skow to investigate the threat, but he now believed that Skow had been part of the problem from the beginning.
The president asked more questions, and Godin answered with absolute confidence. To his knowledge, Andrew Fielding had died of natural causes, but foul play could not be ruled out. David Tennant had become unhinged after Fielding's death and was suffering from psychosis possibly induced by the Trinity MRI machine. Everything humanly possible would be done to help Tennant regain his health. Before more questions could be raised, Godin informed the president that Trinity was less than twelve hours from completion, and that all data indicated the computer would not only meet but surpass all expectations as to weapons and intelligence applications. This altered the conversation completely.
Fielding, Tennant, and the existence of White Sands receded into the background as Godin promised undreamed-of power to the man who'd had the wisdom and courage to fund such a strategically important pro¬ject. Godin appeared quite relaxed until the end of the conversation, when he went rigid and concluded with a curt, 'Yes, sir, of course. I understand. I'll do that imme¬diately.'
He handed the phone to Geli, his eyes on Skow. 'Are you surprised I could do that? I've been dealing with presidents on a first-name basis since LBJ.'
'What did Matthews say at the end?' Skow whis¬pered.
'He asked that in the interest of allaying the concerns of the American public, I temporarily shut down all operations.'
'He's worried about the media.'
'Ewan McCaskell is on his way here now. They're setting up an emergency oversight group. The Senate Select Committee on Intelligence.'
'What are you going to do?' Skow asked.
Godin flicked his hand as if to swat a fly, then looked at the NSA man with unalloyed hatred. 'Geli, if this parasite moves without my permission, kill him.'
The blood left Skow's face.
'This is what you're going to do,' Godin said, 'Go to the airstrip. General Bauer should be arriving at any moment.'
A chill raced up Geli's back.
'Surely you've figured that out,' Godin said. 'Horst would have panicked the moment Tennant went public. He probably called the White House five minutes later and told them I'd duped him into providing this facility. His next move will be to come here and secure the computer. The president may even have ordered him to do it.'
'What do you want me to tell him?' Skow asked.
'That any attempt to interfere with the Trinity proto¬type will result in retaliation on an unimaginable scale.'
Skow's eyes narrowed. 'What are you talking about, Peter?'
'Just remind the general of something he should know very well by now.'
'What's that?'
'I never bluff.'
Skow cut his eyes at Geli, then at her pistol.
'Get out,' Godin rasped.
Skow turned and left the Bubble.
'Why are you letting him go?' Geli asked. 'At least let me lock him in an office.'
'There's nothing he can do now.'
'Maybe not alone. But with my father?'
Godin shook his head as though the time for trivial concerns had passed. 'Get me Levin in Containment.'
Geli made the call, then held the phone up to the old man's face.
'Levin?' said Godin. 'Listen to me. In nomini patri, et filii, et spiritus sancti.'
Geli could faintly hear the other end of the conversation.
'Are you sure, sir?' asked Levin. 'Fielding's model is only at eighty-one percent.'
'My model will have to solve the final algorithms,' Godin said.
There was a pause. 'Is this the end?'
Godin's gray lips hardly moved. 'Not yet. But we may not speak in this way again. You should prepare for visitors.'
'We have. I heard some soldiers talking outside Containment. They said the general is inbound.'
Geli's insides went cold.
Godin coughed into the phone. 'Remember… there's no end for me now. The end is the beginning.'
'It's been a privilege, sir. And I'll be there for you when Trinity state is reached.'
Godin closed his eyes. 'Good-bye, my friend.'
Geli hung up the phone. How close was her father? Fort Huachuca was only three hundred miles away.
Godin's hand touched her wrist, startling her. 'Do you understand what's about to happen, Geli?'
'Yes, sir. Levin's going to dump Dr. Fielding's model from the computer and load yours. Sometime in the next hour, your model will reach the Trinity state. You will become the Trinity computer. Or vice versa, whichever it is.'
