The president turned to Overholt.
“Juan,” Overholt said, “what are the chances your team can pull this off?”
“Good,” Cabrillo said quickly, “but there is a wild card.”
“What’s the wild card?” the president asked.
“We don’t know for sure who we’re up against. If the people that have the meteorite are a faction of the Hammadi Group, I think we can take them.”
The president paused before speaking. “Okay,” he said at last, “I say we go ahead as planned.”
“Very good, sir,” Cabrillo said.
“Now,” the president said, “we have uncovered an entirely separate problem pertaining to the meteorite. I have a scientist here who will explain.”
For the next few minutes, Dwyer explained his theory.
Cabrillo felt a cold chill rising on his back. Armageddon was close at hand.
“That raises the stakes, Mr. President,” Cabrillo offered, “but the other side must be unaware of the possibility of a released virus. We just learned it was possible ourselves. The fact is that they would be ensuring their own destruction. The only scenario that makes sense is using the meteorite to construct a dirty bomb.”
“That’s all true,” the president agreed, “and we’ve been hard-pressed to come up with a scenario where the molecules would be penetrated. They need to break the meteorite down somehow for that to happen. Still, the threat exists—and the consequences could be dire and permanent.”
“If the Corporation had been hired to launch this operation,” Overholt asked, “how would you go about it?”
“You mean if an evil twin to the Corporation existed and we wanted to kill as many people as possible?” Cabrillo asked. “We would want to introduce the radioactivity in the iridium to the largest possible population.”
“So you’d need a delivery system of some sort?” the president asked.
“Correct, Mr. President,” Cabrillo said.
“Then if we have the British seal off their airspace, the threat of aerial dispersal is eliminated,” the president noted. “Then we just have the bomb to deal with.”
“We will need increased security at the underground stations and public areas as well,” Cabrillo added, “in case their plan is to dust public areas with radioactive dust. Maybe they have somehow dismantled the nuke and ground up the core, and their plan is to combine it with the iridium in a powdered form to poison the populace.”
“Then the British will need to watch their mail and package delivery apparatus as well,” the president added. “What else?”
The four men were silent as they thought.
“Let’s pray you can recover the meteorite and the bomb together,” the president said, “and protect England from ruin. Any other outcome is too horrible to consider.”
The call ended, and Cabrillo started walking back to the conference room.
What he had no way of knowing was that while Great Britain was a target for one operation, the other target was three time zones away to the east.
Cabrillo opened the door and entered the conference room.
“I just got off the telephone with the president,” Cabrillo said as he made his way to the head of the table. “We have the resources of the United States government behind us.”
The group waited for Cabrillo to continue.
“There’s one other thing,” he continued. “A CIA scientist has advanced a theory that there might be traces of gases from deep space inside the molecules of the meteorite. These gases may have suspended in them a virus or pathogen that could prove deadly. No matter what, once we recover the meteorite it’s not to be disturbed.”
Julia Huxley spoke. As medical officer, she was tasked with the crew’s safety. “What about exposure to the exterior of the meteorite?” she asked. “You were right next to the orb.”
“The scientist said that if a virus was on the exterior it would have burned up upon entering the atmosphere. The problem could arise if the meteorite was drilled, for example. If the molecules have arranged themselves in a certain manner, they may have produced pockets larger than molecule size that contain the gases.”
“How large might these pockets be?” Huxley asked.
“It’s only a theory,” Cabrillo said, “but the meteorite could be a hollow sphere much like a chocolate Easter egg. Or, there might be clusters of gas like naturally occurring geodes have, where there are pockets of crystal in various sizes. No one knows until it is recovered and studied.”
“Any idea as to the type of virus?” Huxley asked. “Maybe I can prepare a serum.”
“None,” Cabrillo said carefully, “but if it’s from space and it’s released on Earth, it couldn’t be good.”
The room was so quiet you could hear a buzzing fly.
Cabrillo stared at Hanley.
“Adams is almost ready to leave,” Hanley said, “and our Challenger 604 will be arriving in Aberdeen shortly.”
“Where’s Truitt?”
Richard “Dick” Truitt was the Corporation’s vice president of operations.
