“Senator Tewilliger and I have been discussing your very point this morning,” the president told Freely. “Your very point. We both have concerns, but we feel they can be dealt with. Yes, Senator Tewilliger, though I can’t pretend to say I know which way he’ll vote… Yes, he is a very
McCarthy bantered for a few more minutes, then hung up the phone.
“Still on the fence. They’re probing for weakness,” McCarthy told her. “Freely was in favor of the treaty six months ago.”
Corrine nodded.
“I would like to see what treaty they could obtain, that would not cost us any blood or gold, but they don’t see the big picture,” added McCarthy. “Now, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?”
“We’ve found nuclear material in South Korea. The same isotopes that we were looking for up North. Plutonium weapons-grade material.”
The president stared at her for a few seconds, genuinely surprised.
“Do they have a bomb?” he asked finally.
“I don’t know, Jonathon. It’s a possibility. We’re trying to track it all down.”
McCarthy folded his arms and stared straight ahead. “Not the best timing, dear.”
Corrine couldn’t argue with that.
“Has the IAEA inspection team found it?” added the president.
“No. It was at the waste site, near or in an area where low-level waste is ordinarily stored. They didn’t take samples from that area, and we don’t believe that what they did take will detect it. But of course we won’t know that until they get back and run their tests in a week and a half,” said Corrine.
“Right before the Senate vote.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What do you think North Korea would do if they found out that their brothers on the other side of the border had their own nuclear weapon?”
“The State Department would be in a better position to answer that.”
“Oh, I don’t think we need the State Department to know that the hound dog will bark when the fox slithers into the barnyard. Do you, counselor?”
Corrine shook her head.
McCarthy frowned, then reached for the door to the limo.
“What do you want me to do, Mr. President?”
“I want you to find out what’s going on, dear. If South Korea has a weapon, I want you to find it. I want you to be very quiet about it, but I want you to proceed very quickly. Very, very quickly,” said McCarthy, getting out of the car.
ACT II
Walls of iron
Rise to the sky.
Demons surround her
On the road to the Dead.
1
After taking them on a brief bus tour of the capital — the giant statue of the Great Leader was a special highlight — the North Koreans escorted the inspection team some ninety miles northward, installing them in a school dormitory about three miles from the waste plant.
The accommodations were not exactly deluxe; even the senior scientists found themselves sharing rooms barely big enough for the bunk beds that dominated them. Their hosts did not intend this as a slight; the quarters were the best available in the area. The military leaders who had met them — General Namgung, the commander of the armed forces in the capital area, and General Woo-suk, an official with the strategic weapons division — hosted a lavish dinner that lasted well past midnight, as toast after toast was offered to the visitors and their mission.
The next morning, the inspection team was presented with an elaborate breakfast featuring a variety of foods from around the world. Besides fried eggs and Korean-style pancakes filled with fruits, vegetables, and even meat, there were Western-style dishes, including bacon, potatoes Dauphine, and cheese Danishes. For a country where perpetual famine was a fact of life, the spread was obscenely impressive.
The provincial governor and some of his deputies sat at the head table with Dr. Norkelus. Thera, sitting across the room with her roommate, Lada Rahn, watched for a while as he tried to make conversation with the help of the translator. It clearly wasn’t getting far, but it was better than she was doing with Lada, who spoke English fluently with noticeable haughtiness; the syllables practically had ice dripping off them.
Thera’s adventure with the cigarettes in South Korea had given her a new status as the team’s bad girl, eliciting the interest of not only Evora but also many of the other male inspectors. This was charming in a junior- high-school kind of way: About midway through breakfast Evora came over to check on her coffee, asking if she needed a refill. She had no sooner given him the cup than another man, this one arguably the world expert in uranium isotopes, sprung up and galloped across the room, pointed at her plate of half-eaten toast, and asked if she would care for a fresh piece. She turned him down as politely as she could; as he left the table he shot Evora a glance several times more radioactive than anything they were likely to find today.
The attention continued as the team loaded up for the trip out to the site. Thera turned down several offers of rides and got into her usual truck with Julie Svenson, about midway in the pack.
“You’re awful popular today,” said Julie.
“They’re all looking for free smokes,” said Thera, buckling her seat belt.
Thera’s light mood held all the way up the twisting, rutted road to the waste plant. Then at the gate panic grabbed her by the throat. Foreboding welled inside her. She couldn’t shake the thoughts of what would happen if she were captured, as if the idea of being tortured was fluid choking her lungs.
She knew, absolutely
Four or five men with submachine guns watched the bus and trucks pull to a halt in the center of the compound.
They were going to shoot her.
Thera forced herself to her feet. She started to slip as she came down the steps. A man extended his arm outside the bus. She reached forward and grabbed it, holding tight, supporting herself, afraid that were she to let go she would melt into the ground.
“OK?” said the man. His English surprised her.
“I guess.”
“Nervous because you are in North Korea?”
“No. Just need a cigarette.” She looked up at him and smiled.
He smiled back. In his late forties or early fifties, he was about her height though considerably heavier. His
