“And you know this, how?”
“I have the books right here. Pages turned, things underlined. They were sitting right on the shelf. There are gardening texts and botany texts, historical references — it’s a mother lode.”
“A mother lode, yes. Have you talked to the scientists about it?”
“I passed it on to my team. I’d like to take the books down for them.”
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible. Do you have a digital camera?”
“Uh, no—”
“We’ll get you one, along with a secure hookup. Those books can’t leave the property,” Rubens told him. “Nor can you. I’ll get someone to ferry up the items.”
“I can’t leave?”
“I’ll have one of the medical people call up to explain the technical details. You can tell him what you’ve found. It’s probably just a senseless precaution.”
He thought of Dean and Tommy Karr — they had been at the house and should be quarantined as well.
But he couldn’t afford to lock them away for days. On the contrary.
“What should I do here?” asked Johnny.
“Keep reading. I’m told there’s plenty of material handy.”
28
“Nice night, huh?” Karr told the Thai guard outside the door to the command tent.
The Thai guard mumbled something in response.
“He’s saying something along the lines of ‘go away,’ except it involves your relatives,” said Chafetz. “We’re having a little trouble with the volume.”
“I’ll ask him to speak up on the way out,” said Karr, putting his hand up to push against the door.
The guard pulled his M16 up, ready to fire.
“Phone call,” Karr explained. “I have to make a phone call.”
Chafetz told him the words. Karr spoke several languages, including Russian, but Thai wasn’t one of them. The word for “call” sounded like “ree-uk,” but the tone was difficult to get unless you were familiar with the language, and finally Karr found it easier to use English and pantomime. The guard frowned but finally pulled the gun back upward and let him pass.
There was a second guard inside. He’d been sitting on a small folding chair near several crates of papers and maps, probably dozing, but the conversation outside had gotten his attention. He met Karr with a drawn pistol.
“Hello,” said Karr, letting the door bang behind him. “Phone. I have to use the phone.”
“He wants to know why you’re not with the major,” said Chafetz.
“Because I don’t want the major to see me breaking into his computer?”
“Tommy—”
“So give me the words again,” he told the runner. He took his hand and made it into a phone, miming as he struggled with the language.
The guard said something with Sourin’s name in it.
“Did the major give you permission?” translated Chafetz.
“Sure.”
Tommy’s pronunciation clearly puzzled the soldier — he said the word as if he were ordering Russian tea — but the man let him pass as he walked toward the communications center. Karr made sure to pick up the generic phone — it had a white receiver — that Major Sourin had allowed him to use earlier to talk to the embassy. The Art Room had already compromised the line, and Karr found himself talking to Farlekas.
“Thailand is a beautiful country,” said Farlekas. The Art Room supervisor had served two tours in Southeast Asia during the Vietnam era — first as an Army medic and then as a CIA paramilitary. “Very ancient and proud.”
“Reminds me of Scandinavia,” said Karr.
“Oh, I can see that,” said Farlekas. “We’re ready here anytime you are.”
“I’m working on it,” Karr told him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He gestured to the Thai guard, who looked at him dubiously but then accepted a cigarette. Karr tried to light it for him, but the cigarette lighter wouldn’t catch. He tried several times, the flint failing even to spark.
“Any second now,” said Karr.
“Don’t knock yourself out,” said Farlekas over the phone.
The soldier reached into his pocket and pulled out his own lighter — a Bic with a picture of a bikini-clad model on it. He lit his cigarette, then handed the lighter to Karr. The op actually didn’t smoke and turned away as he choked back a cough.
“Taking a while,” said Karr as he handed back the lighter to the guard.
“Sure he got a good whiff?” asked Farlekas.
The guard’s eyes began to close. “All right, here we go.”
The anesthetic that had been in the phony lighter had finally knocked the soldier out. Karr put the phone down on the nearby table as he pulled the dongles from his pocket. He attached them to the laptops, then hunted around the desk for blank floppies. He didn’t want them to boot into their normal C drives for fear that a security program would trip him up.
“Any disk will do,” Chafetz reminded him.
He found a pair and booted up.
“Strike CONTROL-DELETE-D, all together,” said Chafetz.
He had trouble settling his large fingers on the Chicletsstyle keys but managed to get the combinations. The computer screens blanked.
“We’re in — have them both,” said Chafetz. “Uh-oh.”
“Uh-oh for you or uh-oh for me?”
“Sourin’s stirring.”
“How long do we need?” Karr asked.
“Thirteen and a half minutes,” said Chafetz.
“Pull ’em,” said Farlekas.
“Nah. I don’t have any more of the gas with me up here,” said Karr. “This is our best shot.”
“He’s out of the tent,” said Chafetz.
“Probably just taking a leak, right?”
“No — checking his guard position on the west flank. Can you get one of the Marines to divert him? Talk to him or something.”
“Too late,” said Karr. “Besides, he doesn’t like them. He’d know something was up. Nah, we’re cool. I can deal with him. Just keep the download flowing.”
“Talking to the guard,” said Chafetz. “Telling him to not play with his toes. Well, more or less. He’s a little graphic for a Thai.”
With 1:33 left, Sourin turned from the guard position and began walking toward the command tent.
“You can pull unit two,” said Farlekas.
“Wait until he’s ten seconds away,” Karr told him.
“He’s thirty seconds now,” said Chafetz. The computer could calculate his progress based on his stride.
Karr reached to unit two, making sure he’d removed the floppy, then pulled the dongle.
Karr slid his hand over the back of the laptop as the guard outside snapped to attention and loudly challenged the major — probably as much to warn his fellow guard inside as to impress the officer.
The door to the tent flew open.
“Mr. Karr,” said Sourin in English.
“Hey,” said Karr. He put his hand on the laptop as if steadying himself. He had the white phone to his
