“Mr. President,” Henna said, turning in his seat, “I had some agents go to the OF amp;C offices soon after Dr. Mercer and Dr. Talbot had left. The scene had been sanitized — no corpses or blood. My men could tell that a gun had been discharged in the building. The air fresheners couldn’t mask the smell of the cordite. I can’t confirm what Dr. Mercer reported, but I certainly can’t deny it either.”
“I just remembered something.” Paul Barnes rejoined the conversation with a more accepting tone. “I can’t remember any details, but a report crossed my desk a few years ago from a metallurgist in Pennsylvania. It sounds similar to the conditions Dr. Mercer described about the explosion in 1954. He had obtained a sample of some element; I can’t remember what it was called, but it had something to do with radiation and seawater.”
“Do you remember anything else?” Admiral Morrison prompted after Barnes had lapsed into silence.
“Abraham Jacobs,” Barnes finally replied. “The scientist’s name was Abraham Jacobs. I’m sure he knew something about what we’re discussing.”
“Can you find him?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I want him in my office by this afternoon.” The force in the President’s voice galvanized the room. “We now have a more grave situation in Hawaii than we first estimated. If Dr. Mercer is right and this does go beyond Ohnishi’s personal coup and in some way involves the Russians, I don’t even want to think of the consequences.”
“It seems too far-fetched to me that Takahiro Ohnishi and the Russians have been planning this since the 1950s. Too much has changed in the world to make a plot of this type viable.” This from Henna.
“This could be an alliance of convenience,” hazarded Mercer. “Something that was formed recently, as new situations developed.”
“That makes sense,” the President agreed. “But we have to get in touch with this Dr. Jacobs. Hopefully he can tell us exactly what’s at stake here.”
“You mean over and above the possible secession of Hawaii?” Henna said caustically. The President shot him a scathing look.
“Mr. President, may I make a request?” asked Mercer.
“Yes, Dr. Mercer, what is it?”
“I have a feeling that we’re working under a time limit. Ohnishi or the Russians must know we’re on to them in some respect. They are probably being forced to push up their deadlines because of my action in New York. I have a feeling that the situation in Hawaii is going to get critical real soon.”
“I know what you are going to ask and it’s already been taken care of. The carrier
“A good idea, sir, but not what I wanted. I think to better understand what we’re up against, a series of infrared photos should be taken of the area where the
The President looked toward Barnes, who rummaged through a briefcase at his feet. “Let’s see, there’s a KH-11 flyby of the north Pacific in thirteen hours. That bird has the right cameras and it wouldn’t take much to change her orbit to pass north of Hawaii.”
“Thirteen hours, that’s too late,” Mercer said.
“What do you suggest?”
“Either an SR-1 Blackbird or one of the air force’s superspy planes that no one is supposed to know about.”
“Paul?”
“There’s an SR-71 Wraith at Edwards, but I need your authorization to get her airborne.”
“Do it. How long before we get some pictures back?”
“At mach six the Wraith will be there and back in about an hour and a half. Say a half hour for film processing and transmission here.”
“Dr. Mercer, I needn’t remind you that you have not heard any of this, correct?” the President cautioned.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Mercer smiled. “I haven’t been listening. Did you say something?”
“Very good. Gentlemen, we all have jobs to do.”
The group started for the door. “I want everyone to meet back here in two hours. Dr. Mercer, ask my secretary for a temporary pass if you plan to leave the grounds.”
“I’ll do that.”
Mercer spoke with Miss Craig and learned that Tish was asleep in one of the White House guest rooms. He scribbled a quick note for her in case she woke up while he was gone and then hailed a cab near Pennsylvania Avenue. He was home twenty minutes later. After a quick shower and an even quicker beer, he went to his study, touched the large bluish stone that was his good luck piece, and sat behind his desk.
He dialed a number and two rings later the phone was answered. “Geology department, Carnegie-Mellon University.”
“I’d like to speak to Dr. Jacobs, please.”
“One moment.” After about a dozen moments the same voice came back on the line. “I’m sorry, Dr. Jacobs is with a class.”
“My name is Vince Andrews from the Hiller Foundation, the group that supports Dr. Jacobs’s research,” Mercer said, putting as much bluff into his voice as he could. “Dr. Jacobs is in serious trouble and will probably lose his grant. It’s imperative that I speak to him now.”
“I understand, please hold the line.”
A minute later a more mature voice spoke. “I don’t know who this is since my grant comes from Cochran Steel, but you’ve piqued my interest.”
“Hi, Abe, it’s Philip Mercer.”
“I should have known.” Abraham Jacobs laughed. “Mercer, give me a second to get into my office. I don’t want my assistant realizing the low caliber of some of my friends.”
A few seconds later, Abe Jacobs was back and the assistant had hung up the antechamber extension. “So, to what do I owe the honor of this call, and by the way thank you for getting me away from that class. They’re an even bigger group of idiots than you and your class when I taught at Penn State.”
Abe Jacobs had been Mercer’s academic advisor during his graduate work at Penn State, and Mercer had continued to seek his former professor’s advice in the years since school. They rarely saw each other now, but the tight bond between master teacher and star student had not dimmed.
“Abe, I was just in a meeting where your name came up.”
“Don’t tell me you’re on Carnegie-Mellon’s ethics board?”
“Abe, we both know your wife’s leash on you is just long enough for you to roam to your classes and your lab.”
“Too true.”
“Well, she might be in for a surprise tonight, because you won’t be home for dinner. A couple of years ago you apparently sent a research paper to the CIA.”
“Hold it right there, Mercer. How did you know that? That information was top secret.”
“I was told by Paul Barnes, the head of the CIA.”
“Ah.”
“The CIA is tracking you down right now, but it’ll probably take them a few hours to find you. They think you’re a metallurgist, not a geologist. I thought I’d beat them to the punch and teach Paul Barnes a lesson in humility at the same time. They want you in Washington as soon as possible with any relevant material about your paper.”
“What’s this all about? It was basically a theoretical paper. Without twenty years of development, what I found would be unfeasible.”
“Let’s just say someone may have already put in the development effort. Get to the Pittsburgh airport general aviation counter. I’ll have a charter plane ready to bring you down here.”
“I don’t understand. How could-”
Mercer interrupted. “Abe, I’ll explain on the way to the White House this evening.”
He cut the connection, then called general aviation at the airport. Securing a plane and pilot for Abe maxed
