Deep Fire Rising

“Figures,” Ira muttered.

“The danger’s real. About eight thousand years ago, a massive deposit off the coast of Norway was released by an undersea avalanche. The three hundred fifty billion tons of hydrates that reached the atmosphere raised temperatures about twelve degrees all over the world and helped bring a swift end to the last ice age.

“I don’t know how this group found a deposit of hydrates so far out in the ocean. As far as I know no one’s ever looked there before. As for the tower itself? It’s either designed to keep the hydrates chilled by pumping cold brine solution into the seafloor or it was built to heat the hydrates and cause a catastrophic eruption.”

“But why? Why would someone do either?”

“No clue. If they wanted to sink ships, it would be cheaper just to blow them out of the water, so I don’t think that’s it. My money’s on it being built to keep the hydrates stable. When she got the distress call from the Smithback, the Sea Surveyor was performing research on deep-ocean currents. I interviewed a few of the scientists. It appears they were tracking a jet of warm water that hugged the ocean bottom. It runs from the Philippine Sea toward the Aleutian Islands. This stream wasn’t there a decade ago according to data from a previous NOAA expedition. They hypothesize that global warming is what’s caused this current to develop. I believe that Tisa Nguyen’s group discovered it years ago, knew about the hydrate deposit and realized that if they didn’t do something to prevent the heat from melting the deposit we’d have a potential environmental catastrophe.”

“Could this have been as bad as the one in Norway?”

“Don’t know yet. When I left, they were hanging a magnetometer off the stern of Sea Surveyor to determine the extent of pipework buried under the mud. So far they’ve found that three square miles of the bottom are rigged with cooling pipes. The ROVs on the Sea Surveyor can’t accurately measure the depth of the hydrate layer, but it’s pretty clear the field is extensive and only a fraction of the gas was released when they hit the Smithback and the Surveyor. Jim McKenzie, who heads the submersible team on the ship, plans to stay in the area until they can get their sub running again.

“I hope you take care of the people on that ship. They’re performing above and beyond the call for us.”

“The navy can’t get their own research submersible to the site for at least three more weeks so the folks out there now are getting whatever they want in return. Don’t worry.” Ira paused. “You said a minute ago that you thought someone was monitoring communications on the Surveyor. Is that your theory for why the gas erupted when you were down at the tower?”

Mercer told him about the acoustical signal Jim McKenzie detected. “I think Tisa’s group has been using the tower to keep the hydrate deposit stable for years. Then there was some kind of schism within the organization. She wasn’t too specific, but I bet the splinter group co-opted the tower for themselves and decided to reverse the machinery. Please don’t ask why. I have no idea. All I know is that after Vegas, I don’t think their agenda matches ours.”

“Speaking of Vegas.” Ira retrieved a briefcase from a nearby seat and snapped open the lid. The manila report he handed to Mercer was stamped TOP SECRET. “A lot of the science is beyond me. I don’t think Briana Marie knows the meaning of layman’s terms, but she explained the gist.”

“What is this?” Mercer opened the folder and thumbed through pages of text and graphs.

“Evidence that Tisa Nguyen lied to you.”

That startled Mercer. For the past few days he’d focused on her as his only source of credible information. “Come again?”

“She lied to you about how her group discovered we ran a secret test at Area 51.”

She’d lied? Mercer downed his second drink and fixed another. Had he fallen for the oldest trick in the intelligence game, believing her because she was exotic and beautiful?

Anger flared behind his eyes. How could he have been so stupid? True, he’d just come a breath away from being killed, and it was understandable that his guard was down, but he’d done nothing in the days since to verify her story. Thank God Ira wasn’t thinking with his glands.

The anger he felt toward her intensified the anger he directed at himself. Now more than ever he was anxious to get to Greece. He took a sip. “Okay, tell me what you found.”

Ira recognized the recrimination written on Mercer’s face. He’d expected no less from his friend. “According to what you said, they knew about the test because of a seismic disturbance inside Area 51, right?”

“That’s what she told me, an anomalous earthquake.”

“Dr. Marie pulled USGS records for the day the submarine materialized under the mountain. There were dozens of earthquakes in the west, but none of them close to Area 51. The biggest was a four-point-two near Barstow, California, which they said was an aftershock of the quake that hit Bakersfield a few months back. There were two three-point-fours in Washington State and a three-oh near Reno. The sub didn’t cause any detectable disturbances when it came back.”

Mercer sat quietly for a second, searching for and finding the flaw in Lasko’s statement. “How did they know you were doing something out there? She knew the date, time, everything.”

“Randall,” Lasko answered. “They must have gotten to him, or maybe he was already part of their group. Either way, he must have told them something was up even if he didn’t know what it was.”

Again, Mercer pondered the logic, wondering if he wanted to exonerate Tisa because she was right or because he wanted her to be right. He hated the doubt. “Obviously no one at the excavation site knew the nature of the experiment you’d run, but did any of them even know the date it happened?”

“They weren’t supposed to,” Ira replied. “That doesn’t mean it didn’t slip somehow. I know what you’re trying to do, Mercer, but you have to look at this reasonably. The only way she could know the timing of our test is through a security breach at the mine site. Someone talked and Donny Randall passed on the information. Later, he must have received orders to sabotage the job — the cave-in that brought you on board and later the explosion.”

“And when he failed they tried to gun me down in Vegas.”

Could it be that easy? Mercer asked himself. It made sense. At least more sense than Tisa’s group detecting the emergence of the submarine through some other, unknown way. Yet a doubt lingered at the back of his mind. What was it? What were they missing?

Tisa’s group had found a hydrate deposit where no one had ever thought to look and secretly built an enormous machine to protect it. Either feat was incredible and showed a tremendous level of sophistication. Why couldn’t they have the capability to discover Ira’s secret project through some extraordinary means?

“So where does that leave us?” he finally asked.

“That’s up to what you learn in Greece.”

“Tisa told me about some unusual phenomena in the Pacific to get my attention. Well, she got it. Now I hate thinking what’s going to happen in Santorini.”

“By the way, do you want backup?”

Mercer shook his head. “That’ll spook her. Don’t ask me how or why, but I know she’s on our side and that’s why we’re meeting in such an out-of-the-way place. She probably could have told me whatever she needs to back in Vegas or anywhere else. She must feel comfortable on Santorini, like it’s out of reach of the splinter faction she’s trying to protect me from. If I show up with a bunch of men with earphones shadowing me, she may bolt.”

Ira nodded. “I can buy that. A driver will be waiting for you at the airport. He’ll be holding a sign saying Harry White.”

“Nice touch.” Mercer smiled.

“You’ll have to take the ferry to Santorini because the package he’ll have for you won’t pass an airport security scan, if you know what I mean.”

“Gun?”

“Beretta 92, as you seem to favor.”

“Now that’s backup I do appreciate.”

SANTORINI, GREECE