the all clear to launch a second wave of missiles.”
“Punishing them even harder.”
“A nice option for us to have now, huh?” Koz said. “But it was operational for only about four months before they shut it down. Been abandoned for decades.”
Sachs said, “You mean like those Minuteman silos we just saw shoot off?”
Koz stared at her like she was either crazy or brilliant or crazy brilliant. “You think he rebuilt the Defender system on top of Safeguard?”
Sachs nodded. “Marshall isn’t a lunatic. He wouldn’t let those missiles off unless he had some degree of confidence he could shoot down those DF-5s the Chinese launch back at us.”
Koz’s face fell. “It’s at least 40 minutes to Nekoma. We’ll never make it in time on these roads.”
“Stop telling me what we can’t do!” Sachs lost it there, punching him squarely in the chest with her fist. “You dumb bastards!” she screamed, pummeling him again and again. “You’ve got to blow up the world with your pissing contests.”
Koz took the blows stoically, waiting for her to stop.
Sachs calmed down, the missile roar faded, and there was only a ghostly cold wind until she heard the unmistakable snap of gum and turned to see Ethel standing behind them.
Ethel said, “I know how you can get there in 20 minutes.”
Sachs stared at her, daring her. “Tell me.”
“Same way me and Rusty got here to the diner.”
54
The icy Pembina trail wound past several forgotten small towns and rivers toward Nekoma’s infamous Safeguard complex. The snow-covered prairies glittered under the sparkling night skies. Sachs had her hands wrapped around Koz’s waist as he leaned forward and kicked up the speed of Ethel’s four-stroke Yamaha snowmobile. She looked back at Captain Li, further behind on the trial, trying to keep up in Rusty the waitress’s two-stroke Thundercat.
“This sucker can go 110 mph and stay there all day long,” Ethel had promised them back at the truck stop, and Koz was determined to max the 145 horsepower to reach the Safeguard complex inside of 20 minutes.
Sachs felt herself slipping and tightened her grip on Koz, but her hands were too numb to feel. Her face was a frozen mask in the wind. But she could feel her heart pounding out of her chest. The stillness before the coming nuclear storm was ghostly, and she and Koz were just vapors in the night.
“The land that time forgot,” Koz told her, and she was surprised how clearly she could hear him. “That’s one of the reasons the Safeguard complex closed down. Not much around to support it in terms of people or any kind of economy this far out from the Grand Forks base, which itself is nowhere to the rest of the world.”
In another world, she thought, they could make a life together. But not this one.
They went over a snowdrift and there was the bleak Safeguard complex, a 435-acre missile field dominated by amysterious pyramid structure 80 feet tall and a dozen Stonehenge-like monoliths. It looked positively evil, like the technological ruins of some Cold War Giza plateau.
She said, “What are those spooky towers?”
“Intake and exhaust stacks for the missile site’s power plant,” Koz said.
“And that giant pyramid thing with the weird circles on each side?”
“The radar building,” Koz said. “The control center for the whole Safeguard system. It housed the computers and radar that could track incoming ICBM warheads and hit back with 30 long-range Spartans.”
She said, “But it looks so sinister.”
“It was the era,” he said. “But, yeah, it’s got a 1960’s Dr. Strangelove vibe.”
The drove right through the open gate in the chainlink fence, where two slain U.S. Army guards lay in the stained snow, beneath a sign that said: “Stanley R. Mickelsen Safeguard Complex.”
“Vibe?” Sachs repeated. “The era is now, Koz, and Marshall is Dr. Strangelove.”
“Then he’s probably inside the pyramid,” Koz said and followed the SUV tracks in the snow to the tunnel entrance to the pyramid, where they climbed off the snowmobile and Koz pulled out his M9.
An SUV sat just outside the tunnel.
“It’s from the launch control center Marshall hit,” he said, inspecting the vehicle as Captain Li pulled up on her Thundercat.
Li had the schematics ready on her phone’s display. “The radio room is inside the turret at the top of the pyramid. Marshall and his radio gal Banks are most likely up there. The other two officers missing from Looking Glass, Harney and Wilson, are his muscle. We’ll probably encounter them before we ever get near Marshall. By the way, the first two levels inside are probably flooded from a few years back when contaminated PCB chemicals were cleaned out. So we’ll have to wade through.”
Sachs hid her alarm at this matter-of-fact description of the hell she was about to enter. Swimming through toxic waste wasn’t exactly at the top of her life bucket list. But in this moment, such concerns weren’t even worth bringing up.
“Let’s go,” she said when Koz blocked her.
“You’re going to need this,” he said, and handed her a loaded M9 pistol, just like his own and Captain Li’s. “The safety is off. So know that when you point and shoot, a bullet is going to go flying out. Squeeze slowly, be ready for some kickback.”
Sachs nodded as she felt the gun. It looked like one of Jennifer’s toys, but there was enough weight to it to betray its authenticity.
They started through the tunnel into the subterranean levels of the pyramid. At first it was just ice on the ground they had to watch out for. Then the hardness loosened to liquid the furt they got inside, rising from ankle- deep to knee-deep to waist-deep.
Sachs could barely make out oil storage tanks and industrial waste sumps in the dark of the basement level. And she had to take it on faith from the dim glow of Captain Li’s screen that they were passing the oil pumping room and transmitter cooling area of the pyramid.
Sachs said nothing and slogged through the foul-smelling chemical swamp until she was almost neck-deep. Never in her worst nightmares had she ever pictured herself in a place like this. They made it to a narrow concrete stairway and, dripping industrial ooze behind them, climbed one crumbling step at a time.
Sachs slipped and almost fell off. Were it not for Koz’s hand, she would have surely plunked into the inky cesspool below, never to come up again.
“That was close,” he whispered.
“You’re telling me,” she breathed as they finally reached the second level of the pyramid — the empty and thankfully dry shell of the abandoned command and control areas.
No Marshall.
Koz pointed up into the turret above.
The third level occupied the lower portion of the turret, and it, too, was an empty tomb. This seemed to bother Koz and Li.
“See,” Koz pointed out to Li. “The Duplexer area is gutted of its microwave devices associated with the radar receivers. Marshall would have had to have replaced them to make this active again.”
All that remained was the fourth floor in the upper portion of the pyramid’s turret. But because all 16 sets of stairways and elevators were removed when the building was salvaged, there was no way to reach it.
They skirted along the concrete wall until they reached a new steel ladder running up the wall to the fourth level. Koz pointed up to the dim square of light way up at the top, where a shadow flickered past the light.
