Author: Clive Cussler
Category: Thriller
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“Whatever floats your boat,” Overholt said.
“I only need to fly over and pick something up, right?”
“That’s the drill.”
“What is it?”
“A meteorite,” Overholt said slowly.
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“Why in the world does the CIA want a meteorite?” Cabrillo asked.
“Because we think it might be made of iridium, and iridium can be used to construct a ‘dirty bomb.’”
“What else?” Cabrillo asked, now becoming wary.
“You need to steal it from the archaeologist who found it,” Overholt said, “preferably without him knowing.”
Cabrillo paused for a second. “Have you looked in your den lately?”
“What den?” Overholt said, taking the bait.
“The den of vipers where you live,” Cabrillo said.
“So you’ll take the job?”
“Send me the details,” Cabrillo said. “I’ll leave in a few hours.”
“Don’t worry—this should be the easiest money the Corporation has made all year. Like a Christmas gift from an old friend.”
“Beware of friends bearing gifts,” Cabrillo said before disconnecting.
AN HOUR LATER, Juan Cabrillo was finishing his last-minute arrangements.
Kevin Nixon wiped his hands on a rag, then tossed it onto a bench in the Magic Shop. The Magic Shop was the department aboard the Oregon that handled mission fabrications, equipment storage, specialized electronics, disguises and costumes. Nixon was the shop overseer as well as creative inventor.
“Without accurate measurement,” Nixon noted, “that’s the best I can do.”
“Looks great, Kevin,” Cabrillo said, taking the object and placing it in a box that he sealed with tape.
“Take these and these,” Nixon said, handing packets to Cabrillo.
Cabrillo slid the packets into the backpack.
“Okay,” Nixon said, “you have cold-weather clothes, communications gear, survival food and whatever else I thought you might need. Good luck.”
“Thanks,” Cabrillo said. “Now I need to head topside and talk to Hanley.”
Less than an hour later, after making sure Max Hanley, Cabrillo’s second in command, had the operation in Reykjavik progressing properly, Cabrillo caught a ride to the airport for his flight to Greenland. What seemed like a simple matter would grow increasingly complex.
By the time it was over, a nation would be threatened, and people would die.
6
PIETER VANDERWALD WAS a merchant of death. As the former head of South Africa’s EWP, or Experimental Weapons Program, under apartheid, Vanderwald had been overseer of such horrific experiments as human chemical sterilization through food additives, the spread of toxic airborne plagues and biological weapons in public areas, and the introduction of chemical weapons into the population in liquid form.
Nuclear, chemical, biological, auditory, electrical—if it could be used to kill, Vanderwald and his team built it, bought it or designed it themselves. Their classified trials showed that a combination of agents, judiciously applied, could be used to sicken or kill thousands of the black South African population within thirty-six hours. Further studies detailed that, within a week, 99 percent of the unprotected population from the Tropic of Capricorn south, or half the entire tip of Africa, would eventually perish.
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