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Authors: Robert Doherty
Tags: Fiction, General, Science-Fiction, adventure, Espionage, Political, High Tech, Unidentified flying objects, Space ships, Area 51 (Nev.), Plague, Extraterrestrial beings
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going to be able to find it this way. The area he had had the spy satellite check showed only thick jungle. Using thermals or infrared wouldn't help on an inert piece of metal.
TL-SAT-9-3 had been swallowed up by the jungle.
Kincaid's computer beeped. He eagerly checked his e-mail, hoping he had another message from Yakov. When he had first received the e-mail message, Kincaid had checked in with Lisa Duncan and she had told him that Yakov was a Section IV operative. Given what had happened in China with Colonel Kostanov, another Section IV operative who had given his life so that Mike 56
Turcotte and Peter Nabinger could escape from Qian-Ling, Duncan had told Kincaid to take Yakov seriously and check out the information.
But the message wasn't from Yakov. Instead, it was from the CIA. He had asked for a check into the background of that satellite.
He read the short message: TL-SAT-9-3 had been launched by Ariana, the European Space Consortium, under contract to a civilian firm. No details about the satellite itself were available. The company that owned the satellite was called Earth Unlimited, and the report speculated that since that company dealt in mining, the satellite had been a ground-imaging sensor.
That didn't make sense to Kincaid. Why would they have brought it down after only two days if its job was to take pictures from orbit? He scanned the rest of the message, which gave some information about Earth Unlimited. He paused as something caught his eyes. Nestled among a listing of two dozen subsidiaries of Earth Unlimited, a name jumped out at him: Terra-Lei. The same company that had discovered the ruby sphere in the cavern in the Great Rift Valley.
Yakov listened to the hiss of static coming from the earpiece of the SATPhone for ten seconds before pushing the off button. He knew he had dialed the right number—it was the same number he had used for two decades—but he carefully punched it in once more. And again, his ear was filled with static.
In those two decades the other end had always been answered by the second ring. Yakov knew there could only be one reason it wasn't being picked up now—there was no one alive on the other end. Yakov had worked in the covert world long enough to know that, like an animal in the wild, a good operative had to ad-
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just quickly and efficiently to any change in the environment they operated in.
He didn't want to accept what his ear was telling him, but he did. He shut the phone off, tucked it into his backpack, and continued on his way, already making new plans.
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The Springfield had listened as its sister ship, the Pasadena, had been destroyed by the foo fighters. Like their brethren on the fleet above them, the crew of the submarine felt no affinity for the Airlia or the alien race's machines. They would have much preferred loading a live torpedo in the tube and firing it toward Easter Island rather than the device that was currently being manhandled into the number one tube.
Sea Eye was developed to be a remote probe that the submarine could launch and use as a stand-off surveillance device. The housing for the device was a conventional MK-48 torpedo. Nineteen feet long by twenty-one inches in diameter, it fit perfectly into the firing tube.
Inside of the casing, the torpedo's propulsion system and wire-guidance spool remained intact. The warhead, however, had been removed and an array of surveillance equipment took its place.
The Springfield was currently at two hundred feet depth and cruising just on the edge of where the shield guarding Easter Island was plotted.
"We have a direct link to the Springfield and through her to the Sea Eye," the young lieutenant seated in
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front of the computer informed Duncan. "They're closing on their launch point."
"How close will they get?" Duncan asked.
"The wire link is over eight kilometers long," the lieutenant said. "They will get within two kilometers of the shield to launch.
TL-SAT-9-3 had been swallowed up by the jungle.
Kincaid's computer beeped. He eagerly checked his e-mail, hoping he had another message from Yakov. When he had first received the e-mail message, Kincaid had checked in with Lisa Duncan and she had told him that Yakov was a Section IV operative. Given what had happened in China with Colonel Kostanov, another Section IV operative who had given his life so that Mike 56
Turcotte and Peter Nabinger could escape from Qian-Ling, Duncan had told Kincaid to take Yakov seriously and check out the information.
But the message wasn't from Yakov. Instead, it was from the CIA. He had asked for a check into the background of that satellite.
He read the short message: TL-SAT-9-3 had been launched by Ariana, the European Space Consortium, under contract to a civilian firm. No details about the satellite itself were available. The company that owned the satellite was called Earth Unlimited, and the report speculated that since that company dealt in mining, the satellite had been a ground-imaging sensor.
That didn't make sense to Kincaid. Why would they have brought it down after only two days if its job was to take pictures from orbit? He scanned the rest of the message, which gave some information about Earth Unlimited. He paused as something caught his eyes. Nestled among a listing of two dozen subsidiaries of Earth Unlimited, a name jumped out at him: Terra-Lei. The same company that had discovered the ruby sphere in the cavern in the Great Rift Valley.
Yakov listened to the hiss of static coming from the earpiece of the SATPhone for ten seconds before pushing the off button. He knew he had dialed the right number—it was the same number he had used for two decades—but he carefully punched it in once more. And again, his ear was filled with static.
In those two decades the other end had always been answered by the second ring. Yakov knew there could only be one reason it wasn't being picked up now—there was no one alive on the other end. Yakov had worked in the covert world long enough to know that, like an animal in the wild, a good operative had to ad-
57
just quickly and efficiently to any change in the environment they operated in.
He didn't want to accept what his ear was telling him, but he did. He shut the phone off, tucked it into his backpack, and continued on his way, already making new plans.
58
-5-
----------
The Springfield had listened as its sister ship, the Pasadena, had been destroyed by the foo fighters. Like their brethren on the fleet above them, the crew of the submarine felt no affinity for the Airlia or the alien race's machines. They would have much preferred loading a live torpedo in the tube and firing it toward Easter Island rather than the device that was currently being manhandled into the number one tube.
Sea Eye was developed to be a remote probe that the submarine could launch and use as a stand-off surveillance device. The housing for the device was a conventional MK-48 torpedo. Nineteen feet long by twenty-one inches in diameter, it fit perfectly into the firing tube.
Inside of the casing, the torpedo's propulsion system and wire-guidance spool remained intact. The warhead, however, had been removed and an array of surveillance equipment took its place.
The Springfield was currently at two hundred feet depth and cruising just on the edge of where the shield guarding Easter Island was plotted.
"We have a direct link to the Springfield and through her to the Sea Eye," the young lieutenant seated in
59
front of the computer informed Duncan. "They're closing on their launch point."
"How close will they get?" Duncan asked.
"The wire link is over eight kilometers long," the lieutenant said. "They will get within two kilometers of the shield to launch.
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