The Doomsday Conspiracy (2 page)

It's a home away from home, Robert thought. He found it oddly depressing.

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They passed an enormous open area filled with a vast sea of computers. Robert stopped in amazement.

"Impressive, isn't it? That's just one of our computer rooms. The complex contains three billion dollars' worth of decoding machines and computers."

"How many people work in this place?"

"About sixteen thousand."

So what the hell do they need me for? Robert Bellamy wondered. He was led into a private elevator that Keller operated with a key. They went up one floor and started on another trek down a long corridor until they reached a suite of offices at the end of the hall.

"Right in here, Commander." They entered a large reception office with four secretaries' desks. Two of the secretaries had already arrived for work. Harrison Keller nodded to one of them, and she pressed a button, and a door to the inner office clicked open.

"Go right in, please, gentlemen. The general is expecting you." Harrison Keller said, "This way."

Robert Bellamy followed him into the inner sanctum. He found himself in a spacious office, the ceilings and walls heavily soundproofed. The room was comfortably furnished, filled with photographs and personal mementos. It was obvious that the man behind the desk spent a lot of time there.

General Mark Hilliard, deputy director of the NSA, appeared to be in his middle fifties, very tall, with a face carved in flint, icy, steely eyes, and a ramrod-straight posture. The general was dressed in a gray suit, white shirt, and gray tie. I guessed right, Robert thought. Harrison Keller said, "General Hilliard, this is Commander Bellamy."

"Thank you for dropping by, Commander." As though it was an invitation to some tea party. The two men shook hands.

"Sit down. I'll bet you could do with a cup of coffee." The man was a mind reader.

"Yes, sir."

"Harrison?"

"No, thank you." He took a chair in the corner. A buzzer was pressed, the door opened, and an Oriental in a mess jacket entered with a tray of coffee and Danish pastry. Robert noted that he was not wearing an identification badge. Shame. The coffee was poured. It smelled wonderful.

"How do you take yours?" General Hilliard asked.

"Black, please."

The coffee tasted great. The two men were seated facing each other in Page 8

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soft leather chairs.

"The director asked that I meet with you." The director. Edward Sanderson. A legend in espionage circles. A brilliant, ruthless puppet master, credited with masterminding dozens of daring coups all over the world. A man seldom seen in public and whispered about in private.

"How long have you been with the 17th District Naval Intelligence Group, Commander?" General Hilliard asked.

Robert played it straight.

"Fifteen years." He would have bet a month's pay that the general could have told him the time of day when he had joined ONI.

"Before that, I believe you commanded a naval air squadron in Vietnam."

"Yes, sir."

"You were shot down. They didn't expect you to pull through." The doctor was saying, "Forget about him. He won't make it." He had wanted to die. The pain was unbearable.

And then Susan was leaning over him.

"Open your eyes, sailor, you don't want to die." He had forced his eyes open and through the haze of pain was staring at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had a soft oval face and thick black hair, sparkling brown eyes and a smile like a blessing. He had tried to speak, but it was too much of an effort.

General Hilliard was saying something. Robert Bellamy brought his mind back to the present.

"I beg your pardon, General?"

"We have a problem, Commander. We need your help."

"Yes, sir?"

The general stood up and began to pace.

"What I'm about to tell you is extremely sensitive. It's above top secret."

"Yes, sir."

"Yesterday, in the Swiss Alps, a NATO weather balloon crashed. There were some experimental military objects aboard the balloon that are highly secret."

Robert found himself wondering where all this was leading.

"The Swiss government has removed those objects from the balloon, but unfortunately, it seems that there Were some witnesses to the crash. It is of vital importance that none of them talk to anyone about what they saw. It could provide valuable information to certain other countries. Do you follow me?"

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not to discuss what they saw."

"Not exactly, Commander."

"Then I don't under-"

"What I want you to do is simply track down those witnesses. Others will talk to them about the necessity for silence."

"I see. Are the witnesses all in Switzerland?" General Hilliard stopped in front of Robert.

"That's our problem, Commander. You see, we have no idea where they are.

Or who they are."

Robert thought he had missed something.

"I beg your pardon?"

"The only information we have is that the witnesses were on a tour bus. They happened to be passing the scene when the weather balloon crashed near a little village called..." He turned to Harrison Keller.

"Uetendorf."

The general turned back to Robert.

"The passengers got off the bus for a few minutes to look at the crash and then continued on. When the tour ended, the passengers dispersed." Robert said slowly, "General Hilliard, are you saying that there is no record of who these people are or where they went?"

"That is correct."

"And you want me to go over and find them?"

"Exactly. You've been very highly recommended. I'm told that you speak half a dozen languages fluently, and you have an excellent field record. The director arranged to have you temporarily transferred to the NSA." Terrific.

"I assume I'll be working with the Swiss government on this?"

"No, you'll be working alone."

"Alone? But-"

"We must not involve anyone else in this mission. I can't stress enough the importance of what was in that balloon, Commander. Time is of the essence. I want you to report your progress to me every day." The general wrote a number on a card and handed it to Robert.

"I can be reached through this number day or night. There's a plane waiting to fly you to Zurich. You'll be escorted to your apartment, so you can pack what you need, and then you'll be taken to the airport." Page 10

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So much for "Thank you for dropping by." Robert was tempted to ask

"Will someone feed my goldfish while I'm gone?" but he had a feeling the answer would be "You have no goldfish."

"In your work with ONI, Commander, I assume you've acquired intelligence contacts abroad?"

"Yes, sir. I have quite a few friends who could be of use

"You're not to get in touch with any of them. You are not authorized to make any contacts at all. The witnesses you're looking for are undoubtedly nationals of various countries." The general turned to Keller.

"Harrison-" Keller walked over to a filing cabinet in the corner and unlocked it. He removed a large manila envelope and passed it to Robert.

"There's fifty thousand dollars in here in different European currencies and another twenty thousand in U.S. dollars. You will also find several sets of false identifications that may come in handy." General Hilliard held out a thick, shiny black plastic card with a white stripe on it.

"Here's a credit card that-"

"I doubt if I'll need that, General. The cash will be enough, and I have an ONI credit card."

"Take it."

"Very well." Robert examined the card. It was drawn on a bank he had never heard of. At the bottom of the card was a telephone number.

"There's no name on the card," Robert said.

"It's the equivalent of a blank check. It requires no identification. Just have them call the telephone number on the card when you make a purchase. It's very important that you keep it with you at all times."

"Right."

"And Commander?"

"Sir?"

"You must find those witnesses. Every one of them. I'll inform the director that you have started the assignment." The meeting was over.

Harrison Keller walked Robert to the outer office. A uniformed marine was seated there. He rose as the two men came in.

"This is Captain Dougherty. He'll take you to the airport. Good luck."

"Thanks."

The two men shook hands. Keller turned and walked back into General Hilliard's office.

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"Are you ready, Commander?" Captain Dougherty asked.

"Yes." But ready for what? He had handled difficult intelligence assignments in the past, but never anything as crazy as this. He was expected to track down an unknown number of unknown witnesses from unknown countries. What are the odds against that? Robert wondered. I feel like the White Queen in Through the Looking Glass.

"Why sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." Well, this was all six of them.

"I have orders to take you directly to your apartment and then to Andrews Air Force Base," Captain Dougherty said.

"There's a plane waiting to-" Robert shook his head.

"I have to make a stop at my office first." Dougherty hesitated.

"Very well. I'll go there with you and wait for you." It was as if they didn't trust him out of their sight. Because he knew that a weather balloon had crashed? It made no sense. He surrendered his badge at the reception desk and walked outside, into the chill, breaking dawn. His car was gone. In its place was a stretch limousine.

"Your car will be taken care of, Commander," Captain Dougherty informed him.

"We'll ride in this."

There was a high-handedness about all this that Robert found vaguely disturbing.

"Fine," he said.

And they were on their way to Naval Intelligence. The pale morning sun was disappearing behind rain clouds. It was going to be a miserable day. In more ways than one, Robert thought.

Ottawa, Canada 2400 Hours

His code name was janus.

He was addressing twelve men in the heavily guarded room of a military compound.

"As you have all been informed, Operation Doomsday has been activated. There are a number of witnesses who must be found as quickly and as quietly as possible. We are not able to attempt to track them down through regular security channels because of the danger of a leak."

"Who are we using?"

The Russian. Huge. Shorttempered.

"His name is Commander Robert Bellamy."

"How was he selected?"

The German. Aristocratic. Ruthless.

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of the CIA, FBI, and a half dozen other security agencies."

"Please, may I inquire what are his qualifications?" The Japanese. Polite. Sly.

"Commander Bellamy is an experienced field officer who speaks six languages fluently and has an exemplary record.

Again and again he has proved himself to be very resourceful. He has no living relatives."

"Is he aware of the urgency of this?"

The Englishman. Snobbish. Dangerous.

"He is. We have every expectation that he will be able to locate all the witnesses very quickly."

"Does he understand the purpose of his mission?" The Frenchman. Argumentative. Stubborn.

"No."

"And when he has found the witnesses?" The Chinese. Clever. Patient.

"He will be suitably rewarded."

The headquarters of the Office of Naval Intelligence occupies the entire fifth floor of the sprawling Pentagon, an enclave in the middle of the largest office building in the world, with seventeen miles of corridors and twenty-nine thousand military and civilian employees. The interior of the Office of Naval Intelligence reflects its seagoing traditions. The desks and file cabinets are either olive green, from the World War II era, or battleship gray, from the Vietnam era. The walls and ceilings are painted a buff or cream color. In the beginning, Robert had been put off by the Spartan decor, but he had long since grown accustomed to it.

Now, as he walked into the building and approached the reception desk, the familiar guard at the desk said, "Good morning, Commander. May I see your pass?"

Robert had been working here for seven years, but the ritual never changed. He dutifully displayed his pass.

"Thank you, Commander."

On his way to his office, Robert thought about Captain Dougherty, waiting for him in the parking lot at the river entrance. Waiting to escort him to the plane that would fly him to Switzerland to begin an impossible hunt.

When Robert reached his office, his secretary, Barbara, was already there.

"Good morning, Commander. The deputy director would like to see you in his office."

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"Yes, sir."

A minute later Robert was speaking with the admiral.

"I presume you have finished your meeting, Robert?"

"A few minutes ago."

"How did it go?"

"It was-interesting. Are you free to join me for breakfast, Admiral?" He tried to keep his voice casual.

There was no hesitation.

"Yes. Shall we meet there?"

"Fine. I'll leave a visitors' pass for you.

"Very well. I'll see you in an hour." Robert replaced the receiver and thought, It's ironic that I have to leave a visitors' pass for the admiral. A few years ago, he was the fair-haired boy here, in charge of Naval Intelligence.

How must he feel? Robert buzzed his secretary on the intercom.

"Yes, Commander?"

"I'm expecting Admiral Whittaker. Arrange a pass for him."

"I'll take care of it right away."

It was time to report to the deputy director. Dustin fucking Thornton. D ustin "Dusty" Thornton, deputy director of the Office of Naval Intelligence, had won his fame as one of the greatest athletes ever to come out of Annapolis.