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Evans snorted, and said nothing.
They were still sitting on the couch when Kenner came bounding back into the room. He was again rubbing his hands. "All right," he said. "All the two boys have to say is that they want to talk to a lawyer, and they seem to know one. Imagine that. But well know more in a few hours. " He turned to Peter. "So: mystery solved? Concerning the Buddha?"
Evans glared at him. "No. "
"Really? Its quite straightforward. "
"Why dont you just tell us," Evans said.
"Reach your right hand out to the end table," Kenner said.
Evans put his hand out. There were five remote controls on the table.
"Yes?" he said. "And?"
"What are they for?"
"Its a media room," Evans said. "I think weve established that. "
"Yes," Kenner said. "But what are they for?"
"Obviously," Evans said, "to control the television, the satellite, the DVD, the VHS, all that. "
"Which one does which?" Kenner said.
Evans stared at the table. And suddenly he got it. "Oh my God," he said. "Youre absolutely right. "
He was flipping them over, one after another.
"This ones the flat panel amp;DVD amp;satellite amp;high def amp;" He stopped. There was one more. "Looks like there are two DVD controllers. " The second one was stubby and black and had all the usual buttons, but it was slightly lighter than the other.
Evans pulled open the battery compartment. Only one battery was there. In place of the other was a tightly rolled piece of paper.
"Bingo," he said.
He took the paper out.
All that matters is not remote from where the Buddha sits. Thats what George had said. Which meant that this paper was all that matters.
Carefully, Evans unrolled the tiny sheet and pressed it flat on the coffee table with the heel of his hand, smoothing out the wrinkles.
And then he stared.
The paper contained nothing but columns of numbers and words:
662262
3982293
24FXE 62262 82293
TERROR
882320
4898432
12FXE 82232 54393
SNAKE
774548
9080799
02FXE 67533 43433
LAUGHER
482320
5898432
22FXE 72232 04393
SCORPION
ALT
662262
3982293
24FXE 62262 82293
TERROR
382320
4898432
12FXE 82232 54393
SEVER
244548
9080799
02FXE 67533 43433
CONCH
482320
5898432
22FXE 72232 04393
SCORPION
ALT
662262
3982293
24FXE 62262 82293
TERROR
382320
4898432
12FXE 82232 54393
BUZZARD
444548
7080799
02FXE 67533 43433
OLD MAN
482320
5898432
22FXE 72232 04393
SCORPION
ALT
662262
3982293
24FXE 62262 82293
TERROR
382320
4898432
12FXE 82232 54393
BLACK MESA
344548
9080799
02FXE 67533 43433
SNARL
482320
5898432
22FXE 72232 04393
SCORPION
Evans said, "Is this what everybodys after?"
Sarah was looking at the paper over his shoulder. "I dont get it. What does it mean?"
Evans passed the paper to Kenner. He hardly glanced at it before he said, "No wonder they were so desperate to get this back. "
"You know what it is?"
"Theres no doubt about what it is," Kenner said, handing the paper to Sanjong. "Its a list of geographic locations. "
"Locations? Where?"
"Well have to calculate that," Sanjong said. "Theyre recorded in UTM, which may mean the listing was intended for pilots. " Kenner saw the blank looks on the others faces. "The world is a globe," he said, "and maps are flat. Therefore all maps are projections of a sphere onto a flat surface. One projection is the Universal Transverse Mercator grid, which divides the globe into six-degree grids. It was originally a military projection, but some pilot charts use it. "
Evans said, "So these numbers are latitude and longitude in a different form?"
"Correct. A military form. " Kenner ran his finger down the page. "It appears to be several alternate sets of four locations. But in every instance the first and last locations are the same. For whatever reason amp;" He frowned, and stared off into space.
"Is that bad?" Sarah said.
"Im not sure," Kenner said. "But it might be, yes. " He looked at Sanjong.
Sanjong nodded gravely. "What is today?" he said.
"Tuesday. "
"Then amp;time is very short. "
Kenner said, "Sarah, were going to need Georges plane. How many pilots does he have?"
"Two, usually. "
"Well need at least four. How soon can you get them?"
"I dont know. Where do you want to go?" she said.
"Chile. "
"Chile! And leave when?"
"As soon as possible. Not later than midnight. "
"Itll take me some time to arrange"
"Then get started now," Kenner said. "Time is short, Sarah. Very short. "
Evans watched Sarah go out of the room. He turned back to Kenner. "Okay," he said. "I give up. Whats in Chile?"
"A suitable airfield, I presume. With adequate jet fuel. " Kenner snapped his fingers. "Good point, Peter. Sarah," he called into the next room, "what kind of a plane is it?"
"G-five!" she called back.
Kenner turned to Sanjong Thapa, who had taken out a small handheld computer and was tapping away at it. "Are you connected to Akamai?"
"Yes. "
"Was I right?"
"Ive only checked the first location so far," Sanjong said. "But yes. We need to go to Chile. "
"Then Terror is Terror?" Kenner said.
"I think so, yes. "
Evans looked from one man to the other. "Terror is Terror?" he said, puzzled.
"Thats right," Kenner said.
Sanjong said, "You know, Peters got a point. "
Evans said, "Are you guys ever going to tell me whats going on?"
"Yes," Kenner said. "But first, you have your passport?"
"I always carry it. "
"Good man. " Kenner turned back to Sanjong. "What point?"
"Its UTM, Professor. Its a six-degree grid. "
"Of course!" Kenner said, snapping his fingers again. "Whats the matter with me?"
"I give up," Evans said. "Whats the matter with you?"
But Kenner didnt answer; he now seemed almost hyperactive, his fingers twitching nervously as he picked up the remote control from the table beside Peter and peered at it closely, turning it in the light. Finally, he spoke.
"A six-degree grid," Kenner said, "means that these locations are only accurate to a thousand meters. Roughly half a mile. Thats simply not good enough. "
"Why? How accurate should it be?"
"Three meters," Sanjong said. "About ten feet. "
"Assuming they are using PPS," Kenner said, still squinting at the remote control. "In which case amp;Ah. I thought so. Its the oldest trick in the book. "
He pulled the entire back of the remote off, exposing the circuit board. He lifted that away to reveal a second folded sheet of paper. It was thin, hardly more than tissue paper. It contained rows of numbers and symbols. -2
147483640,8,0*x %?gK?__^O#_Q?__c?"aaaaa??_ ____________________ ???__? -2147483640,8,0%h [email protected]/* */__c?"aaaaa??????____________________ ???__ -2147483640,8,0?"^$PN?_N__?xF?__c?-aaaaa??____________________ ???__? -2147483640,8,0?W"1/4_O? ? q_lM?__c?"aaaaa??????____________________ ???__? -2147483640,8,0%0?/?_L???_8_?P?__c?"aaaaa???____________________ ???__ -2147483640,8,0*x %?gK?__^O#_Q?__c?"aaaaa??_ ____________________ ???__? -2147483640,8,0%h [email protected]/* */__c?"aaaaa??????____________________ ???__ -2147483640,8,0?W"1/4_O? ? q_lM?__c?"aaaaa??????____________________ ???__? -2147483640,8,0?{"l_-O?? "d,L?__c?-aaaaa??____________________ ?? -2147483640,8,0%0?/?_L???_8_?P?__c?"aaaaa???____________________ ???__ -2147483640,8,0*x %?gK?__^O#_Q?__c?"aaaaa??_ ____________________ ???__? -2147483640,8,0%h [email protected]/* */__c?"aaaaa??????____________________ ???__ -2147483640,8,0?W"1/4_O? ? q_lM?__c?"aaaaa??????____________________ ???__? -2147483640,8,0?{"l_-O?? "d,L?__c?-aaaaa??____________________ ??? -2147483640,8,0%0?/?_L???_8_?P?__c?"aaaaa??____________________ ???__ "All right," Kenner said. "This is more like it. "
"And these are?" Evans said.
"True coordinates. Presumably for the same locations. "
"Terror is Terror?" Evans said. He was starting to feel foolish.
Kenner said, "Yes. Were talking about Mount Terror, Peter. An inactive volcano. You have heard of it?"
"No. "
"Well, were going there. "
"Where is it?"
"I thought youd have guessed that by now," Kenner said. "Its in Antarctica, Peter. "
Chapter 29
II. TERROR
TO PUNTA ARENAS
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 5
9:44 P. M.
Van Nuys Airport sank beneath them. The jet turned south, crossing the flat, glowing expanse of the Los Angeles Basin. The flight attendant brought Evans coffee. On the little screen, it said 6,204 miles to destination. Flying time was nearly twelve hours.
The flight attendant asked them if they wanted dinner, and went off to prepare it.
"All right," Evans said. "Three hours ago, Im coming to help Sarah deal with a robbery. Now Im flying to Antarctica. Isnt it time somebody told me what this is about?"
Kenner nodded. "Have you heard of the Environmental Liberation Front? ELF?"
"No," Evans said, shaking his head.
"Not me," Sarah said.
"Its an underground extremist group. Supposedly made up of ex-Greenpeace and Earth First! types who thought those organizations had gone soft. ELF engages in violence on behalf of environmental causes. Theyve burned hotels in Colorado, houses on Long Island, spiked trees in Michigan, torched cars in California. "
Evans nodded. "I read about them amp;. The FBI and other law enforcement agencies cant infiltrate them because the organization consists of separate cells that never communicate with one another. "
"Yes," Kenner said. "Supposedly. But cell phone conversations have been recorded. Weve known for some time that the group was going global, planning a series of major events around the world, starting a few days from now. "
"What kind of events?"
Kenner shook his head. "That, we dont know. But we have reason to think theyll be bigand destructive. "
Sarah said, "What does this have to do with George Morton?"
"Funding," Kenner said. "If ELF is preparing actions around the world, they need a lot of money. The question is, where are they getting it?"
"Are you saying George has funded an extremist group?"
"Not intentionally. ELF is a criminal organization, but even so, radical groups like PETA fund them. Frankly, its a disgrace. But the question became whether better-known environmental groups were funding them, too. "
"Better-known groups? Like who?"
"Any of them," Kenner said.
"Wait a minute," Sarah said. "Are you suggesting that the Audubon Society and the Sierra Club fund terrorist groups?"
"No," Kenner said. "But Im telling you that nobody knows exactly what any of these groups do with their money. Because government oversight of foundations and charities is extraordinarily lax. They dont get audited. The books dont get inspected. Environmental groups in the US generate half a billion dollars a year. What they do with it is unsupervised. "
Evans frowned. "And George knew this?"
"When I met him," Kenner said, "he was already worrying about NERF. What it was doing with its money. It dispenses forty-four million dollars a year. "
Evans said, "Youre not going to tell me that NERF"
"Not directly," Kenner said. "But NERF spends nearly sixty percent of its money on fund-raising. It cant admit that, of course. Itd look bad. It gets around the numbers by contracting nearly all of its work to outside direct-mail advertisers and telephone solicitation groups. These groups have misleading names, like the International Wildlife Preservation Fundthats an Omaha-based direct-mail organization, that in turn outsources the work to Costa Rica. "
"Youre kidding," Evans said.
"No. I am not. And last year the IWPF spent six hundred fifty thousand dollars to gather information on environmental issues, including three hundred thousand dollars to something called the Rainforest Action and Support Coalition, RASC. Which turns out to be a drop box in Elmira, New York. And an equal sum to Seismic Services in Calgary, another drop box. "
"You mean amp;"
"A drop box. A dead end. That was the true basis of the disagreement between Morton and Drake. Morton felt that Drake wasnt minding the store. Thats why he wanted an external audit of the organization, and when Drake refused, Morton got really worried. Morton is on the NERF board; he has liability. So he hired a team of private investigators to investigate NERF. "
"He did?" Evans said.
Kenner nodded. "Two weeks ago. "
Evans turned to Sarah. "Did you know this?"
She looked away, then back. "He told me I couldnt tell anyone. "