A dazzling blue-white light pinned her from above. A helicopter—but she couldn’t hear any rotor noise, or see anything except the blinding spotlight as it approached.
“Dr. Wilde,” said a man’s voice, American-accented but unfamiliar. It seemed not to be coming from the helicopter but from all around her—or inside her head. “Do not move; remain still. I repeat, do not move or you will be killed.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered, frozen with fear. Some remaining rational part of her mind dredged an explanation from her memory: a few years earlier, an advertiser had experimented with a hypersonic loudspeaker in New York—only people standing in a small area were able to hear the commercials it played, while others just feet away heard nothing. She had even gone to experience it for herself. This was something similar, the helicopter’s occupants not wanting to rouse the entire valley.
But who were they?
The light came closer. Nina could now feel the down-draft from the rotors, but she still couldn’t hear any noise until it was almost upon her, when a low-frequency thrum filled the air. The light flicked off as the helicopter swept overhead and moved to land behind the cars, cutting off her escape route.
Not that she was planning to move. A strange numbness had rolled through her body, as if something within her had switched off to escape the pain. She watched the helicopter almost with disinterest, noting that it was a very strange-looking aircraft, unlike any chopper she had seen before: a flat matte black with a sharply pointed, seemingly windowless nose and an odd rotor assembly within a ring that rose above the fuselage like a halo. Some kind of stealth prototype? Whatever. She didn’t care.
A hatch opened in the helicopter’s featureless side, several men in all-black combat gear jumping out and rapidly securing the area. Two more men, their faces hidden behind black masks and night-vision goggles, advanced on her, silenced compact rifles flicking between her and the two bodies nearby. Once it was clear that neither Ribbsley nor di Bonaventura would be moving again, they came to a stop ten feet from Nina and fixed their guns on her, laser spots dancing over her chest.
Another man emerged from the helicopter. No mask, no camouflage; she saw he was wearing a suit and tie as he passed one of the lamps illuminating the platform, the light catching his face.
A face she knew well.
Victor Dalton. The president of the United States.
He stopped between the two men in black. “Dr. Wilde, hello again. You probably won’t believe me, but I’m glad to see you.”
“Go to hell,” Nina growled.
“No, really—I’ve been watching what was going on down here. I didn’t think you’d be the last person standing, but it’s worked out fairly well.” He walked to the railing near where Chase and Sophia had fallen and picked up a small white object: Sophia’s flash drive. “I even heard Sophia say this was the only copy.” He looked back at the helicopter. “It’s a hell of a machine, by the way. One of DARPA’s latest toys. Full array of surveillance gear, almost totally invisible to radar, and ninety percent quieter than a normal chopper. Lucky for me it was in Germany for NATO evaluation, or my trip would have attracted a lot more attention—officially, I’m on vacation at my estate in Virginia. I wanted to keep this whole thing quiet.” He took a step toward her. “Personal.”
Nina crawled away. “Stay back! What do you want?”
“This, for one,” he said, holding up the memory stick. “For another, what you’ve got in that case there. May I see it?” She didn’t respond immediately; one of the soldiers flashed his laser sight over her face. “Don’t expect me to ask twice, Dr. Wilde. For anything.”
Reluctantly, she opened it and took out a large plastic ziplock bag—inside which, still wrapped in the remains of its ancient shroud, was the skull. “Open it,” ordered Dalton. “Let me see.”
“Why do you want it?” she demanded as she unfastened the seal and began to peel away the cloth.
Dalton didn’t answer at first, watching as she carefully removed the shroud. The skeletal face was revealed beneath. She turned it toward the president. To her surprise, he appeared visibly discomfited. “So, it’s true,” he said. “The Covenant was right.”
“Yeah, it’s true,” said Nina. She got to her feet. Both soldiers tensed, rifles tracking her. A nod from Dalton and they eased off, slightly. “So why did you turn against them? And why did you destroy Eden?”
“Because it was in Sudan. Do you really think I’d let a group of backwater barbarians lay claim to it? Especially when it would give the foundation of the Christian faith to the Muslims.” He sneered in distaste. “Better no one has it than they do. As for the Covenant, every politician has skeletons in their closet, and the Covenant has taken advantage for decades. It was time that situation ended. I should thank you and Chase for that much, at least—between you, you’ve decapitated the entire organization.” He glanced at di Bonaventura. “There’ll be others to replace them, but right now the Covenant’s in total chaos. It’ll take awhile for them to recover—and by then, it won’t matter.”
“What do you mean?”
“You were making a deal with him,” said Dalton. “Well, now you get to make that same deal with me. Only there won’t be any pussyfooting around, gradually preparing the world for the Veteres. As soon as the DNA analysis confirms what that thing really is, you’ll be back at the IHA announcing what you’ve discovered—a nonhuman race that was the basis of the Book of Genesis.”
Nina regarded him with growing suspicion. “So … what’s the catch?”
“Catch number one is that if you don’t agree, you die right here and we find someone else to do it. But we’d prefer for it to be you; you’ve got the credibility.”
“Who’s ‘we’?”
“Catch number two,” he went on, ignoring her question, “is that in making that announcement, you’ll become the most hated person on the planet.”
Some of her old defiance returned. “What, even more than the president of the United States?”
A brief smirk. “Presidents are hated for political reasons. With you, it’ll be personal. You’ll be telling billions of people that their deeply held beliefs are wrong, that the basis of their entire religion is false, and that you can prove it. They won’t like that.”
“If I can prove it …” Nina began, before realizing where he was heading.
“There are people who believe the earth was created in 4004 B.C., that fossils are fakes put there by God to test their faith, that there were dinosaurs aboard Noah’s Ark, that they can talk to ghosts, that a UFO crashed in Roswell. It doesn’t matter what ‘proof’ you show them otherwise: they have their beliefs, and they won’t change them. These are the people who will consider the revelation of the Veteres as a personal attack on their faith. Not just in America but all over the world.”
“And what does that gain you?” she asked. “Sounds like you want to stir up the Danish cartoon riots, times a thousand.”
“More than that. We want to stir up the entire world. Religion against science. Religion against religion. Believers against atheists. Individual countries against the United Nations. And the outside world against the United States. And you, as a scientist, a part of the U.N., an American, will be the lightning rod for it all.”
“I don’t think I like your deal,” Nina said quietly.
“You don’t have a choice. Either you do what we say or you die.”
“But why?” Nina cried, the numbness swept away by a resurgence of emotion. “This is insane! Why would you want to turn the world against America?”
“To protect it!” said Dalton, a flash of fervor in his eyes. “There are too many people pulling in too many different directions, and in the end they’re going to tear the country apart. But this will splinter the outside world—and bring America together. The silent majority will finally speak with one voice. A God-fearing, American, Christian voice. Not Catholic, not Jewish, and certainly not Muslim.”
“Last I heard, Cath
olics are Christians.”
“Who give their loyalty to Rome, not their country. It’s time America was unified against threats from inside and out. One voice, one God, one people.”
“You actually have the arrogance to say you speak for every Christian in America?” Nina held up the skull. “And you think all that will happen just because of this? You think the American people are that frightened and gullible?”
Dalton looked smug. “The people believe whatever they’re told because they have faith in something else: the system. They want—they need to believe it works, that their faith is justified. So what the leaders say, the followers accept.”
“Because it’s easier and safer than having their beliefs challenged, huh?” said Nina. “Well, you know what I put my faith in? I put my faith in the people. To be better than that.”
“You’re going to be sorely disappointed, Dr. Wilde.” He took another step toward her. “But enough philosophical discussion. You’re either with me or against me. And believe me, you don’t want to be against me.”
“I sure as hell don’t want to be with you.”
“Your choice.” He nodded at the soldiers. Their rifles came back up, laser spots rock steady over her heart.
She whipped out one arm and held the skull over the edge of the platform. The shroud fell away into the spray below. “If I drop this, you’ve got nothing. No proof of the Veteres, so no way to set the world on fire.”
Dalton shook his head. “I’ll be in exactly the same place as before. The Covenant’s been crippled, and I’ve got Sophia’s recording. And what I’ve told you will happen will happen, one way or another. This was just an unexpected bonus, a way we can advance our time frame.”
“There’s that ‘we’ again,” Nina said. “Who are ‘we’?”
“As I said, there are leaders and there are followers.”
“So which are you?”
That seemed to sting him, his superior expression turning to irritation. “I warned you, I won’t ask twice, Dr. Wilde. Face it: you’ve lost everything. Your job, your fiancé … Do you want to lose your life as well?”
The laser points moved up to her face. She closed her eyes—and just for a moment saw Chase, smiling at her from the darkness. Everything they had shared over the past three years flowed through her mind: the adventures, laughter and tears, exhilaration and fears, the highs and lows of the roller-coaster ride that had been their relationship. And through it all, the love underpinning it all. Whatever differences they had, in the end he had always been there for her. A friend, a lover …
A guide.
She knew what she had to do. What he would do.
Nina opened her eyes and met Dalton’s. Her gaze was unwavering, resolute. Fearless.
For the briefest moment, his eyes flickered with the realization of failure.
She opened her fingers.
The skull dropped into the void. There was a faint crack as it hit a protruding rock and shattered, the fragments caught by the wind and vanishing into the empty waters.
Nobody moved. The soldiers still had their guns fixed on Nina, who stared unblinkingly at Dalton. He looked back, until finally turning away with a small grunt almost of amusement. A gesture, and the two men lowered their weapons.
“Well?” Nina demanded, breathing heavily.
One of the soldiers turned questioningly to Dalton. “Sir?”
“Leave her,” said Dalton. He met Nina’s eyes again. “You’ve got nothing, Nina. No concrete proof, just a few photographs—and they’ll be debunked as fakes, I can guarantee that. The news networks will make you a laughingstock before you even open your mouth. You’ll just be another crank, a has-been who had her moment—then went off the rails.” The smug smirk returned. “Living with that will be worse than killing you.”
“This isn’t over,” Nina insisted.
“Oh, it is.” He spoke to the nearest soldier. “Get rid of these bodies and clean up.”
“And her?” the man asked.
“Like I said, leave her.” He started toward the helicopter before delivering a parting shot over his shoulder: “There’s a two-seat F-15 waiting for me in Germany—I’ll be back in Virginia before breakfast. As for you … I wouldn’t be in any rush to get home. You won’t enjoy the reception. Good-bye, Dr. Wilde.”
He disappeared into the black helicopter’s red-lit interior. The soldiers quickly scooped the two corpses into body bags, one man using a high-pressure spray of some pungent chemical to disperse the blood. The guns were retrieved, even the leather case and ziplock bag taken away. The whole process required barely two minutes before the last soldier boarded the chopper, which left the ground without even waiting for the hatch to fully close. The aircraft swung over Nina’s head, blasting her with a hot wind before being swallowed by the dark sky, the thud of its rotors fading within moments.
She stared after it, left alone.
Completely alone. Dalton was right. She had nothing. No proof.
No Chase.
Slumping against the railing, she began to weep.
EPILOGUE
New York City
Nina blankly watched the endless bustle of Manhattan passing the coffee shop’s window with a feeling of complete disconnection. Even though she was surrounded by crowds, she was isolated, alone. Hollow.
It was now three weeks since she’d faced Dalton at the waterfall, two weeks and six days since she had endured a hostile interrogation at JFK and an unpleasant confrontation with a press pack of mocking jackals as she emerged from the gate, all prepped with questions about her suspension—now permanent—and the deaths she had caused and her crazy theories, which were an insult to every decent American. Dalton’s people had done their job well, a preemptive smearing to make her look like a fool, a dangerous crank, a joke.
She didn’t care. About anything. Nothing mattered anymore.
The media interest had died down quickly, simply because she had nothing to say. Cable news pundits still reviled her every so often, but the mainstream media had moved on. Disgraced scientists were less of a draw than drunken actors or pregnant singers or the contestants in the latest talent show. It had been two days since anyone had either recognized or insulted her in the street. Dr. Nina Wilde was old news. Forgotten.
She stared into her coffee cup, swirling the last dregs around its bottom. Her reflected face looked back at her without expression.
That, she understood all too well, was just a facade, a shell. She couldn’t allow herself to feel anything. Because if she did, she knew what emotion would consume her.
Despair.
She had thought her anguish would fade over time. She had been wrong. Instead it had mutated, a cancerous tumor in her psyche, poisoning every moment. It took all her willpower not to give in to it … but in moments of loneliness, she couldn’t stop the awful darkness from rising.
She gulped down the final mouthful of coffee, then summoned the strength to return to the apartment. The empty apartment. Sometimes she kept walking the streets of Manhattan for hours to avoid having to go back to it, but in the end she always did … because she had nowhere else to go.
Nina was walking to the door when something made her pause. Dalton’s name.
It was hardly the first time she had heard it since returning, loss and loathing flooding back at each occurrence. But there was something different about it now, a buzz as it spread through the customers. She turned. People were talking on phones, scanning news pages on laptops, spreading the word. She tried to pick out details through the growing hubbub.
“—the president—”
“—he slept with—”
“—terrorist—”
“—might have to resign—”
“—a video—”
“—all over the Internet—”
“—I found it, I got it here!”
People clustered around one man, who tilted his laptop’s screen so they could watch. Nina hesitated, then joined them. She could
barely see the screen through the throng, but a glimpse was enough.
She turned away, heading for the exit as the grainy video of Sophia Blackwood and Victor Dalton, faces and naked bodies clearly visible, played.
“Where did it come from?”
“I dunno, but it’s all over the place. YouTube already pulled the original, but there’s hundreds of copies up, it’s on the torrents, everywhere!”
“Is that—that’s her, isn’t it? The bitch who tried to nuke us?”
“Is that really the president? It can’t be. Can it?”
“It’s him, it’s really him!”
The voices faded behind Nina as she left the shop and stood on the street. The word was here too, a verbal virus leaping from person to person. Shock, laughter, disbelief, intrigue—everyone had a different reaction.
But everyone had a reaction. Everyone knew.
Nina hurried toward her apartment, the tiniest seed of an emotion she hadn’t felt for some time taking root inside her.
Hope.
By the time she reached home, every shop-window TV, every radio blaring from a passing cab, every overheard cell phone conversation was about the same thing.
The president of the United States had been filmed in flagrante. That he hadn’t been president at the time was not relevant; that the woman with him not only was not his wife but had almost succeeded in detonating a nuclear bomb in New York most certainly was. The video had spread across the Internet in a matter of hours, a digital hydra spawning new heads exponentially. A news story so big that whatever a network’s political biases, it could not be ignored.
Nina rushed to the TV. She had avoided the news channels since her return, but now she sought them out. There was only one story.
A caption told her she was watching a live broadcast from the White House press room, the familiar blue curtains behind a flustered man in a suit: the White House press secretary. Questions were being shouted at him, voices overlapping. “One at a time, one at a time!” he cried, almost pleading. “You, Pete. One at a time.”
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