get a little unstable.”
“I think they’re pretty unstable right now,” interjected Puller.
“So would those infected in that way be able to infect others by just breathing on them, or will it require a transfer of bodily fluids, or touching someone else?” asked Knox.
“I can’t answer that definitively, because we’ve never been faced with something like this. I have our people here working on it, but don’t expect a fast answer. Scientists aren’t wired that way. But, worst case, I think we have to assume that those infected through the air can in turn infect others the same way: a cough, a sneeze. Which means a serious multiplier effect. Thousands. Hundreds of thousands. It would be like a Hollywood disaster movie.”
“So canisters that have been aerosolized, like oxygen containers?” said Puller.
Johnson nodded. “Yes. I’ve seen photos of the ones that Aust found. That’s exactly what they look like. And you think they might be deployed somewhere in this area?”
“D.C. is the capital. If you want to make a big statement, where else would you do it?” said Puller.
“But where, Puller?” asked Knox. “There are too many targets to cover.”
Johnson said, “Now, many obvious targets have air monitors, which will detect numerous airborne pathogens and also any deviation in the typical makeup of the air moving through a facility. Many significant military installations have them. The White House, DHS facilities—the list goes on and on. If a deviation or specific pathogen is detected, the air system is immediately shut down and a whole host of procedures will kick in, including possible evacuation or even quarantine, depending on what exactly is in the air.”
“Well, that’s some comfort,” said Knox.
“But again, I’m not sure if many of the monitors deployed now could pick up aerosolized Ebola, since we were not aware such a biological agent existed.”
“Okay, there goes the comfort factor right out the window,” said Knox.
Puller’s phone rang. It was his brother. He moved to a corner of the room and filled Robert in on what Johnson had told them.
“Weaponized Ebola disseminated through the air is some serious shit, John.”
“So I gather. Our problem is we know it’s out there. We just don’t know where the target is. And even if we narrow it down to this area—and I could be totally wrong on that—it’s still a lot of options. And I don’t think they want to go public with this because of the panic.”
“Well, I can’t say I can blame them on that,” replied Robert. “But I have been giving it some thought. And I’ve made some phone calls.”
“You made phone calls?” said a surprised Puller.
“Yeah. Pretending I was you. We sound alike, bro, in case you hadn’t noticed. Anyway, I got hold of one guy at Leavenworth, a Command Sergeant Major Tim McCutcheon. He said he had spoken to you before.”
“Right. He was the one who told us about Ivo Mesic hightailing it out of there on the day the Ukrainian tried to kill you at DB. Why did you want to talk to him?”
“Because he has records on the Foreign Military Studies program.”
“And why does that interest you?”
“Because I think it interested Ivo Mesic. Or Anton Bok, rather.”
“I’m not following you, Bobby,” said a clearly frustrated Puller. “And I’m running out of time here, so just tell it to me as straight as you can.”
“I think Bok was at Leavenworth for more than just a way to get my purported killer onto the base. He strikes me as a multitasker who would not waste time sitting in a classroom for a full month. I think he was there to learn what he needed to learn.”
“And what was that?”
“His studies included some interesting subjects in the American military world. But one in particular got my attention.”
“What was that?”
“A course titled ‘American Command and Control: A History of the Pentagon.’ The course also included quite a fascinating and in-depth study of the facility itself. Quite in-depth. How everything runs, Junior. From the cafeterias to the HVAC. From the five rings to the BioWatch program.”
“Are you serious?”
“I think in the future we might want to be a little more guarded with our information, particularly for those who wear a different uniform.”
“Thanks, Bobby.”
Knox, who had overheard some of this, rushed over. “What is it?”
Puller was already hammering the number on his phone keypad.
“This is CWO John Puller. I need to talk to General Aaron Rinehart, and I need him right now.”
The voice asked him what it was in reference to.
“Doomsday,” said Puller. “Just tell him it’s about Doomsday.”
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AS THEY ARRIVED at the Pentagon it was now early morning and streams of people were heading to work inside the building. Rinehart met Puller and Knox at one of the entrances with members from the Pentagon Force Protection Agency and several men dressed in biohazard uniforms. They had two golf carts with them. Puller took a couple minutes to fill everyone in on what they might be confronting.
“Weaponized Ebola?’ said the head of the Protection Agency, a man named Ted Pritchard. “Aerosolized? So introduced through our HVAC system?”
“Yes,” said Puller.
Pritchard said, “But we have air monitors all over this place. Exterior intakes, internally placed. The system can detect deviations and foreign particulates. Including Ebola.”
“But even if it detects it, people can still be infected by the time the system shuts down,” said Puller.
“Where the hell do you think it is?” barked Rinehart.
When Puller didn’t say anything, Pritchard said, “We have seven floors, including two below ground, six and a half million square feet, twenty-nine acres, and seventeen and a half miles of corridors. And thousands of people working here. It’s not a needle in a haystack. It’s a needle in the middle of a freaking farm.”
Puller said, “The last time I was here I nearly got run over by someone hauling a cart full of oxygen canisters. Where would they go?”
Rinehart looked at Pritchard. “Do you have the answer to that?”
“The E Ring is where the senior officers have their offices. When renovation work was done it was configured to be sealed off and then piped to carry an emergency backup oxygen system.”
“Command and control,” said Puller quietly. He turned to Pritchard. “Where is the oxygen supply for this backup system?”
“Let’s go.”
The Pentagon consisted of five concentric pentagonal rings intersected by ten radial corridors. Its original cost was eighty-three million dollars and the structure had been built in only sixteen months during America’s involvement in the Second World War. Though enormous, it was designed so that one could travel between any two points in the building in seven minutes.
In the golf carts Puller and company made it in four minutes. During the ride Puller said in a low voice to Rinehart, “James Schindler is dead.”
Rinehart showed enormous self-restraint at this news. “How do you know that?” he said in a low voice.
Puller went on to explain what had happened in the apartment building.
“I heard about that on the news,” Rinehart said, shaking his head. “But I had no idea Jim was involved.”
“It’s going to take a while to ID him,” said Puller grimly. “But I was there and I was nearly killed too.”
“Reynolds?”
“She was there as well, but got away.”
“I want to hear all about it, Puller. But not now.”
“Right.”
The site of the oxygen supply was on the basement level near Corridor 3. The door to the room was locked. They unlocked it and poured in.
“Over there,” said Pritchard, pointing. There was a cluster of oxygen tanks in the center of the room.
“What do we look for?�
� asked Rinehart.
Puller examined the canisters. “These look like they’ve been here a while. And they’re a different color from the ones I saw. Green, not silver. Can you check?”
Pritchard hurried over to a computer screen built into the wall and punched in a password and then hit some other keys. He read off the screen and turned to Puller. “They were last replaced about two months ago.”
“Is there another place where these canisters are kept?”
“No sir.”
“But that’s not possible. I was here recently and I saw a cartload of canisters. I was almost run down by them.”
“Well, they weren’t delivered here.”
Rinehart grabbed Puller by the shoulder. “Do you think you’ve read this incorrectly? It might not be here at all, Puller. We could be wasting valuable time.”
Knox looked at him. “But you said you saw the cart with the canisters when you were here?”
He nodded and pointed at Rinehart. “You were with me, sir. Don’t you remember seeing it? I grabbed you when you stumbled getting out of the way.”
Rinehart thought for a few seconds and then his eyes widened. “I do remember that. There was a motorized cart hauling what looked like oxygen tanks.”
Puller turned to Pritchard. “Where would they be going with those?”
“I’m not sure.”
Knox said, “Well, it’s not here.”
They rushed from the room. Puller started walking full bore down the corridor while the others climbed into the carts and followed him. Knox stayed on foot and caught up to him.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“I’m hoping I see something that will lead to something else.”
“But are you looking for anything in particular?”
“Yeah. Another way to disseminate the virus.”
“But what could that be if it’s not in the air ducts? That’s how you deploy an aerosolized bioweapon.”
But Puller wasn’t listening to her. He had stopped walking and was staring off.
Rinehart leapt off one of the carts and grabbed Puller’s arm.
“Do we need to evacuate, Puller? It’s the damn Pentagon. It’ll take time.”
Puller wasn’t listening to him either. He hustled over to a wall and snatched off a piece of paper that had been taped there. He read down it and then looked over at the group of men.
“You’re having a fire drill today?”
“Yes,” said Pritchard. He looked at his watch. “In about eight minutes. Why?”
“And you didn’t think to mention it!” barked Puller.
Pritchard bristled. “You said the Ebola would be carried through our air ducts. No one mentioned anything about our fire suppression system.”
“We don’t have time for a pissing contest,” snapped Knox.
Puller said, “You have sprinkler systems throughout the building?”
Pritchard pointed to the ceiling. They all looked up and saw a metal sprinkler head. “It was part of the renovation that was taking place before 9/11. Ironically, the part that got hit by the plane had been the first to be renovated. It’s the primary reason the building didn’t immediately collapse when the jet hit it. We had exponentially strengthened the structure. God was looking out for us that day, despite everything.”
“Well, let’s hope he’s on duty today too,” said Puller.
“But, Puller,” exclaimed Knox. “You can’t deploy an aerosolized weapon through a sprinkler system.”
“We just assumed that it was aerosolized because everyone said it was. Johnson said they hadn’t even started to examine the canisters that Aust found. They don’t know what’s in there. But you can carry water as well as air inside canisters. And you don’t have monitors on the sprinkler system, do you?”
Pritchard shook his head. “Water is water. It comes from a dedicated pipe for the fire suppression system.”
“So it’s separate from the drinking water?” said Puller.
“Yes. It only goes to the sprinkler system. It was designed that way so we wouldn’t have to worry about not having enough water pressure in the event of a fire.”
“Well, maybe today water isn’t just water. And water will actually cover everyone better then sending it through the air ducts,” noted Knox. She looked up at the sprinkler head. “The water will go everywhere, contaminate every surface. Get into every opening in someone’s skin or eyes or mouth. It’ll be a nightmare. And but for us being here they’d never know they were getting hit with Ebola instead of just H2O.”
Rinehart said, “But how would they tie it into the pipe? And how will they turn it on?”
“The second answer is easy,” said Puller. “And maybe the first answer too. When the fire drill starts, an alarm will go off, right?”
Pritchard nodded. “Correct. The alarm will sound.”
“And people will have to evacuate?”
“Can we hurry this up?” barked Knox, but Puller held up his hand, waiting for Pritchard’s answer.
“No. It would be too disruptive for a simple drill. Folks are supposed to report to certain areas that they would go to in preparation for evacuation. There they’ll get a rundown on what to do and where to evacuate in the event of an actual emergency.”
“Okay, but the sprinklers won’t come on?”
“No, of course not,” replied Pritchard.
Puller said, “Well, this time I think they will. The alarm goes off and the water turns on. People would just think it was some mechanical error. Or maybe an actual fire that just happened to occur. Or maybe some electrical short with the fire alarm system.”
Knox added, “And lots of them might go home, change clothes.”
“And contaminate thousands of more people, who would in turn contaminate thousands more,” said Puller. “And the Pentagon would be contaminated for years. It would be unusable. No one would want to come back in here. Have to hand it to these bastards, they did think this through.”
Rinehart said, “We have less than seven minutes, Puller!”
Puller grabbed Pritchard by the arm. “Where is the intake pipe?”
“This way! We’ll be there in three minutes.”
They jumped into the carts and sped off. People walking down the halls turned to stare after them, obviously sensing that something was amiss.
As they drove along Rinehart said anxiously, “People are starting to get nervous, Puller.”
“They can be nervous. We just have to stop them from being dead.”
“But should we evac—”
“General, for all I know they have eyes on this place. We start a mass exodus and they could accelerate what they’re planning. Unless you know of a way to sneak thousands of people out of this building.”
Rinehart shut his mouth and stared ahead, his brow sweaty and his eyes full of worry.
When Pritchard unlocked the door to the large water main room, Puller and the others began frantically searching the space. Puller found it, cleverly concealed in some metal framework built around the massive water pipe supplying the sprinkler system. The three silver canisters had been attached to the pipe such that they would feed directly into the water going to the sprinklers.
“How often do they check this area?” asked Puller.
“I’m not sure,” said Pritchard. “Probably not that often. There would be no need to more than perhaps monthly.”
“Even though there’s a fire drill today?” said Knox.
“It’s only a drill. No one expects water or the sprinklers to come on. They just want to test the alarms and make sure people follow the evac plan. The alarm control center is located in another part of the building.”
“Should we just pull the canisters off?” said Rinehart.
Puller shook his head. “It’ll take too long. And they might be booby-trapped. In fact, I’d be stunned if they weren’t.”
“What if we cancel the drill,” suggested Rinehart.
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