by Bob Mayer
Riley crossed the last few meters to the bush, taking care not to trample the tracks. He could now see what was under the bush. He scanned the far side of the bush and the far slope. Nothing. If there had been anything else, they would have spotted it on the first trip.
Riley took a deep breath, then signaled the team to assemble nearby. He turned and gestured for Ward and Freeman to move up.
“Don’t step in the tracks,” Riley warned as the two came forward across the creek. He pointed at the bush. “There are your collars, or what’s left of them.”
Chapter Four
VICINITY LAKE BARKLEY 12:06 P.M.
Freeman held the remains of the collars in his hands. “What’s going on, Doctor?” There were four half pieces of metal, the ends cleanly cut.
Ward took the pieces and examined them. “These had to have been sawed off prior to getting blown. It looks like the part with the fuse and transceiver in it was destroyed but the other side was okay.”
“How did they get sawed off?”
Ward shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“Whoever took the Synbats had to have done it. Most likely the security guard, if he was in on it.”
Ward didn’t believe that Stan Lowry had been part of the escape, but Freeman was right: The fact that the collars had been cut off increased the possibility. Maybe someone had even been behind the power failure. Ward reminded himself to look more closely at the computer records when he returned to the lab.
For the moment, Ward was simply glad that the Synbats were apparently still alive. He told Freeman: “It doesn’t matter how they got out and who removed the collars. The problem is that we still have to track them down and catch them as soon as possible. I’ve got the tranquilizer rifles at the lab. We can use those to put them to sleep and bring them in. The army guys can take care of whoever stole them and took off their collars.”
Freeman frowned. “I’ll let you tranquilize them if you can, but I’m going to tell these men to shoot if there’s any danger of the creatures getting away.”
Ward realized that this was the best compromise he was going to get; he nodded his acceptance.
Thirty meters away, at the side of the stream, Riley was fielding questions from his curious team. “What was under that bush, chief?”
Riley glanced over where Ward and Freeman were still arguing, then swung his attention back to the team to answer Doc Seay’s question. “There’s four half circles of metal that look like they were part of the collars Doctor Ward told us about. There was also a small blackened area. From what I could see, it looks like the collars were cut off the monkeys before they were detonated.”
Riley addressed Trovinsky, the team’s senior weapons man. “Ski, take a look at those tracks where they come out of the creek there and tell me what you think.”
Trovinsky walked over to the bank. He was a wiry man with a hatchet-shaped face framed by short black hair. Since Trovinsky spent most of his off-duty time hunting or fishing, Riley figured that he might have some idea what had made the tracks.
After a few minutes of examination, Trovinsky came back, shaking his head. “I don’t know, chief. Never seen anything like them. From the impressions, I’d say you got something big — about a hundred thirty to a hundred fifty pounds, walking on two legs. I’ve never seen monkey tracks before, but I imagine that’s what they are. There’s four distinct sets, two larger, two smaller.
“From the condition of the edge of the impressions, I’d estimate they were here about eight to ten hours ago. It’s rained since they were made, so we’re talking prior to dawn.”
Riley considered the information as he waited for Ward and Freeman to finish their hushed discussion. The two appeared finally to agree on something and came over to where the team was circled up. Riley noticed that both men were more nervous than before. Things weren’t so clean-cut now, Riley thought. Plan A was down the tubes. Time for plan B, whatever that was.
Freeman spoke first. “It looks like somebody removed the monkeys’ collars. Since there are no bodies here, we have to assume that the collars were cut off before the charge was initiated and the monkeys are still alive.”
“I thought you said they escaped,” said Knutz. “Are you saying now that someone stole the monkeys and cut off the collars?”
Freeman sighed. “From the original data at the lab we didn’t think so, but based on this I’d have to admit there is a possibility that someone did break in and steal them. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”
Well, that certainly changes things, Riley thought. Still, something didn’t sit right. He decided to point out the obvious. “If they were stolen, why aren’t there any human tracks here?”
Ward slid his tongue over his lips. “We don’t know what happened, so we can’t answer that. The important thing now is that we find the monkeys as quickly as possible. I need to get back to my lab and get the tranquilizer guns so we can capture them.”
Riley shook his head. “These tracks were made before dawn. That means they’ve got at least a six-hour lead on us. If someone stole them, they would have had a vehicle nearby and already be long gone. Maybe their plans went to shit and they’re on foot for some reason. Maybe these monkeys escaped from the people who broke them out. I don’t know, but whatever the reason, we can’t afford to wait for you to go back to the lab. If you’re serious about catching these monkeys, we’ve got to move after them now.”
Riley wondered why Doctor Ward was so anxious to get these particular monkeys back alive. Surely they would have other samples of the modified VX virus back in the lab. Riley waited for a response to his suggestion. He could tell that the DIA agent and the doctor were at odds regarding the best way to handle this.
Riley was surprised when Doc Seay’s quiet voice cut in. “If those monkeys are carrying a laboratory-manufactured strain of the VX virus, we can’t afford to let them run around. There isn’t even a working vaccine for the old strain, never mind a new one. We’ve got to go after them before they get too far. If someone has stolen them, the only reason I can figure is because that person wants the new strain. I have some worries about that person’s motives. Maybe something went wrong and the monkeys escaped from whoever freed them. I don’t know. All I do know is that I agree with the chief — we can’t waste any more time.”
Riley nodded his agreement. Seay was a good man, and on the few occasions he gave advice, Riley paid attention. The slightly balding, skinny medic was one of the smartest people Riley had ever met. And Seay had common sense, a more important commodity than pure intelligence, in Riley’s opinion.
Freeman proposed a compromise. “How about if I go with the team after the monkeys and Doctor Ward goes back to the lab with one of your men to get the rifles? Then they can fly out here on one of the helicopters.”
Riley gestured around at the forest. “There’s no place for a helicopter to land around here, sir.” He pulled out the map and looked at it. “But the bird might be able to touch down where this creek runs into the lake. The map shows an open area.”
Riley turned to his team. “T-bone, you go back with the doctor. When we hear the bird coming in, I’ll send someone down to that open area to meet you and guide you back to wherever we’re at.” He pointed at his senior weapons man, Trovinsky. “Mike, check out that area where the collars were and see if you can find the monkeys’ tracks leading away.”
Trovinsky walked over to the bush, and Ward and T-bone took off to the east. Riley waited until they were out of sight before he turned to Freeman. “What were you two arguing about, sir? This whole thing is getting kind of flaky.”
Freeman shook his head. “It doesn’t make much sense to me either. That’s what I was talking to Doctor Ward about. We don’t know whether the monkeys escaped or if they were stolen. Who would have done that and why they would still be in the area, I don’t know.”
“Maybe one of those radical animal rights groups did it,” Doc Seay suggested. “When I was going
through the med lab portion of the Q-course at Bragg, some of those people tried to break in and free the goats we were using to study wound trauma.”
Freeman shook his head. “The presence of monkeys at this lab is classified, as is everything that goes on there. I doubt if any animal rights group could have found out about it. Regardless, if you see the monkeys, you’re authorized to shoot to stop them from escaping. Attempt to detain any people if they are involved.”
Riley addressed the team standing around him. “I want everyone to lock and load. A round in the chamber and the weapon on safe. Like the man said: You see the monkeys and they try to get away, you shoot and stop them.”
The air filled with the sound of magazines slamming into weapons and the slap of bolts being released.
Trovinsky yelled from his position, about ten meters behind the bush. “I’ve got tracks moving upstream. Same as the ones going in.”
Riley led the team over. “Any sign of human tracks?”
Trovinsky shook his head. “Nothing. With the rain we had last night, there should be some sign if people were with the monkeys.”
Riley gestured for the men to spread out in a wedge. “Let’s move out.”
Following Trovinsky, the team began moving up the east side of Williams Hollow Creek.
BIOTECH ENGINEERING
12:56 P.M.
After reaching the dirt road, Ward had turned south, heading down to Route 64 and then following that up to the lab. Going that way instead of cross-country had saved a considerable amount of time. Ward had ignored the few questions that the Special Forces soldier asked when they first started out, and the rest of the trip had been made in silence. He was busy thinking, trying to figure out how the collars could have been cut off. He had to acknowledge the growing possibility that someone had survived the break-in. It would explain several of the more unusual factors they’d discovered so far. But the Synbats must have gotten away from that person, since there were no human tracks where they’d found the collars. But if no humans were present, how were the collars cut off?
Ward was still grappling with that problem when they turned into the lab parking lot. Two plain white vans with government plates had joined the other three vehicles there. The vans were unmarked and had tinted windows in the front, preventing him from looking in the vehicles. Ward told the soldier to stay with the helicopters and he entered the building.
Merrit was still at her position behind the counter. A tall man wearing unmarked khaki pants and shirt was with her. Ward didn’t recognize the stranger. The man had dark hair flecked with gray, and a patrician face. His bearing and stance immediately suggested to Ward that this man was military. Merrit and the stranger turned from the portable computer and faced Ward as he strode in.
Merrit stood up and gestured. “Doctor Ward, this is Mister Lewis. He’s — “
The man interrupted in a voice accustomed to command. “That’s Colonel Lewis. I’m the DIA chief of CONUS security. I just flew in from Washington to Fort Campbell by military flight along with my team and our vans. My men are downstairs right now sweeping up.”
Ward wondered what Lewis meant by “sweeping up.” But he didn’t have time to waste — he needed to get back out into the woods.
Ward stuck out his hand. “Nice to meet you. You’ll excuse me if I don’t have time to talk with you right now. I have to get our tranquilizer rifles and go back out.”
Lewis didn’t shake the offered hand. “Slow down, Doctor. I thought the creatures were terminated by remote detonation.”
“We did do that, but we just found the collars out in the woods and no bodies. It looks like the collars were somehow cut off prior to detonation. The Synbats are still alive. The soldiers and your man Freeman are tracking them. Now, if...”
Ward paused. Four men carrying a body bag pushed open the doors to the corridor and walked by with their bundle.
Lewis watched as the two men went outside and threw the bag into the back of a van. One of the men got into the pickup truck and the two vehicles drove off. Lewis turned his attention back to Ward. “Doctor Merrit has filled me in on what she knows. Perhaps you’d better give me your version, and then tell me what’s presently going on out there in the woods.”
Ward shook his head. “I’ve got to get back out there. The —“
Lewis held up a hand. “Doctor, let me explain something to you. This may have been your lab but I’m in charge here now. You’ve got a fuckup on your hands and my job is to clean up the mess. Freeman knows to kill those things if he spots them. In fact, he made a mistake by even allowing you to think we’d let you tranquilize them. Those things have already killed. If they attack some civilian, it will make the situation that much worse. Just their existence being discovered is unacceptable.”
The colonel poked a finger in Ward’s chest. “Listen closely. This is the way it’s going to work from here on out. I’ve already explained it to Doctor Merrit. I ask the questions. You give the answers. I tell you what to do. You do it without question.”
He stared hard at Ward. “If you have a problem with that, you can pick up the phone and call General Trailers. Let me warn you before you do that, though, that you’re not a very popular person with the general right now. Congress is looking to kill the Black Budget programs, and your screwup here could hand them the scalpel they need.”
“This wasn’t my fault,” Ward defended himself. “Those people — whoever they were — broke in and tried to steal the Synbats. The security — “
“Those people,” Lewis interrupted, “were three convicts from Eddyville State Prison who escaped last night. We have a positive ID on the remains. We’re holding that information from the local authorities because they’re our ace in the hole in case your creatures do some more damage out there in the real world. Those bodies not being discovered gives us a very convenient cover story.”
Ward seemed stunned. “But what about the security guard?”
“I don’t know about that yet,” Lewis admitted. “Those convicts had to have gotten down here from Eddyville somehow. Maybe they had someone else with them. I don’t know. I’ve got people checking on that right now.
“We haven’t had a chance to analyze everything yet, so we don’t know what happened, but we’ll worry about that when we get this thing under control.”
Lewis sat on the edge of the desk. “Now. That helicopter isn’t going anywhere until I say so. And I’m not going to say so until I know what’ s happening. So. Fill me in.”
ROUTE 139, NORTH OF THE TENNESSEE BORDER
1:08 P.M.
Kentucky State Trooper Mike Truscott had his service revolver lying in his lap ready for use as he slowly cruised down the road. The manhunt for the escapees from Eddyville was concentrated along the interstate, but Truscott had been detached to check out the area in the vicinity of the Land Between the Lakes. All morning he’d cruised the entire length of the Trace, the road running up the middle of the LBL, and now he was moving east, closer to the suspected path of the escapees. People in the local area were very nervous, because two of the three escapees — Billy Hill and Chico Lopez — were convicted murderers.
As Truscott topped a small rise, he spotted tire tracks rolling off the hard tar into mud on the right side of the road. He slowed and pulled to a halt, peering off to the left where the back side of a van was visible through the trees. He called in his location and the situation, grabbed his shotgun, and exited the patrol car.
The back doors of the van were shut and the windows blacked out, so he edged around the driver’s side, muzzle of the shotgun leading. He stepped up, pointing the gun directly at the glass, and stared in. A woman was in the driver’s seat, staring directly ahead, her hands gripping the wheel. Truscott would later tell his buddies over a few beers that it appeared she was still driving the van in her mind, because her hands were twitching on the steering wheel, trying to maneuver as if she saw a turn in the road.
Truscott tapped on the glass wi
th the shotgun; the woman ignored him. He’d seen many victims in shock after accidents but never anything quite like this. Putting down the shotgun, he grabbed the panel door and slid it open. He lunged for his shotgun as the body of an overweight man rolled out the door onto the wet grass.
VICINITY LAKE BARKLEY
1:23 P.M.
Williams Hollow ran northeast from Lake Barkley. After twenty minutes, the team had reached the end of the draw, where the tracks had turned north. They’d been following them in this direction for fifteen minutes.
Riley was impressed with the tracking job Trovinsky was doing. The wet ground obviously helped, but in places the trail traversed old leaves or rocky areas and Trovinsky was still able to stay on track.
They were walking along the edge of a ridge when Trovinsky halted. He turned and signaled for Riley to come up.
“What do you have?”
Trovinsky indicated some matted grass at the base of a tree. “They must have slept here for a while.”
Trovinsky edged around the tree with Riley following. He pointed at some droppings. “Now we’ll get an idea of how long ago they were here.”
Trovinsky poked at the feces with his knife and the lumps broke apart. “I’d say they were here not more than two hours ago. This hasn’t had a chance to harden much yet. I’ve followed deer when I bow hunt and use the same method to tell how far behind I am.” Trovinsky cleaned his knife on some leaves and re-sheathed it. “I would assume that monkey shit works pretty much the same as deer shit.”