Nothing but lies.
Johanson may not be totally sober, but that doesn’t prevent him noticing that Rubin is trying to talk himself out of a hole.
He turns and strides towards the exit.
‘Sigur! Dr Johanson!’ He hears footsteps behind him. Rubin comes alongside him. His fingers tug at Johanson’s sleeve. ‘Slow down, Sigur.’
‘What’s going on here?
‘It’s not like you think. I—’
‘How would you know what I think?’
‘It’s just a precaution.’
‘A what?’
‘A precaution. The lab is just a precaution.’
Johanson jerks himself free. ‘Perhaps I should talk to Li about it.’
‘No, I—’
‘Or maybe I should tell Oliviera. Actually, maybe I should tell the whole damn team. What do you think, Mick? Is this some kind of game?’
‘Of course not.’
‘Then perhaps you should tell me what the hell you’re up to!’
Rubin’s eyes are filled with panic. ‘Sigur, I don’t think that’s wise. You mustn’t be too hasty. Do you hear me, Sigur? Don’t do anything hasty.’
Johanson gives an indignant snort and marches off. He can hear Rubin hurrying after him. He feels the other man’s fear on his back.
Mustn’t be too hasty.
White light.
Something explodes in his eyes, and pain washes over his mind. The walls, the passageway, everything blurs. He sees the ground rush towards him.
The ceiling of the lab. It had all fallen into place.
Johanson jumped up. Oliviera was still busy in the containment facility. Breathing deeply, he glanced at the control desk, the benches, the chamber. He looked up at the ceiling.
Above him there was a second laboratory. And no one was meant to know. Rubin must have knocked him out, and they’d drugged him to make him forget.
But why?
Johanson clenched his fists. He felt helpless and furious. Then he was outside, running up the ramp.
Well Deck
‘You don’t need me at the meetings,’ said Greywolf. ‘It’s not like I can help.’
Anawak’s fury ebbed away. He turned and walked back. The basin was still filling with water. ‘That’s not true, Jack.’
‘It is.’ He said it in a neutral, almost absent voice. ‘I couldn’t stop the navy torturing dolphins. I tried to stick up for the whales, but now no one can save them. In my mind I’d decided that animals were better than people. It was stupid, I know, but it was one way of coping. And now I’ve lost Licia to an orca. I can’t help anyone.’
‘Stop beating yourself up, Jack.’
‘Those are the facts.’
Anawak sat down next to him. ‘Leaving the navy was the right decision, and you stuck to it,’ he said. ‘You were the best handler they had, and it was your decision to quit, not theirs. You didn’t have to go, but you did.’
‘Sure, but my leaving didn’t change anything.’
‘For you it did. You took a stand.’
‘Achieving what, exactly?’
Anawak was silent.
‘You know,’ said Greywolf, ‘the worst thing is feeling you don’t belong. You love someone and lose them. You love animals, and they’re responsible. I’m beginning to feel like I hate those orcas.’
‘We all feel like that. You—’
‘Licia died in the jaws of an orca. I watched and there was nothing I could do. Don’t try to tell me that that’s anyone’s problem but mine. If I were to keel over and die right now, it wouldn’t make any difference to the survival of the planet. Who would care? I haven’t achieved anything to make anyone think that my presence on this planet was worthwhile.’
‘I’d care,’ said Anawak. He expected a cutting reply, but he heard a soft sound, a kind of hiccup, like a muffled sigh, in Greywolf’s throat.
‘And in case you’d forgotten,’ said Anawak, ‘Licia cared too.’
Johanson
He felt so livid that he could have grabbed Rubin, hauled him up to the flight deck and tossed him overboard. He might even have done so, had the biologist crossed his path. But Rubin was nowhere to be seen. Instead he bumped into Weaver, who was going the other way.
For a moment he wasn’t sure how to react, then he pulled himself together. ‘Karen!’ He smiled at her. ‘Coming to join us in the lab?’
‘Actually, I’m off to the well deck - to see Leon and Jack.’
‘Oh, right. Hmm, Jack…’ Johanson had to force himself to stay calm. ‘He’s in a bad way, isn’t he?’
‘He and Licia meant more to each other than he was willing to admit. It’s hard to get through to him.’
‘Leon’s a good friend. He’ll manage.’
Weaver nodded and looked at him enquiringly. She’d realised that this was a non-conversation. ‘Are you all right?’ she asked.
‘Fine.’ Johanson took her by the arm. ‘I’ve just had the most amazing idea about what we’re going to say in this big new message. Fancy a stroll on the roof?’
‘Well, actually, I was—’
‘It’ll only take ten minutes. I just want to hear what you think. Seems like I’ve been shut inside for days. I need some fresh air.’
‘Are you sure you’ll be warm enough?’
Johanson glanced down. He was wearing a sweater and jeans. His thick down jacket was in the lab. ‘I’m toughening myself up,’ he said.
‘Any particular reason?’
‘Stops you getting flu. Keeps you young. Helps you deal with stupid questions.’ He was raising his voice. Go easy, he told himself. ‘Listen, I have to talk to someone about it. It was your computer program that made me think of it. But it doesn’t seem right to discuss it on the ramp. Won’t you come outside?’
‘Well, in that case, sure.’
They walked up through the tunnel and into the island. Johanson had to make a real effort not to keep checking for hidden cameras and bugs. He knew he wouldn’t spot them anyway. Instead he said brightly, ‘Jude’s right, of course. We mustn’t be overhasty. I reckon we’ll need at least a couple of days to figure it out, but what I was thinking was…’
And so he went on. He kept producing intelligent-sounding nonsense, all the while pushing Weaver gently out of the island and into the open. Gesticulating expansively, he strode out in front of her until he came to one of the helicopter landing points on the starboard side of the vessel. It was colder and windier than usual. A veil of mist had descended on the ocean, and the swell had increased. The waves rolled beneath them like primitive mammals, grey and sluggish, exhaling a dank salty vapour into the air. Johanson was cold, but an inner fury seemed to warm him.
‘Sigur,’ said Weaver, ‘I don’t know what you mean.’
Johanson turned his face into the wind. ‘That makes two of us. Look, I don’t suppose they can hear us out here–you’d have to go to extraordinary lengths to eavesdrop on the flight deck.’
Weaver peered at him in confusion. ‘What are you talking about?’
‘I’ve got my memory back, Karen. I know what happened the night before last.’
‘Have you found the door?’
‘No. But I can guarantee it’s there.’
He outlined what had happened. Weaver listened to him intently. Her expression didn’t flicker. ‘So you’re saying we’ve got a fifth column on board.’
‘Yes.’
‘But what would be the point?’
‘Remember what Jude said? We mustn’t be too hasty. Think about it! You, Leon, Sam, Murray, me, Sue - and Mick, I suppose - we’ve all been working flat out to furnish them with a description of the yrr. OK, maybe we’re kidding ourselves, maybe we’ve got it wrong - but on balance it doesn’t seem likely. In fact, all the evidence suggests that we’re right in our assumptions about what kind of intelligence we’re dealing with and how it works. So why, after we’ve worked day and night are we supposed to slow down?’
‘Because they don’t ne
ed us any more,’ Weaver said flatly. ‘Because Mick’s already working on it with another bunch of people in a different lab.’
‘We’re only here to supply the information.’ Johanson nodded. ‘We’ve served our purpose.’
‘But I don’t get it.’ What project could Mick be working on that doesn’t fit with ours? I mean, we don’t have much choice - our only option is to try to make peace with the yrr. What else could he be aiming for?’
‘Evidently there’s a rival initiative, and Mick’s playing a double game. But you can bet he’s not in charge.’
‘Who is, then?’
‘Jude.’
‘You were suspicious of her from the start, huh?’
‘The feeling was mutual. I think we both realised early on that we’re not the sort to be taken for a ride. There was always something not quite right about her - but I couldn’t think of a single good reason for not believing what she said.’
‘So what now?’ asked Weaver.
‘I’ve had time to clear my mind,’ said Johanson, hugging his chest to keep warm. ‘Jude’s going to see us standing here. She’s bound to be keeping tabs on me. She won’t know for sure what we’re talking about, but she’ll be aware of the possibility that my memory might return. She’s running out of time. That speech this morning was to get us off her back. If she’s got her own plan of action, she’s got to strike now.’
‘In other words, we need to find out what they’re up to as soon as we can.’ Weaver thought for a second. ‘Why don’t we mobilise the others?’
‘It’s too risky. She’d notice straight away. The whole ship is bound to be crawling with bugs. They’d lock us up and throw away the key. No, if there’s a way of pushing her into a corner, I intend to find it. I want to know what’s going on here, and for that I’ll need your help.’
‘What do you want me to do?’
‘Find Rubin and get him to talk, while I deal with Jude.’
‘Any idea where he might be?’
‘I expect he’s in that shady lab of his. At least I know where it is now, but don’t ask me how you get there. We’ll have to hope he’s kicking around somewhere else on the boat.’ Johanson sighed. ‘It all sounds like something out of a bad film, doesn’t it? Most likely I’m the one who’s cracking up. If it turns out that I’m paranoid, I’ll have plenty of time later to eat my words. Right now, I mean to find out what’s going on.’
‘You’re not paranoid, Sigur.’
Johanson gave her a grateful smile. ‘Let’s go back in.’
Walking through the island and down the ramp, they kept up a steady stream of soundbites about message encryption and peaceful dialogue.
‘Well, I’m off to see Leon,’ said Weaver. ‘I can’t wait to hear what he says. After lunch we’ll get started on that program. Who knows? We may even have it running by this afternoon.’
‘Excellent,’ said Johanson. ‘I’ll catch you later.’ He watched Weaver disappear, then climbed down a companionway to 02 LEVEL and went into the CIC, where Crowe and Shankar were sitting at their computers. ‘What are you two up to?’ he asked.
‘Thinking,’ said Crowe, from inside her usual cloud of smoke. ‘Any progress with the pheromone?’
‘Sue’s in the process of synthesising the next batch. We must have about two dozen ampoules by now.’
‘Then you’re doing better than we are. We’re starting to lose our faith in math. Maybe it isn’t the path to salvation.’ Shankar gave a wry grin. ‘Besides, their arithmetic seems better than ours.’
‘Any other ideas?’
‘Emotion.’ Crowe expelled the smoke through her nostrils. ‘Weird, huh? Trying to appeal to the yrr’s feelings - after all we know about them. But if yrr-emotion is based on biochemistry…’
‘Like human emotion,’ Shankar chipped in.
‘…then the pheromone might be able to help us. Thank you, Murray. I don’t need to be told that love is merely chemistry.’
‘Felt any chemical attraction lately, Sigur?’ said Shankar, idly.
‘Right now I’ve got enough sparks flying of my own. You haven’t seen Jude, have you?’
‘She was in the LFOC just now,’ said Crowe.
‘Thanks.’
‘Oh, and Mick was looking for you.’
‘Mick?’
‘He and Li were chatting, and then he said something about heading down to the lab. He left a few minutes ago.’
‘Oh, good,’ he said. ‘He can help us synthesise the pheromone, provided he doesn’t get any more migraines, poor guy.’
‘He should take up smoking,’ said Crowe. ‘It’s great for headaches.’
Johanson grinned and walked over to the LFOC. Most of the electronic data had been diverted there so that Crowe and Shankar were not distracted in the CIC. Low rustling noises, then the occasional click or whistle came from the speakers. The silhouette of a dolphin passed over one of the screens. Greywolf had evidently released the fleet again.
No sign of Li, Peak or Vanderbilt Johanson checked out the JIC. It was empty, as were the other control and command rooms. He debated whether to look in the officers’ mess, but he’d probably only find soldiers or some of Vanderbilt’s agents. Li might be in the gym or her cabin. He didn’t have time to search the whole vessel.
If Rubin was on his way to the lab, Weaver would flush him out. He had to speak to Li first.
Fine, he thought. If I can’t find you, you’ll have to find me. He made his way unhurriedly to his cabin, went in and positioned himself in the middle of the room.
‘Hello, Jude,’ he said.
He wondered where the cameras and mikes were hidden.
‘You’ll never guess what I just remembered. There’s an extra lab above the main one. Rubin likes to go there when he’s suffering from his migraines. Maybe you could tell me what he does there. Apart from beating up his colleagues.’
His eyes swept over the furniture, the lamps, the TV set…
‘I guessed you’re weren’t going to volunteer the information, so I took a few precautions. If you’re not careful, I’ll tell the rest of the team what I’ve remembered, and there’ll be nothing you can do.’ That was laying it on a bit thick, but he needed to grab her attention. ‘Is that what you want, Jude? Or how about you, Sal? Oh, sorry, Jack, I’d almost forgotten you were there. Any views?’
He took slow, deliberate paces round the room. ‘I can wait, you know. The question is, can you? I doubt it’ He shrugged. ‘Of course, we could always keep the whole thing quiet. Maybe your intentions are honourable and that’s why you’ve got Rubin working in a ghost lab. I’d love to know that it’s all in the interests of international security. But I don’t take too kindly to being knocked out. You understand that, don’t you, Jude?’
What if Li couldn’t care less? She might not even be listening.
Oh, she was listening to him, all right. He knew she was.
‘Jude, you treated Mick to his very own deep-sea simulation chamber. I know it’s smaller than the main one, but I can’t help wondering what he’s doing with it that he couldn’t do with ours. I hope you haven’t joined forces with the yrr behind our backs. I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to help me make sense of this, because to tell you the truth I—’
‘Dr Johanson.’
He spun around. Peak’s tall frame filled the open door.
‘Well, what a surprise,’ Johanson said softly. ‘Good old Sal. Can I offer you a cup of tea?’
‘Jude wants to speak to you.’
‘Oh, really?’ The corners of Johanson’s mouth twitched. ‘I wonder what she wants.’
Weaver
Oliviera was leaving the containment facility with a metal carry-case in her hand when Weaver walked in. ‘Have you seen Mick?’
‘Nope, just pheromones.’ Oliviera lifted the case for her to see. It was an open-sided wire cage with racks for samples. Row upon row of glass tubes containing a colourless fluid were lined up inside. ‘He called here earlier, thoug
h, and threatened to come down. I should think he’ll be here any moment’
‘Yrr-scent?’ asked Weaver, indicating the test-tubes.
‘Yes - we’ll be sprinkling a few drops of it into the tank this afternoon. Who knows? Maybe we’ll persuade those cells to aggregate. If so, our theory will be gospel, so to speak.’ Oliviera glanced around the lab. ‘You haven’t seen Sigur, have you?’
‘I was just chatting to him on the flight deck. He’s had some interesting ideas about the next message. It should make life easier for Sam. Anyway, I’ll come back later.’
‘No problem.’
Weaver considered. She could take a look round the hangar deck, but if Johanson’s suspicions were right, she would only draw attention to herself. Besides, the forbidden door was scarcely going to open while she was snooping around outside.
She continued down the tunnel to the well deck.
The basin was almost full, the remaining technicians from Roscovitz’s team supervising the process. She spotted Greywolf and Anawak in the water.
‘Have you let the dolphins out?’ she called.
Anawak hauled himself out. ‘Yes.’ He walked over to her. ‘What’ve you been up to?’
‘Not much. I think we’re all trying to gather our thoughts.’
‘We could do that together, if you like,’ he said softly.
She met his gaze and realised just how much she wanted to throw her arms round him. To forget the whole awful business and do what should have been done a long time ago.
But none of them could escape the situation. And there was Greywolf, who’d lost Licia…
She gave a fleeting smile.
03 LEVEL
Peak and Johanson made their way up through the vessel, cut across part of the hospital and went down a passageway. They turned off to the side, and came to a door.
‘What do you call this place, anyway?’ asked Johanson, as Peak’s fingers darted over the keypad. It made an electronic beeping noise, then the door swung open. The passageway continued on the other side.
‘That’s the CIC overhead,’ said Peak.
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