In the last few years, the Chinese military had built an enormous power base. The military now controlled 15,000 businesses and 50,000 factories. Norinco, as China North Industries Corporation was called, acted as the principle arms manufacturer for China and controlled a great deal of international arms sales. The company was said to own over eighty international companies that generated billions of dollars in sales each year.
Another company, Polytechnologies, worked as a weapons broker and acquisition agent, and it was even rumored they brokered the purchase of a Kuznetson-class aircraft carrier from the Ukraine. The massive vessel was incomplete when the Soviet Union fell, and after her purchase she was towed to Hong Kong, where work was progressing at breakneck speed to complete her.
In the race to become a world power there was little standing in China's way. At an office on Changan Avenue East the leaders of China were proving that the Florentine political theorist Machiavelli could have learned much from the Chinese.
"Have we heard from the courier yet?" the Chinese prime minister asked Sun Tao.
"Nothing yet," said Tao. "The witnesses to the recovery of the documents have been eliminated, however. We bombed the plane they were aboard. It is being reported in the American newspapers as being attributed to wind shear, so that secret is safe. Hu Jimn was successfully eliminated. His body was identified by one of our operatives about an hour ago. The agent arranged for Jimn's burial in the United States."
"Once the courier delivers the key to Einstein's formula, how long will it take for the scientists to create a working weapon?" the prime minister asked.
"They don't know," Tao said. "Perhaps hours, perhaps weeks. Truly it is of little concern, Mr. Prime Minister."
"Why do you say that?" the prime minister said, sipping tea from a delicate china cup emblazoned with the Chinese flag.
"Once we have the key in our possession, the United States will respond to a bluff. We need only tell them we have an operational weapon, then deliver a portion of the key as proof."
"To save time can we have Einstein's documents faxed here once the courier arrives at the embassy?"
"I would think the age of the paper itself, combined with the frailty caused by its immersion in the ocean, would eliminate that option, sir."
"Then we must have them hand-delivered?"
"I'm afraid that's the case."
"When are we due to hear from the courier?"
"He has orders not to contact us here until he is safely inside one of our embassies."
"So we wait," the prime minister said quietly. He paused and the room was silent for several minutes. "I think we need to start planning a diversion, something that will make the Americans move their naval battle groups out of our area. I want them far away when we proceed with the attack on Taiwan."
Tao thought for a moment. "I have an idea," he then said. "What is the one thing the United States will always fight to protect?"
"Oil," the prime minister noted.
"Our scientists have alerted us to something that was developed in the United States that should help us divert the American military."
"What is that, Mr. Tao?"
Tao explained.
CHAPTER 28
To someone who was driving past on the highway, the nondescript two-story office building in the free-trade zone near McAllen, Texas, looked like many others. The building might have housed an import-export firm, a small factory, even a warehouse. Instead, the building was the headquarters for a company named Enviorco. The company's business was genetically engineered microbes.
The Rio Grande Valley in Texas had long been a waste dumping ground. The passage of the North American Free Trade Agreement had only accelerated the environmental damage that was commonplace along the Texas border with Mexico. Since incorporation four years before, Enviorco had seen a growth rate that exceeded a thousand percent a year. Enviorco now owned more patents on biological microbes than any other company in the world. The microbes grown in the laboratory in McAllen were designed to be spread on oil slicks, toxic waste spills, or areas of chemical contamination. After they were sprayed in a liquid mist on the area to be decontaminated, the microbes began to eat the poisons. After digesting the toxins and reprocessing them into nontoxic waste products, the microbes would die soon afterward. The area of contamination would now be clean, the decomposing bodies of the microbes becoming a safe soil mulch. The process had proven to be environmentally sound and the bugs from McAllen were now shipped worldwide.
In the hot Texas sun outside Enviorco's building, the temperature just before noon was already over ninety degrees. A hot, dry wind was blowing south from upstate as Gilbert Moscap walked the short distance to the parking lot and his company car. The wind that blew by him smelled of fertilizer, metal, and citrus. Unlocking the door of the car, Moscap was hit by a blast of superheated air from inside. He sat down gingerly on the sun-baked seat, then turned the key and started the car. Setting the air conditioner to maximum, he pushed the button to lower the windows until the car could cool. He slid the shifter into drive and set out for a restaurant just across the border in Reynosa, Mexico, for lunch. As Moscap drove onto the highway, Enviorco's parking lot began to empty as the rest of the company's scientists and office workers filed out for the noon meal.
Eight minutes later, the parking lot was almost empty. Turning off the highway leading into Enviorco, three men in a Dodge pickup waved to the guard sitting in the checkpoint, then entered the empty lot. Backing the truck up to the loading dock the three men entered the laboratory through a side door. Though the men were wearing Enviorco uniforms, their hats were pulled low to obscure their features. One of the men removed a slip of paper from his wallet and checked the vat numbers on the tanks of microbes, then directed the others to the north side of the building. Finding the control number they were seeking, the men wheeled the vat toward the loading dock. Through the raised garage door they rolled the vat into the bed of the Dodge, then lashed it down with nylon straps. After driving to the checkpoint, they stopped and handed the guard on duty a set of forged paperwork. Once cleared, they drove back onto the highway. Forty-seven minutes later, Moscap was passing through Mexican customs to return to the United States when his executive assistant, Connie Lauder, called him on his cellular phone.
"Yeah, Connie," Moscap said as he finished passing through customs, then accelerated onto the highway leading to Enviorco.
"Mr. Moscap, I have Hal King in the office. He just returned from lunch. He claims we're missing a vat of Modified 25."
Moscap thought for a moment before speaking. "Are those the rapid reproducing oileaters?"
"They're the zero-oxygen, highly modified bugs that were developed from formula 12," Lauder said, reading from her computer.
Moscap instandy knew what Lauder was talking about. "We were ordered by the EPA to destroy those bugs. What happened?"
Over the speakerphone in Lauder's office, Moscap heard shuffling. "Mr. Moscap, this is Hal King. I ordered some Modified 25 retained so I could experiment with it," King said and paused. "I thought that if I could breed in a time-line we would have something valuable."
Moscap pushed down on the accelerator of the car. He was mad and edging toward livid. He fought a constant struggle with the scientists employed by Enviorco. Most had lived a life ignored by society and craved recognition and respect. They all wanted to be published in the scientific journals, their brilliance then recognized by their peers.
"Have your experiments worked, Mr. King?" Moscap asked, struggling to remain calm.
"No, not really," King answered slowly.