How's the noggin?
Hurts like hell, but the concussion's mild.
Good thing they shot you in the head, otherwise they could have hit something important.
You're all heart.
As soon as Cabrillo was settled next to Max, the car pulled away from the sheriff 's office. The agent in the passenger's seat turned and held up a key. Juan wasn't sure what he wanted until he recognized it as the key to his cuffs. He held up his hands and they were freed.
Thanks. We won't give you any trouble. Where are you taking us?
Airport.
And then?
That's up to you, sir. Though my orders were to recommend you leave the country.
Max and Juan exchanged knowing smirks. Langston Overholt had done it. God only knew how, but he'd gotten them out of that quagmire. Juan wanted to call him right away, but his cell phone had finally died from its soak in the river, and Max's hadn't been returned to him.
The agents dumped them at the curb in front of the Jackson-Evers terminal. Juan hailed a taxi as soon as they'd pulled out of sight.
I take it we're not going to follow their advice? Max asked.
We are, but I don't want to hear you grumble about flying commercial. There's a charter service here.
Now we're talking.
Twenty minutes later, they were in the general-aviation terminal waiting for their plane to be fueled. Juan was using his laptop to act as a telephone. His first call was to Overholt.
I take it you're out? the old CIA agent asked.
Charter jet's fueling as we speak. Max and I both owe you one. How'd you do it?
Suffice it to say, it's done, and leave it at that. How could you possibly know about Argentina and China?
Juan wanted to tell him about Tamara Wright's abduction, but for now even someone as powerful as Overholt couldn't do anything more than was already being done by local law enforcement and the FBI.
He explained what Linda Ross and her team had discovered when they checked into the Argentine research station. He also told him about the gruesome find at Wilson/George.
Okay, so I understand your thinking that Argentina's going to make a play for the peninsula; they've been rattling sabers over it for years, even before the current junta. But China? That caught the CIA, State Department, and the White House completely by surprise.
Here's the thing. When I spoke to you last night, Max and I were with a woman named Tamara Wright
The one they kidnapped?
You've read the police report?
Just bits and pieces. They're taking it seriously, but there are no leads. The speedboat was discovered in Natchez, where a van was stolen from a plumber's house. The APB is out, but so far no hits.
I figured it would be something like that. They're smart. I bet that van will be found wherever they stole the cigarette boat. They'll have their own set of wheels back and could be just about anywhere.
Agreed. China? Overholt prompted.
Dr. Wright told us about a Chinese expedition in the late 1400s that sent a fleet of three ships to South America. Juan paused, expecting Overholt to question the validity of such a claim, but the wily case officer knew when to keep quiet. One of the ships was afflicted by a disease that drove the crewmen insane. Sound familiar?
The guy at Wilson/George, Langston breathed.
They ate tainted food provided by island natives. I think it was human flesh, most likely brain, and they got a dose of prions. The ship was scuttled with the crew aboard, and the remaining two ships ventured northward and eventually back to China.
Five hundred years later, along comes Andrew Gangle, who finds a mummy someplace near their base. It's carrying gold and jade. Somehow, he gets infected, most likely he accidentally stabbed himself on a shard of bone. Now he's got a prion disease rotting away his mind until he snaps and goes berserk.
That scuttled ship is off the coast of Antarctica? Dear God, Overholt exclaimed as he made the intuitive leap that Cabrillo had had the night before. If they can prove that Chinese explorers discovered Antarctica a couple hundred years before the first European, they . . .
Exactly, Juan said. They'll lay claim over it, or at least the peninsula. But with Argentina already so well entrenched, the smart move for them is to partner up and share the spoils. I believe this has been in the works for some time, long before we got involved. I think the Argentines were courting the Chinese because they would need the protection of a superpower and the patronage of someone in the UN. It was the chance discovery of that blimp and the subsequent events, like getting their hands on tangible proof that the Chinese had visited South America, that cemented the deal.
Do the Argentines or Chinese know the location of the third ship?
Not yet, but they'll be able to figure it out with enough research. Admiral Tsai's drawing was pretty specific. A good computer program and Google Earth should do it. But here's the thing: even if they don't find it, they can still claim the ship visited Antarctica. Who's to stop them?
We are.
What's the official White House position?
Events are unfolding too fast. They haven't said much, beyond the usual condemnation.
What does your gut tell you?
I honestly don't know. China currently holds the lion's share of our national debt, so they have us over a barrel in that respect. Also, logically, are we willing to go to war over a part of the world only a handful of people care about?
This is about principles, Juan pointed out. Do we stick to our ideals and risk lives for a bunch of penguins and a forty-year-old treaty or do we let them get away with it?
That's it in a nutshell, and I don't know what the President will do. Hell, I don't know how I feel. Part of me says to kick the bastards back to Beijing and Buenos Aires, but what's the point? Let them have the oil and the penguins. It's not worth putting our military personnel in harm's way.
Dicey call, Juan agreed, though in his mind the decision was a no-brainer. Argentina broke a binding international treaty by invading neighboring territory that didn't belong to them. They deserved the full wrath of the United States, and any other signatory to the Antarctic Treaty. He suddenly remembered something. Has NASA had a chance to analyze the power cell we recovered from their downed satellite?
Yes, and it is possible it was shot down, like your guy suggested, though they hedged and said the cause was indeterminate.
Why would they risk it? Cabrillo mused. Why, with everything at stake, would they take the chance and intentionally shoot down one of our birds?
If you want a real head-scratcher, it wasn't a spy satellite and was never rumored to be one. It was designed to monitor carbon dioxide emissions and was going to be used to make sure countries stay within their targets when and if a new treaty is implemented to replace the Kyoto Protocol.
Juan remained quiet for a moment, thinking. Of course, he said. They can hide the thermal signature of their Antarctic activities using sea water, but oil-and-gas exploration would produce a dense plume of carbon dioxide in a place that shouldn't have any. Once that satellite went active, we'd have known exactly what they were up to.
If they were going to annex the peninsula only a week after shooting down the satellite, why bother? Overholt asked.
You haven't been paying attention, Lang. The deal with China was only cemented in the last couple of days. Without that alliance, Argentina would need to keep their activities secret for months, maybe a year. China might have helped them shoot it down as a good-faith gesture or to guarantee they get the bulk of the crude that's pumped from those new wells. Either way, it shows they've been in bed together for a while.