Scarecrow (31 page)

It was then that he noticed the names of the Kormoran supertankers—
Ambrose, Talbot, Jewel Hopewell, Whale
. Cute joke. They were all named after ships from the
Mayflower
fleet, the ships that had seeded the New World. Just as Majestic-12 was now attempting to create a new world.

But what did all this have to do with Shane Schofield and a bounty hunt requiring his death by 12 noon today?
Book thought.

And then he recalled Rosenthal himself, shouting in the rain on the roof of the King's Tower in London:

‘It's all about reflexes. Superfast reflexes. The reflexes of the men on that list are the best in the world.
They passed the Cobra tests
, and only someone who passed the Cobra tests can disarm the CincLock-VII missile security system, and CincLock-VII is at the core of Majestic-12's plan.'

CincLock-VII
 . . . Book thought.

He flicked through the many folders in front of him, searching for those words.

It didn't take him long to find them.

There was a whole file marked ‘
AXON CORP—PATENTED CINCLOCK SECURITY SYSTEM
'.

It was filled with documents belonging to Axon Corp and the US Department of Defense. The first document's cover sheet was marked:

Book flicked to the section marked ‘
SECURITY
', read the lead paragraph:

 

DISARM SYSTEM—CINCLOCK VII
In keeping with the high level of security necessary for such a weapon, the
Chameleon
series of missiles has been equipped with Axon's patented CincLock-VII disarm system. The most secure anti-tamper mechanism in the world today, CincLock-VII employs three unique defensive protocols. Unless all three protocols are applied in the prescribed sequence, system activation (or de-activation) is impossible.

 

The key to the system is the second protocol. It is based on the well-established principles of pattern-recognition (Haynes & Simpson, MIT 1994, 1997, 2001), whereby only a person who is familiar with, and well-practised in, an established sequential pattern can enter it on demand. A stranger to the system, unless he or she is possessed of abnormally quick motor-neural reflexes, cannot hope to overcome such a system (op. cit. Oliphant & Nicholson, USAMRMC, 1996, NATO MNRR study).

 

Employing these principles, field tests have shown the CincLock VII system to be 99.94% secure against unauthorised use. No other security system in the military can boast such a success rate.

 

PROTOCOLS
The three protocols of the CincLock VII unit are as follows:

1. Proximity
. To ensure against unauthorised arming/disarming, the CincLock unit is
not
attached to the delivery system. It is a portable disarming unit. The first protocol, then, is proximity to the delivery system. CincLock will only operate within sixty (60) feet of a Chameleon missile's central processing unit.

2. Light-sensor response unit
. Once inside the proximity perimeter, the user must establish a wireless modem connection with the disarm system. This is effected by satisfying Axon's patented light-sensor interface. It is here that the principles of pattern recognition play their crucial part. (See NATO MNRR Research Program results, USAMRMC, 1996.)

3. Security code
. Entry of the relevant disarm or override code.

To this last line Rosenthal had added:
‘Universal Disarm Code insertion was supervised by subject Weitzman. Latest intelligence suggests use of a yet-to-be-determined Mersenne Prime.'

Another page, however, was clipped to this protocol section. It was a Mossad telephone intercept transcript:

 

Trans log:     B2-3-001-889

Date:          25 April, 1515 hours E.S.T.

Rec from:      Axon Corp, Norfolk, VA, USA

Katsa:         ROSENTHAL, Benjamin Y (452-7621)

 

VOICE 1 (DALTON, P.J. AXON CHIEF OF ENGINEERING): Sir, the D.O.D. inspection report is in. It's good. They're very pleased with our progress. And they particularly loved CincLock. Couldn't get enough of it. Christ, they were like kids with a new toy, trying to crack it.

 

VOICE 2 (KILLIAN, J.J. AXON CHAIR AND CEO): Excellent, Peter. Excellent. Anything else?

 

VOICE 1: (DALTON) The next oversight inspection. D.O.D asked if we had a preferred date.

 

VOICE 2: (KILLIAN) Why don't we make it October 26. I believe that date would suit some of our partners on this project very nicely.

Book II leaned back in his chair.

So there was the significance of the date.

October 26.

Killian had set it as the date for a Department of Defense oversight team to examine his installation plants.

But then Book saw the next document, and suddenly the meaning of the bounty hunt became clear.

Ironically, it was the most innocuous of all the documents he had seen so far. An internal email from Axon Corp:

 

From: Peter Dalton

To: All Engineering Staff, Project ‘C-042'

Date: 26 April, 2003, 7:58 p.m.

Subject: NEXT D.O.D. INSPECTION

 

Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to announce that last week's six-monthly inspection by the Department of Defense Oversight Committee went spectacularly well. I thank you all for your hard work, especially over the past few months.

 

They were impressed with our progress and amazed by our technological gains.

 

The next six-monthly inspection is slated for 26 October at the Norfolk installation plant, to commence at 12 noon, department heads only. As usual, strict security clearance provisions will apply for the week preceding the inspection.

 

Regards,

 

PD

And that was it.

At 12 noon today, October 26, the Department of Defense would be sending an inspection team into Axon's missile construction facility in Norfolk, Virginia.

And presumably at that time, they were going to discover that something was amiss at the plant, that the missiles had been tampered with in some way, or perhaps even gone—stolen—at which point . . .

. . . the US Government would go searching for the only men in the world who were able to disarm the CincLock system.

Men with abnormally quick reflexes.

The men on the list.

And then it dawned on Book—for some reason, Jonathan Killian and Majestic-12
wanted
the US Government to carry out that inspection today. Although he didn't know why yet, somehow today's inspection was an integral part of their plan.

Which made him understand something else more clearly. It had always bothered Book that this bounty hunt might only serve to
warn
the very men who could foil M-12's plans.

But now this explained it.

At 12 noon today, the US Government was going to discover
something
at Axon's Norfolk plant, something about the state of the Chameleon missiles and the Kormoran launch ships. Something which was crucial to Majestic-12's plan to start a new Cold War.

‘We have to get to that plant,' Book said aloud.

He turned to Scott Moseley. ‘Mr Moseley. Call the Department of Defense. Tell them to send their Kormoran–Chameleon inspection team in early. And get on the horn to our people in Guam. Get someone to check out Axon's plant there as well.'

‘Got it,' Moseley said.

Book then turned his attention to the stream of decimalised numbers on the launch list: the GPS co-ordinates of the launch sites and the targets. ‘Better find out where these missiles are going to be fired from and what they're aiming at.'

As he booted up a GPS plotting program on his computer, he keyed his satellite radio. ‘Scarecrow! It's Book! Come in! I've got some big news for you . . .'

 

NEAR THE FORTERESSE DE VALOIS BRITTANY, FRANCE 26 OCTOBER, 1500 HOURS LOCAL TIME (0900 HOURS E.S.T. USA)

The Axon chopper that had swung to a halt in front of Aloysius Knight and Libby Gant could be seen zooming away along the coastline, getting smaller and smaller, heading back toward the Forteresse de Valois—with Knight and Gant now inside it.

A lone figure treading water in the ocean waves at the base of the cliffs watched it fly away.

Schofield.

Naturally, when his blazing Mack had launched itself off the roadway and smashed into the hovering Mirage fighter jet, Schofield hadn't been in it.

As soon as his truck's tyres had left the road, he had bailed out the driver's side door, dropping into the air beneath the flying rig.

The truck hit the fighter.

Gigantic explosion. Colossal noise. Metal flying everywhere.

But Schofield had been
under
the blast when it had happened—well below the fireball, but also out of Gant or Knight's sight—and he fell like a bullet through the air.

His first thought had been:
Maghook
.

Not this time. Out of propellant
.

Damn.

He kept falling—not vertically, but at a slanting angle thanks to the inertia of the truck—the cliff-face streaking past him at phenomenal speed. He saw the ocean waves below him, rushing upwards. If he hit the water from this height, his body would explode against the surface and burst like a tomato.

Do something!
his mind screamed.

Like what!

And then he remembered—

—and quickly yanked the ripcord on his chest webbing. The ripcord that was attached to the attack parachute still on his back. He'd been wearing it ever since the battle on board the Hercules. It had been so compact that he'd almost forgotten it was there.

The attack parachute blossomed above him, a bare 80 feet above the water.

It didn't slow his fall completely, but it did enough.

He lurched in the air about 20 feet above the waves, his downward speed significantly reduced, before—
shoom
—he entered the water feet-first and disengaged the parachute, allowing himself to shoot into the ocean trailing a finger of bubbles above him.

And not a second too soon.

For a moment later, the Mack rig and the Mirage fighter crashed down in a flaming metal heap into the waves nearby.

Schofield surfaced a short distance out from the cliffs, amid some of the burning remains of the fighter jet.

Careful to stay out of sight, he trod water amid the floating debris and sure enough, a minute later, he saw the Axon chopper swing around a nearby cliff-bend and zoom back toward the castle.

Had Gant and Knight got away? Or were they in that chopper?

‘Fox! Fox! Come in! This is Scarecrow,' he whispered into his throat-mike. ‘For what it's worth, I'm still alive. Are you okay?'

A single laboured cough answered him. It was an old technique—she was up there but she obviously couldn't talk. They'd caught her.