The Atlantis Gene: A Thriller (11 page)

“Speculation?” David said.

“Two possibilities: either they’re waiting for something, maybe our next move, or…”

“The rest of the cells fell without a fight.”

“Yeah, we may be the last major cell,” Josh said.

“I want you to work on the code — as quickly as you can.”

CHAPTER 17

Immari Corp. Research Complex
Outside Burang, China
Tibet Autonomous Region

Dr. Shen Chang tried to suppress his nervousness as the video conference connected.

When the man appeared, Chang swallowed hard and said, “The project director ordered me to contact you, Dr. Grey. We followed the protocol and research provided — to the letter — I simply don’t know what—”

“I’m sure you did, Dr. Chang. But the result was very surprising. Why did the children survive and not the adults?”

“We’ve entertained a few possibilities. And we’ve run tests on the children. We believe they do show sustained Atlantis Gene activation and clearly they survived the machine, which is proof in and of itself that they’re immune.”

“Is it possible the therapy won’t work on adults?”

“Yes, perhaps. The therapy is a retrovirus that inserts a gene into the subject’s genetic code. It’s not a significant genetic change, but it does have a cascade effect at the epigenetic level, turning on-and-off a series of other, preexisting genes in the host. There are no physiological effects — that we’ve been able to observe — but there is a massive change in the brain. The gene essentially re-wires the subject’s brain. Neuroplasticity, the ability for the brain to re-wire or adapt, decreases with age — that’s why it’s harder to learn new things as we grow older. We’ve explored the idea that adults won’t respond to the therapy because the gene activation can’t trigger the changes in the brain — essentially the genetic therapy virus tries to re-wire the brain, but the circuit boards are already hardwired, have been since shortly after childhood.”

“Is it possible that the adult subjects didn’t have the precursor genes to affect the brain changes?”

“No, all the adult subjects had the cascade genes — as you know, we have known about these genes for some time, and we test every subject — on-site at our hiring facility here in China to verify. The adults should have survived the test.”

“Is it possible the therapy only works on autistic brains?”

Chang hadn’t considered this possibility. Dr. Grey was an evolutionary biologist with an interest in paleobiology, and he was Chang’s boss’s boss all the way at the top of the Immari food chain. Chang had assumed this call wouldn’t focus on the science. He had expected a tongue-lashing from this über-boss for his failed efforts. He focused on Grey’s hypothesis. “Yes, it certainly could be. Autism is fundamentally a disorder of brain wiring, especially in the areas that control communication and social understanding. And other areas are affected; some affected individuals are highly intelligent with special abilities. Others are on the complete opposite end of the spectrum: they can’t even live independently. Autism is really a catch-all category for a variety of differences in brain wiring. We would have to look into this, and it could take some time. We would likely need more test subjects.”

“Time we don’t have, but we might be able to get more children. Although, these are the only subjects we know of with Atlantis Gene activation. Let me look into that. What else? Is there anything you haven’t told me? Any other theories? There are no bad ideas at this point, Dr. Chang.”

Chang did have another idea. Something he hadn’t voiced to the rest of the team. “I’ve personally wondered whether the adults and the children were treated with the same therapy.”

“A problem with replicating Dr. Warner’s research? With formulation?”

“No, as I say, we followed her protocol to the letter — I stand by that. I’m wondering if Dr. Warner treated these children with something different, something not in her official notes or the trial protocol.”

Grey seemed to consider Chang’s idea. “That’s very interesting.”

“I wonder if I could speak with Dr. Warner? A meeting would be very helpful at this point.”

“I’m not sure… let me get back to you on that. Have any of the other team members voiced this concern?”

“No, not that I know of.”

“I’d like for you to keep your suspicions about Dr. Warner to yourself. From now on, contact me directly. I’ll inform the Project Director that you and I are working together now and that he will support your efforts — without asking questions. See that the rest of the team keeps the findings within the group. It’s very important that we keep a tight lid on this for the time being.”

“I understand,” Dr. Chang said, but he really didn’t. The call had raised more questions, and he was now convinced: they had used the wrong therapy.

CHAPTER 18

West Jakarta Police Detention Center
Jakarta, Indonesia

Chief Kusnadi was about to reach for the interrogation room door when a man blocked his path. He was an American, or maybe European, definitely a soldier of some sort — he had the build… and the eyes.

“Who are you?” Kusnadi asked the man.

“That’s not important. I’m here to pick up Dr. Katherine Warner.”

“The hell you are. Tell me who you are before I throw you in a cell.”

The man handed him a manila envelope and said, “Take a look, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

The Police Chief opened the envelope and looked at the first few pictures. He couldn’t believe his eyes. How? How could they have—

“If you don’t release her right now, you won’t be the last to see those.”

Kusnadi shoved the pictures down into the envelope. “I want the originals.”

“Does this sound like a negotiation to you? Release her or my organization will release the contents of that envelope.”

Kusnadi’s eyes looked down, then darted side to side, like a cornered animal deciding which way to run.

“And just in case you’re considering throwing me in a cell, if my people don’t get my call within 3 minutes, they’ll release this file anyway. You work for me now. You want to be Chief of Police or not?”

Kusnadi had to think. He looked around at the department. Who could do this?

“Times up.” The man turned to leave.

“Wait.” The police chief opened the door to the interrogation room and motioned for the woman to come out. “This man will escort you out.”

She paused at the door and looked at Kusnadi before looking the soldier up and down.

“It’s okay, this man will take you now.”

The man put his arm around her back and said, “Follow me Dr. Warner. We’re getting out of here.”

Kusnadi watched them walk out of the station.

Outside the police station, Kate stopped and turned to the man who had rescued her. He was dressed in black body armor — eerily similar to the man who had taken her children. And so were his men — she saw them now — five of them, standing in front of a large black truck, like an over-sized UPS delivery truck and a black SUV with dark tinted windows.

“Who are you? I want to know—”

“Hang on just a second,” he said.

The man walked over to the short interrogator who had accused Kate of buying the children. The soldier handed the little man a folder and said, “I hear you’re in line for a promotion.”

The little man shrugged. “I just do what I’m told,” he said sheepishly.

“Your case officer says you’ve been a good source. If you’re smart enough to know what to do with this, maybe you’ll be a better police chief.”

The interrogator nodded. “Anything you want, boss.”

The solider walked back to Kate and motioned toward the large black delivery truck. “I need you to get in the truck.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me who you are and what’s going on.”

“I’ll explain, but right now we have to get you to a safe location.”

“No, you—”

“Here’s a tip. The good guys ask you to get in the truck. The bad guys put a black bag over your head and throw you in the truck. I’m asking. Look you can stay here or go with me, it’s up to you.”

He walked toward the truck and opened the double doors at the rear.

“Hold on. I’m coming.”

CHAPTER 19

Primary Conference Room
Clocktower Station HQ
Jakarta, Indonesia

Vincent Tarea, the head of field operations for Clocktower Jakarta, massaged his arm muscles as the station’s staff filed into the room. His arms and legs still ached from the attack from those two fools at the clinic and those feral children. And the day had gotten worse from there. But he could put it back on track. He only needed to convince a few of the Jakarta staff to go along with the attack, the rest were already on the Immari payroll.

Tarea held his hands up to quiet the crowd. Everyone at Clocktower HQ was there: all the analysts, all the case officers, and all the field operatives — everyone except David Vale and the five operatives with him. Josh Cohen, the head of analysis, was also missing, but they would find him soon enough. The large screens on the conference room wall showed three crowded rooms, full of field operatives at safe houses across the city.

“Ok, listen up, everyone. Can you all hear me on the video links?” Tarea said.

Heads nodded, followed by a series of “yeah” and “we’ve got you”.

“There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it: Clocktower has been compromised.”

You could hear a pin drop in the room.

“And we’re under attack. I received reports earlier today that several cells, including Cape Town, Mar del Plata, and Karachi have been completely destroyed. Several other stations are fighting for their lives as we speak.”

People began talking in low tones. Some shouted questions.

“Hold on, everybody. It gets worse. I’m afraid the enemy we’re fighting is one of our own. Here’s what we know at this point: several days ago, David Vale, along with several other station chiefs, organized a meeting of all the Chief Analysts. Obviously this is strictly against protocol. We believe they told the analysts there was some new threat. We now know that over half the analysts never returned from the conference. The entire charade was a mass-execution, we believe, to cripple our intelligence analysis before this larger attack. The analysts who returned to their cells are now actively working against Clocktower.”

Tarea surveyed the doubtful looks around the room. “Look, I know this is hard to believe, and like you, I don’t want to believe it. I didn’t believe, not until this morning, when David spread our field operatives out throughout the city. Think about it — he’s spreading us out so we can’t defend against an attack. He’s preparing to take down Jakarta Station, it’s only a matter of time.”

“Why?” someone said. “He wouldn’t do that,” another person said.

“I asked the same question. I said the same thing,” Tarea said. “He recruited me, I served with him, I know him. But there’s a lot about David Vale we still don’t understand. We all come to Clocktower for our own reasons. From what we can gather, David was seriously injured during the attacks on 9/11. I didn’t know that until today. Since then, he’s harbored a conspiracy theory about 9/11, some wild ideas about military contractors instigating the attack for their own gain. He may even be the victim of a lie himself. Someone could be using him. Either way, he’s sick, turned around. And he’s brought a lot of other people into the conspiracy. We think Josh Cohen has returned from the analyst conference and is working with the Chief.”

Everyone was silent, seeming to take the news in. A solider at one of the safe houses on the video screen said, “What’s the operation? Bring him in?”

“That may not be possible. He’ll fight to the end. The priority is to minimize the collateral damage. And we’re going to have some help. Immari Security has offered to lend us some men. They are aware of the situation and they want to see this contained as much as we do — it seems Immari is the target of David’s vendetta. We know that David has captured a scientist who works on an Immari-funded project. She could be a co-conspirator or a victim in his plans; we’re not sure yet. The plan is to recover the woman, a Dr. Katherine Warner, and neutralize the Chief.”

CHAPTER 20

Secure Comms Room
Clocktower Station HQ
Jakarta, Indonesia

Josh waited nervously to find out whether his theory about the coded message David had given him was correct. It was Josh’s best idea, really his only idea.

He tried not to stare at the main computer screen on the long wall of the glass room. For the last thirty minutes, the screen had said the same thing: Searching…

He glanced at the two screens beside it: a video feed of the door outside and the city map with 24 red dots representing Clocktower Jakarta’s field operatives. He didn’t know which display made him more nervous. They might as well be giant countdown screens, ticking away the seconds to his death and some terrible, unknown catastrophe… While the other screen still simply said “Searching…”