The Doomsday Conspiracy (19 page)

"What did you want to see me about?"

"I believe you took a bus tour in Switzerland last week?"

"That's right. Is my ex-wife having me followed? You don't work for her, do you?"

"No, sir."

"Oh." He suddenly understood.

"You're interested in that UFO thing. Damndest thing I ever saw. It kept changing colors. And those dead aliens!" He shuddered.

"I keep dreaming about it."

"Mr. Wayne, can you tell me anything about the other passengers who were on that bus?"

"Sorry, I can't help you out there. I was traveling alone."

"I know, but you spoke to some of the other passengers, didn't you?"

"To tell you the truth, I had a lot on my mind. I wasn't paying much attention to anyone else."

"Do you remember anything about any of them?" Dan Wayne was silent for a moment.

"Well, there was an Italian priest. I talked to him quite a bit. He seemed like a nice fellow. I want to tell you something, that flying saucer thing really shook him up. He kept talking about the devil."

"Did you speak to anyone else?"

Dan Wayne shrugged.

"Not really. ... Wait a minute. I talked a little bit to some fellow who owns a bank in Canada." He ran his tongue across his lips.

"To tell you the truth, I'm having a little financial problem here with the ranch. It looks as though I might lose it. I hate goddamn bankers. They're all bloodsuckers. Anyway, I thought this fellow might be Page 112

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different. When I found out he was a banker, I talked to him about trying to work out some kind of loan arrangement here. But he was just like all the rest of them. He couldn't have been less interested."

"You said he was from Canada?"

"Yeah, Fort Smith, up in the Northwest Territories. I'm afraid that's about all I can tell you." Robert tried to conceal his excitement.

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne, you've been very helpful." Robert rose.

"That's it? Would you like to stay for supper?"

"No, thanks. I have to be on my way. Good luck with the ranch."

"Thanks."

Fort Smith, Canada Northwest Territories Robert waited until General Hilliard came on the line.

"Yes, Commander?"

"I found another witness. Dan Wayne. He owns The Ponderosa, a ranch outside of Waco, Texas."

"Very good. I'll have our office in Dallas speak to him."

FLASH MESSAGE TOP SECRET ULTRA

NSA TO DEPUTY DIRECTOR DCI

EYES ONLY

COPY ONE OF (ONE) COPIES

SUBJECT: OPERATION DOOMSDAY

6. DANIEL WAYNE-WACO

END OF MESSAGE

In Langley, Virginia, the deputy director of the Central Intelligence Agency studied the transmission thoughtfully. Number six. Things were going well. Commander Bellamy was doing an extraordinary job. The decision to select him had been a wise one. Janus had been right. The man was always right. And he had the power to have his wishes carried out. So much power. ... The director looked at the message again. Make it look like an accident, he thought. That shouldn't be difficult. He pressed a buzzer.

The two men arrived at the ranch in a dark blue van. They parked in the courtyard and got out of the car, carefully looking around. Dan Wayne's first thought was that they had come to take possession of the ranch. He opened the door for them.

"Dan Wayne?"

"Yes. What can I-?"

That was as far as he got.

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The second man had stepped behind him and hit him hard across the skull with a blackjack.

The larger of the two men slung the unconscious rancher over his shoulder and carried him outside to the barn. There were eight horses in the barn. The men ignored them and walked to the last stall in back. Inside was a beautiful black stallion. The large man said, "This is the one." He put Wayne's body down.

The second man picked up a cattle prod from the ground, stepped up to the stall door, and hit the stallion with the electric prod. The stallion whinnied and reared up. The man hit him hard again across the nose. The stallion was bucking wildly now, confined in the small space, smashing against the walls of the stall, his teeth bared and the whites of his eyes flashing.

"Now," the smaller man said. His companion lifted the body of Dan Wayne and tossed it over the half door into the stall. They watched the bloody scene for several moments, then, satisfied, turned and left.

FLASH MESSAGE TOP SECRET ULTRA

DC TO DEPUTY DIRECTOR NSA

EYES ONLY

COPY ONE OF (ONE) COPIES

SUBJECT: OPERATION DOOMSDAY

6. DANIEL WAYNE-WACO-TERMINATED

END OF MESSAGE

Day Nine Fort Smith, Canada

Fort Smith, in the Northwest Territories, is a prosperous town of two thousand people, most of them farmers and cattle ranchers, with a sprinkling of merchants. The climate is demanding, with long and rigorous winters, and the town is living proof of Darwin's theory of the survival of the fittest.

William Mann was one of the fit ones, a survivor. He had been born in Michigan, but in his early thirties, he had passed through Fort Smith on a fishing trip and had decided that the community needed another good bank. He had seized the opportunity. There was only one other bank there, and it took William Mann less than two years to put his competitor out of business. Mann ran his bank the way a bank should be run. His god was mathematics, and he saw to it that the numbers always came out to his benefit. His favorite story was the joke about the man who went to a banker pleading for a loan so that his young son could have an immediate operation to save his life. When the applicant said he had no security, the banker told him to get out of his office.

"I'll go," the man said, "but I want to tell you that in all my years, I've never met anyone as coldhearted as you are."

"Wait a minute," the banker replied.

"I'll make you a sporting proposition. One of my eyes is. a glass eye. If you can tell me which one it is, I'll give you the loan." Instantly, Page 114

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the man said, "Your left one." The banker was amazed.

"No one knows that. How could you tell?" The man said, "That's easy. For a moment, I thought I detected a gleam of sympathy in your left eye, so I knew it must be your glass eye." That, to William Mann, was a good businessman's story. One did not conduct business based on sympathy. You had to look at the bottom line. While other banks in Canada and the United States were toppling like tenpins, William Mann's bank was stronger than ever. His philosophy was simple: No loans to start up businesses. No investments in junk bonds. No loans to neighbors whose children might desperately need an operation.

Mann had a respect that bordered on awe for the Swiss banking system. The gnomes of Zurich were bankers' bankers. So, one day, William Mann decided to go to Switzerland to speak to some of the bankers there to learn if there was anything he was missing, any way he could squeeze more cents out of the Canadian dollar. He had been received graciously, but in the end he had learned nothing new. His own banking methods were admirable, and the Swiss bankers had not hesitated to tell him so. On the day he was to leave for home, Mann decided to treat himself to a tour of the Alps. He had found the tour boring. The scenery was interesting, but no prettier than the scenery around Fort Smith. One of the passengers, a Texan, had dared try to persuade him to make a loan on a ranch that was going into bankruptcy. He had laughed in the man's face. The only thing about the tour that was of any interest was the crash of the so-called flying saucer. Mann had not believed in the reality of that for an instant. He was sure it had been staged by the Swiss government to impress tourists. He had been to Walt Disney World, and he had seen similar things that looked real but were faked. It's Switzerland's glass eye, he thought sardonically. William Mann was happy to return home.

Every minute of the banker's day was meticulously scheduled, and when his secretary came in and said that a stranger wished to see him, Mann's first instinct was to dismiss him.

"What is it he wants?"

"He says he wants to do an interview with you. He's writing an article about bankers."

That was a different matter entirely. Publicity of the right kind was good for business. William Mann straightened his jacket, smoothed down his hair, and said, "Send him in." His visitor was an American. He was well-dressed, which indicated that he worked for one of the better magazines or newspapers.

"Mr. Mann?"

"Yes."

"Robert Bellamy."

"My secretary tells me you want to do an article about me.

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"But you'll certainly be prominent in it. My newspaper-"

"Which newspaper is that?"

"The Wall Street Journal." Ah, yes. This is going to be excellent.

"The Journal feels that most bankers are too isolated from what's going on in the rest of the world. They seldom travel, they don't go to other countries. You, on the other hand, Mr. Mann, have the reputation of being very well traveled."

"I suppose I am," Mann said modestly.

"As a matter of fact, I came back from a trip to Switzerland just last week."

"Really? Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes. I met with several other bankers there. We discussed world economics."

Robert had pulled out a notebook and was making notes.

"Did you have any time for pleasure?"

"Not really. Oh, I took a little tour on one of those buses. I had never seen the Alps before."

Robert made another note.

"A tour. Now that's exactly the kind of thing we're looking for," Robert said encouragingly.

"I imagine you met a lot of interesting people on the bus."

"Interesting?"

He thought about the Texan who had tried to borrow money.

"Not really."

"Oh?"

Mann looked at him. The reporter obviously expected him to say more.

"You'll certainly be prominent in it."

"There was this Russian girl."

Robert made a note.

"Really? Tell me about her."

"Well, we got to talking, and I explained to her how backward Russia was and what terrible trouble they were heading for unless they changed."

"She must have been very impressed," Robert said.

"Oh, she was. Seemed like a bright girl. For a Russian, that is. They're all pretty insulated, you know."

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"Did she mention her name?"

"No-wait. It was Olga something."

"Did she happen to say where she was from?"

"Yes. She works as a librarian at the main branch in Kiev. It was her first trip abroad, I guess because of glasnost. If you want my opinion.. .'~ He stopped to make sure Robert was writing it down.

"Gorbachev sent Russia to hell in a handbasket. East Germany was handed to Bonn on a plate. On the political front, Gorbachev moved too fast, and on the economic front he moved too slowly."

"That's fascinating," Robert murmured. He spent another half hour with the banker, listening to his opinionated comments on everything from the Common Market to arms control. He was able to get no further information about other passengers.

When Robert returned to his hotel, he telephoned General Hilliard's office.

"Just a moment, Commander Bellamy." He heard a series of clicks, and then General Hilliard was on the line.

"Yes, Commander?"

"I've traced another passenger, General."

"The name?"

"William Mane. He owns a bank in Fort Smith, Canada."

"Thank you. I'll have the Canadian authorities speak to him right away."

"By the way, he gave me another lead. I'll be flying to Russia this evening. I'll need a visa from Intourist."

"Where are you calling from?"

"Fort Smith."

"Stop at the Visigoth Hotel in Stockholm. There will be an envelope for you at the desk."

"Thank you."

FLASH MESSAGE TOP SECRET ULTRA

NSA TO DEPUTY DIRECTOR CGHQ

EYES ONLY

COPY ONE OF (ONE) COPies

SUBJECT: OPERATION DOOMSDAY

7. WILLIAM MANN-FORT SMITH

END OF MESSAGE

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not expecting anyone, and he disliked unannounced callers. His housekeeper had retired, and his wife was asleep in her room upstairs. Annoyed, Mann opened the front door. Two men dressed in black suits stood in the doorway.

"William Mann?"

"Yes."

One of the men pulled out an identification card.

"We're from the Bank of Canada. May we come in?" Mann frowned.

"What's this about?"

"We would prefer to discuss this inside, if you don't mind."

"Very well." He led the men into the living room.

"You were recently in Switzerland, were you not?" The question threw him off guard.

"What? Yes, but what on earth-?"

"While you were gone we had your books audited, Mr. Mann. Are you aware that there is a shortage in your bank of one million dollars?" William Mann looked at the two men, aghast.

"What are you talking about? I check those books every week myself. There has never been one penny missing!"

"One million dollars, Mr. Mann. We think you're responsible for embezzling it."

His face was turning red. He found himself sputtering.

"How-how dare you! Get out of here before I call the police."

"That won't do you any good. What we want you to do is repent." He was staring at them now, confused.

"Repent? Repent what?

You're crazy!"

"No, sir."

One of the men pulled out a gun.

"Sit down, Mr. Mann."

Oh, my God! I'm being robbed.