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"George did?"
"I did," Kenner said.
"So you were behind this?"
"No, I merely consulted with George. It was his ball game. But the point is, once you outsource the money, you no longer control how it is spent. Or, you have deniability about how it is spent. "
"Jesus," Evans said. "All this time, I just thought George was worried about the Vanutu lawsuit. "
"No," Kenner said. "The lawsuit is probably hopeless. It is very unlikely it will ever go to trial. "
"But Balder said when he gets good sea-level data"
"Balder already has the good data. He has had it for months. "
"What?"
"The data show no rise in South Pacific sea levels for the last thirty years. "
"What?"
Kenner turned to Sarah. "Is he always like this?"
The flight attendant set out placemats, napkins, and silverware. "Ive got fusilli pasta with chicken, asparagus, and sun-dried tomatoes," she said, "and a mixed green salad to follow. Would anyone like wine?"
"White wine," Evans said.
"I have Puligny-Montrachet. Im not sure of the year, I think its 98. Mr. Morton usually kept 98 on board. "
"Just give me the whole bottle," Evans said, trying to make a joke. Kenner had unnerved him. Earlier in the evening, Kenner had been excited, almost twitchy-nervous. But now, sitting on the airplane, he was very still. Implacable. He had the manner of a man who was telling obvious truths, even though none of it was obvious to Peter. "I had it all wrong," Evans said finally. "If what youre saying is true amp;"
Kenner just nodded slowly.
Evans thought: Hes letting me put it together. He turned to Sarah. "Did you know this, too?"
"No," she said. "But I knew something was wrong. George was very upset for the last two weeks. "
"You think thats why he gave that speech, and then killed himself?"
"He wanted to embarrass NERF," Kenner said. "He wanted intense media scrutiny of that organization. Because he wanted to stop what is about to happen. "
The wine came in cut glass crystal. Evans gulped it, held out his glass for more. "And what is about to happen?" he said.
"According to that list, there will be four events," Kenner said. "In four locations in the world. Roughly one day apart. "
"What kind of events?"
Kenner shook his head. "We now have three good clues. "
Sanjong fingered his napkin. "This is real linen," he said, in an awestruck tone. "And real crystal. "
"Nice, huh?" Evans said, draining his glass again.
Sarah said, "What are the clues?"
"The first is the fact that the timing is not exact. You might think a terrorist event would be precisely planned, down to the minute. These events are not. "
"Maybe the group isnt that well organized. "
"I doubt thats the explanation. The second clue we got tonight, and its very important," Kenner said. "As you saw from the list, there are several alternate locations for these events. Again, youd think a terrorist organization would pick one location and stick to it. But this group hasnt done that. "
"Why not?"
"I assume it reflects the kind of events that are planned. There must be some uncertainty inherent in the event itself, or in the conditions needed for it to take place. "
"Pretty vague. "
"Its more than we knew twelve hours ago. "
"And the third clue?" Evans said, gesturing to the flight attendant to refill his glass.
"The third clue we have had for some time. Certain government agencies track the sale of restricted high technologies that might be useful to terrorists. For example, they track everything that can be used in nuclear weapons productioncentrifuges, certain metals, and so on. They track the sale of all conventional high explosives. They track certain critical biotechnologies. And they track equipment that might be used to disrupt communications networksthat generate electromagnetic impulses, for example, or high-intensity radio frequencies. "
"Yes amp;"
"They do this work with neural network pattern-recognition computers that search for regularities in great masses of datain this case, basically thousands of sales invoices. About eight months ago, the computers detected a very faint pattern that seemed to indicate a common origin for the widely scattered sale of certain field and electronic equipment. "
"How did the computer decide that?"
"The computer doesnt tell you that. It just reports the pattern, which is then investigated by agents on the ground. "
"And?"
"The pattern was confirmed. ELF was buying very sophisticated high technology from companies in Vancouver, London, Osaka, Helsinki, and Seoul. "
"What kind of equipment?" Evans said.
Kenner ticked them off on his fingers. "Fermentation tanks for AOB primersthats ammonia-oxidizing bacteria. Mid-level particle-dispersal units, military grade. Tectonic impulse generators. Transportable MHD units. Hypersonic cavitation generators. Resonant impact processor assemblies. "
"I dont know what any of that is," Evans said.
"Few people do," Kenner said. "Some of its fairly standard environmental technology, like the AOB primer tanks. Theyre used in industrial wastewater treatment. Some of its military but sold on the open market. And some of its highly experimental. But its all expensive. "
Sarah said, "But how is it going to be used?"
Kenner shook his head. "Nobody knows. Thats what were going to find out. "
"How do you think its going to be used?"
"I hate to speculate," Kenner said. He picked up a basket of rolls. "Bread, anyone?"
Chapter 30
TO PUNTA ARENAS
WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 6
3:01 A. M.
The jet flew through the night.
The front of the cabin was darkened; Sarah and Sanjong were sleeping on makeshift beds, but Evans couldnt sleep. He sat in the back, staring out the window at the carpet of clouds glowing silver in the moonlight.
Kenner sat opposite him. "Its a beautiful world, isnt it?" he said. "Water vapor is one of the distinctive features of our planet. Makes such beauty. Its surprising there is so little scientific understanding of how water vapor behaves. "
"Really?"
"The atmosphere is a bigger mystery than anyone will admit. Simple example: No one can say for sure if global warming will result in more clouds, or fewer clouds. "
"Wait a minute," Evans said. "Global warming is going to raise the temperature, so more moisture will evaporate from the ocean, and more moisture means more clouds. "
"Thats one idea. But higher temperature also means more water vapor in the air and therefore fewer clouds. "
"So which is it?"
"Nobody knows. "
"Then how do they make computer models of climate?" Evans said.
Kenner smiled. "As far as cloud cover is concerned, they guess. "
"They guess?"
"Well, they dont call it a guess. They call it an estimate, or parameterization, or an approximation. But if you dont understand something, you cant approximate it. Youre really just guessing. "
Evans felt the beginnings of a headache. He said, "I think its time for me to get some sleep. "
"Good idea," Kenner said, glancing at his watch. "We still have another eight hours before we land. "
The flight attendant gave Evans some pajamas. He went into the bathroom to change. When he came out, Kenner was still sitting there, staring out the window at the moonlit clouds. Against his better judgment, Evans said, "By the way. You said earlier that the Vanutu lawsuit wont go to trial. "
"Thats right. "
"Why not? Because of the sea-level data?"
"In part, yes. Its hard to claim global warming is flooding your country if sea levels arent rising. "
"Its hard to believe sea levels arent rising," Evans said. "Everything you read says that they are. All the television reports amp;"
Kenner said, "Remember African killer bees? There was talk of them for years. Theyre here now, and apparently theres no problem. Remember Y2K? Everything you read back then said disaster was imminent. Went on for months. But in the end, it just wasnt true. "
Evans thought that Y2K didnt prove anything about sea levels. He felt an urge to argue that point, but found himself suppressing a yawn.
"Its late," Kenner said. "We can talk about all this in the morning. "
"Youre not going to sleep?"
"Not yet. I have work to do. "
Evans went forward to where the others were sleeping. He lay down across the aisle from Sarah, and pulled the covers up to his chin. Now his feet were exposed. He sat up, wrapped the blanket around his toes, and then lay down again. The blanket only came to mid-shoulder. He thought about getting up and asking the flight attendant for another.
And then he slept.
He awoke to harsh, glaring sunlight. He heard the clink of silverware, and smelled coffee. Evans rubbed his eyes, and sat up. In the back of the plane, the others were eating breakfast.
He looked at his watch. Hed slept for more than six hours.
He walked to the back of the plane.
"Better eat," Sarah said, "we land in an hour. "
They stepped out onto the runway of Marso del Mar, shivering in the chill wind that whipped in off the ocean. The land around them was low, green, marshy, and cold. In the distance Evans saw the jagged, snow-covered spires of the El Fogara range of southern Chile.
"I thought this was summer," he said.
"It is," Kenner said. "Late spring, anyway. "
The airfield consisted of a small wooden terminal, and a row of corrugated steel hangars, like oversize Quonset huts. There were seven or eight other aircraft on the field, all four-engine prop planes. Some had skis that were retracted above the landing wheels.
"Right on time," Kenner said, pointing to the hills beyond the airport. A Land Rover was bouncing toward them. "Lets go. "
Inside the little terminal, which was little more than a single large room, its walls covered with faded, stained air charts, the group tried on parkas, boots, and other gear brought by the Land Rover. The parkas were all bright red or orange. "I tried to get everybodys size right," Kenner said. "Make sure you take long johns and microfleece, too. "
Evans glanced at Sarah. She was sitting on the floor, pulling on heavy socks and boots. Then she unselfconsciously stripped down to her bra, and pulled a fleece top over her head. Her movements were quick, businesslike. She didnt look at any of the men.
Sanjong was staring at the charts on the wall, and seemed particularly interested in one. Evans went over. "What is it?"
Punta Arenas 18882004 "Its the record from the weather station at Punta Arenas, near here. Its the closest city to Antarctica in the world. " He tapped the chart and laughed. "Theres your global warming. "
Evans frowned at the chart.
"Finish up, everybody," Kenner said, glancing at his watch. "Our plane leaves in ten minutes. "
Evans said, "Where exactly are we going?"
"To the base nearest Mount Terror. Its called Weddell Station. Run by New Zealanders. "
"Whats there?"
"Not much, mate," the Land Rover driver said, and he laughed. "But the way the weathers been lately, youll be lucky if you can get there at all. "
Chapter 31
TO WEDDELL STATION
WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 6
8:04 A. M.
Evans stared out the narrow window of the Hercules. The vibration of the props made him sleepy, but he was fascinated by what he saw beneath himmile after mile of gray ice, a vista broken by intermittent fog, and the occasional outcrop of black rock. It was a monochromatic, sunless world. And it was huge.
"Enormous," Kenner said. "People have no perspective on Antarctica, because it appears as a fringe at the bottom of most maps. But in fact, Antarctica is a major feature on the Earths surface, and a major factor in our climate. Its a big continent, one and a half times the size of either Europe or the United States, and it holds ninety percent of all the ice on the planet. "
"Ninety percent?" Sarah said. "You mean theres only ten percent in the rest of the world?"
"Actually, since Greenland has four percent, all the other glaciers in the worldKilimanjaro, the Alps, the Himalaya, Sweden, Norway, Canada, Siberiathey all account for six percent of the planets ice. The overwhelming majority of the frozen water of our planet is in the continent of Antarctica. In many places the ice is five or six miles thick. "
"No wonder theyre concerned that the ice here is melting," Evans said.
Kenner said nothing.
Sanjong was shaking his head.
Evans said, "Come on, guys. Antarctica is melting. "
"Actually, its not," Sanjong said. "I can give you the references, if you like. "
Kenner said, "While you were asleep, Sanjong and I were talking about how to clarify things for you, since you seem to be so ill-informed. "
"Ill-informed?" Evans said, stiffening.
"I dont know what else one would call it," Kenner said. "Your heart may be in the right place, Peter, but you simply dont know what youre talking about. "
"Hey," he said, controlling his anger. "Antarctica is melting. "
"You think repetition makes something true? The data show that one relatively small area called the Antarctic Peninsula is melting and calving huge icebergs. Thats what gets reported year after year. But the continent as a whole is getting colder, and the ice is getting thicker. "
"Antarctica is getting colder?"
Sanjong had taken out a laptop and was hooking it up to a small portable bubble jet printer. He flipped open his laptop screen.
"What we decided," Kenner said, "is that were going to give you references from now on. Because its too boring to try and explain everything to you. "