***Antique jalopy, if you ask me, Boss. That version couldn’t break a hydrogen bond if his life depended on it***
Winger smiled. “Just got a raspberry from ANAD, guys. He doesn’t think much of ANAD 2.0 either. SOFIE, “he commanded the sim system, “display locations of all atmospheric perturbations detected by BioShield in the last forty eight hours.”
The concave displays of the sim tank flickered and a map projection of the world came up in pieces. Small whirlpools danced along the upper Amazon, among an island chain in the south Pacific, in the central Congo and in the highlands of Tibet.
“Isolated pockets,” Kraft observed. “Widely separated.”
“For now,” Winger said. “SOFIE…best prediction for disposition of these disturbances over the next seventy-two hours….”
The displays changed again, this time showing larger whirlpools and more of them.
“I was afraid of that,” Kraft said. “BioShield data says the disturbances will grow…maybe even link up.”
“We’ve got to find out what we’re up against,” Winger said. “Where’s that toxic gas coming from…what’s modifying the air.”
“And is it a natural process,” Tallant added. “…or something else?”
“Red Hammer,” Winger shook his head. “I’d bet money on it.”