‘I don’t think that was Xin,’ he said.
‘But the process is similar. The Guardians, Greenwatch, and in both cases information was spread virulently through the net. Containing that spread is practically impossible. So you don’t attempt a surgically precise operation, but instead immediately destroy the entire infrastructure and kill everyone that comes into question as a knowledge carrier. And even that doesn’t give you any guarantees, but you can delay the spread. That’s exactly what Kenny’s doing. I’m telling you, he’d blow up this very building if he could be sure that it would buy him some time.’
‘Because the operation is about to take place.’
‘And we can’t do a damn thing about it.’ Yoyo slammed her fist into the palm of her other hand. ‘Time’s working against us. He’s going to win, Owen, that piece of shit is going to win.’
Jericho walked up next to her and looked out into the London night.
‘We have to find out who’s pulling the strings. Before they can carry out the attack.’
‘But how?’ snorted Yoyo. ‘We only ever find Xin.’
‘And MI6 have homed in on the Chinese. The MI5, Norrington, Shaw—’
‘Well.’ She shrugged. ‘We thought it was them almost the whole time too, right?’
Jericho sighed. She was right, of course. They were the ones who had ignited the China theory smoke bomb.
‘On the other hand, as you’ve already said: the Moon crisis doesn’t fit. Why would China unleash an argument over mining zones at a time when the last thing it needs is international attention?’
‘Norrington thinks it’s a distraction tactic.’
‘Great distraction tactic. It led to Beijing being accused of putting weapons on the Moon! Not exactly trust-inspiring if a bomb does end up going off. And besides, Owen, why didn’t they just send a Chinese assassin up in a Chinese rocket?’
‘Because, according to Norrington, a member of the tour group had better access to the Gaia.’
‘Nonsense, what kind of access? To set off an atomic bomb? You don’t need access for that, you just chuck it down outside the door, make a run for it and blow the thing sky high. Remember what Vogelaar said. It was Zheng he didn’t trust, not Beijing.’
‘And what would Zheng get from killing Orley and destroying his hotel? Would that help him to build better space elevators? Better fusion reactors?’
‘Hmm.’ Yoyo sucked on her index finger. ‘Unless Orley’s death would turn the balance of power in the company upside down to Zheng’s advantage.’
‘Vogelaar had another theory.’
‘That someone’s trying to turn the Moon powers against one another?’
‘Well, it wouldn’t have to go to extremes right away. They wouldn’t unleash world war that quickly. But a few things would change.’
‘One of them would be weakened—’
‘And the third party strengthened, secretly laughing all the while.’ Jericho hit the palm of his hand against the windowpane. ‘Do you see, that’s what strikes me about the whole thing. It’s all so obvious! It seems so – staged!’
‘Okay, fine, let’s leave China aside for a moment. Who else would benefit from Orley’s downfall?’
‘A bullet would be enough for just him. You don’t need a nuclear bomb for that.’ Jericho turned away. ‘You know what, before we drive ourselves crazy going over it all, we should ask Aunt Jennifer.’
* * *
‘MI6 loves the China theory,’ said Shaw a few minutes later, ‘and so does MI5. Andrew Norrington even wants to call in the Chinese ambassador.’
‘And you?’
‘I’m torn. The theory doesn’t seem to make sense to me, but then it doesn’t necessarily make much sense to a dog when his master puts the dog food on the top shelf. We have to put China as the focus of our mistrust. And as far as Julian is concerned, there are whole armies who would rather see him dead than alive.’
‘There’s a rumour that he wants to make his patent accessible to the world.’
‘That’s possible,’ Shaw conceded.
‘Could that be in Zheng’s interest?’
‘It definitely wouldn’t be in America’s. A change at the top of our organisation would be very useful to Washington right now. The chemistry is a little off at the moment, as you know.’
Jericho hesitated. The branch of a new thought was appearing in his mind and developing lively side shoots.
‘Are there individuals in the Orley enterprise who don’t agree with Julian?’ he asked. ‘Who represent Washington’s position?’
Shaw smiled grimly.
‘What do you think? That we hold hands? Just the fact that Julian is considering freeing himself from American monogamy is considered by many to be tantamount to sacrilege. Except, as long as the boss has the say, they just grumble over their beers and keep their traps shut. You would like Julian, Owen, he’s the kind of man you can have fun with. Meanwhile you quickly forget that he’ll fight to get what he wants with despotic energy, if that’s what it takes. Creatives and strategists have all the freedom they want with him, as long as they sing from his hymn sheet. Palace revolutionaries should just be happy that the guillotine was done away with.’
‘Isn’t his daughter the second in command in the company? What does she think about the patent thing?’
‘Exactly the same as her father. I know what you’re getting at. You can’t corrode Orley Enterprises from the inside.’
‘Unless—’
‘Over Julian’s dead body.’
‘There you go,’ said Yoyo, unmoved. ‘There may be forces in the company that want him dead, but can’t do anything by themselves. Who would they collaborate with?’
‘The CIA,’ said Shaw, without hesitation.
‘Oh.’
‘I know that for a fact. The CIA are developing scenarios of what form a partnership without Julian might take. They’re thinking about everything. The Americans are worried about their national security.’
‘It’s a known fact that the State can withdraw patents if national security is at risk’ said Jericho.
‘Yes, but Julian is British, not American. And the Brits have no issues with him, quite the opposite in fact. With the taxes he pays, the prime minister himself would personally take a bullet for him. And besides, it’s about economy, not war. Julian isn’t endangering anyone’s national security, just their profits.’
‘The only way of controlling the company from the outside would be to get rid of him.’
‘Correct.’
‘Could Zheng Pang-Wang—?’
‘No. After all, Zheng’s hopes rest entirely on Julian, and the possibility that he may at least talk him into a joint venture one day. As soon as other people are running Orley, Zheng would be completely out of the picture. That reminds me, Edda put together the data you asked for.’
‘Yes, it’s about—’
‘Vic Thorn, I know. Interesting idea. Excuse me, Owen, I’m just getting a call from our control centre in the Isla de las Estrellas. We’ll put the data on your computer.’
* * *
‘The CIA,’ ruminated Yoyo. ‘That’s a new one.’
‘Yet another theory.’ Jericho rested his head in his hands. It suddenly felt as heavy as lead. ‘Getting rid of their own business partner and putting the blame on the Chinese.’
‘Plausible?’
‘Of course it is!’
They sat there silently for a while. An icon had appeared on Diane’s monitor, VICTHORN, but Jericho was overcome by the paralysis of mental overload. He needed a jump start to get going. Some insignificant little victory.
‘Listen,’ he said. ‘We’re going to do something now that we should have done a lot sooner.’
He pulled the icon of the intertwined snake bodies onto the screen and named it UNKNOWN.
‘Diane.’
‘Yes, Owen?’
‘Look in the net for equivalents of UNKNOWN. What is it about? Show me the corresponding data an
d deliver contextual background.’
‘One moment, Owen.’
Yoyo came and sat next to him, crossed her arms on the table and laid her chin in the crook of an elbow. ‘Her voice is very lovely, I grant you,’ she said. ‘If she looked as—’
The screen filled with images.
‘Would you like to hear a summary, Owen?’
‘Yes, please, Diane.’
‘It’s very likely that the graphics show a Hydra. A nine-headed, snake-like monster from Greek mythology, which lived in the swamps of the Argolid and prowled through the surrounding lands, killing cattle and humans and destroying harvests. Even though the Hydra’s middle head was immortal, she was defeated by Heracles, a son of Zeus. Would you like to hear more about Heracles?’
‘Tell me how Heracles defeated the Hydra.’
‘The snake’s distinguishing characteristic was that it grew two new heads for every one that was chopped off, with the result that it became increasingly dangerous as the fight went on. It was only when Heracles began to burn off the neck stumps with the help of his nephew Ioalaus that the new heads were no longer able to grow. Eventually, Heracles succeeded in striking off Hydra’s immortal head too. He dismembered the body and immersed a stake in its blood, which from then on could create incurable wounds. Would you like to hear more details?’
‘Not right now, Diane, thank you.’
‘A Greek monster,’ said Yoyo, her eyes wide. ‘In the picture it looks more Asian.’
‘An organisation with lots of heads.’
‘That grow back when you knock them off.’
‘But would Chinese conspirators really make a creature from Greek mythology into their symbol?’
Yoyo stared at the monitor. Diane had found around two dozen images of the Hydra, various depictions, in artefacts spread across two millennia, all of which showed a scaly snake body with nine tongued heads.
‘No, not a chance in hell,’ she said.
Peary Base, North Pole, The Moon
They felt a little like the survivors from a wagon-train of white settlers, the ones who had made it to the fort in the nick of time, even though there were no equivalents of Indians to be seen anywhere. But at the moment when the Callisto descended over the base’s space station, O’Keefe couldn’t help but picture US cavalry stationed at the Pole, a troop of riders who came tearing over the plateau to protect them, hats and flashing epaulettes, fanfares, shots fired in the air, the familiar tropes: Are you safe, Sergeant? – Aye, sir! A hell of a journey. I didn’t think we’d make it. I see the Donoghues aren’t here. Dead, sir. Blast! And the staff? – Dead, sir, all dead. My God! And Winter? – Didn’t make it, sir. We lost Hsu too. Terrible! – Yes, sir, horrible.
How strange. Even something as exotic as space travel only seemed to function through the cultivation of earthly myths, by imposing elements of the familiar onto the unfamiliar. Something designed to expand the mind ended up being subjected to musty familiarity and forced into narrow spectrums of association. Perhaps people couldn’t help it. Perhaps making the unusual seem banal prevented them from perishing of their own banality, even if it meant their subconscious calling on the services of the western, a genre whose task had been to put a chaotic world back to order with the assistance of sharp ammunition and sublime landscapes. A lot of bad things have happened, Sergeant. Aye, sir. So many have died. Aye. But look at the land, Sergeant! Is it not worth every man lost? – I wouldn’t miss it, sir! – What a wonderful country! Our hearts beat for it, our blood flows for it. We may die, but the land remains. I love this country. By God, me too! Let’s ride!
My arse!
As soon as Nina landed the Callisto at the Pole, all eyes were directed towards the Charon. To the southern end of the landing field, surrounded by the base’s spaceships, the landing module rested like a small, impregnable castle on stilt legs. O’Keefe recalled their first leaps and steps, filled with that conquistador-like feeling of having conquered something, unsuspecting that they would come back just a few days later, depleted and demoralised. The monochrome landscape and mother-of-pearl sea of stars had lost none of their beauty, even after the disaster in Gaia, but their gazes had now turned inwards. The adventure was over. The desire to escape had extinguished the pioneering spirit.
‘Well, I don’t know.’ Leland Palmer, a small, Irish-looking man and commander of the base, looked around at them sceptically. ‘None of it seems to make sense to me.’
‘Well, then a lot of people had to die for something that makes no sense,’ said O’Keefe.
A robot bus had brought them from the landing field to Igloo 2, one of the two domed living quarters which formed the centre of the base. Igloo 1 contained the headquarters and scientific working area, while its neighbouring counterpart was for leisure activities and medical care. In a lounge which oscillated between comfort and functionality, they had told the residents their story, while Karla, Eva and the Nairs were examined for signs of smoke poisoning and Olympiada Rogacheva, in a state of self-reproach, had her leg put in splints. Lynn had sat amongst them silently for a while, until Tim, his face contorted with worry, had taken her hand and told her she should lie down, sleep and forget, a suggestion that she had followed apathetically.
‘I mean there’s no sense to the expense,’ said Palmer. ‘I mean, just look at what a simple oxygen fire can do! What would someone need a nuclear bomb for?’
‘Unless you factor in the location,’ Dana suggested.
‘You mean you think the bomb isn’t for the Gaia at all?’
‘Not exclusively, I would say.’
‘That’s true,’ said Ögi. ‘A few hand grenades, correctly positioned, would have done the job, no problem. I happen to know a thing or two about mini-nukes—’
‘You do?’ said Heidrun, amazed.
‘From the television, my dear. And one thing I know is that you shouldn’t let yourself be fooled by the cute terminology, you know, Mini Rock, Mini Mouse, Mini Nuke. Every one of the mini-nukes which disappeared from the holdings of the former Soviet Union in the early nineties was capable of obliterating Manhattan.’
‘So what are they trying to destroy, then?’ asked Wachowski.
‘Gaia is at the edge of a basin,’ said Tim, his head resting in his hands. ‘Where the Vallis Alpina rounds out.’
‘What would happen if someone set off a nuclear bomb in a basin like that?’ asked O’Keefe.
‘Well.’ Wachowski shrugged. ‘It would contaminate it.’
‘More than that,’ said Palmer. ‘There’s no air here to spread radioactive material, no atmospheric fallout. But on the other hand nor is there anything to slow down the explosion’s energy. The direct destruction itself would be enormous, a bit like the impact of a meteorite. The pressure would blast away the edges of the basin, the heat would turn its walls to glass, vast quantities of rock would be catapulted into the air, but above all, the detonation would be tunnelled.’
‘Which means?’ asked Heidrun.
‘That there’s only one direction, apart from upwards, that the pressure can be released.’
‘Into the valley.’
‘Yes. The waves of pressure would graze along the entire Vallis Alpina, accelerated by the steep walls. I’d estimate that the whole area would be lost.’
‘But to what purpose? What’s so special about the valley, apart from the fact that it’s beautiful?’
Tim crossed his fingers and shook his head. ‘I’m more concerned with wondering why the bomb hasn’t gone off yet.’
‘Well, up to three and a half hours ago it hadn’t gone off yet,’ O’Keefe corrected him. ‘By now it could have blown sky high.’
‘And we wouldn’t have a clue here!’ growled Wachowski. ‘What a mess! What the hell is wrong with the satellites?’
* * *
I could tell you all a thing or two, thought Dana. ‘Either way,’ she said, ‘we won’t solve the problem here and now, and to be honest I’m not interested right at this moment. I wan
t to know what has happened on Aristarchus.’
‘The shuttles should be fuelled up soon,’ promised Wachowski.
‘Hmm, Carl.’ Heidrun wrinkled her forehead. ‘I wonder what he’ll do?’
‘That depends. Is he alive, are the others alive? Was he able to flee? My bet is that he still has something he needs to do in the hotel.’
‘And what would that be?’ asked Tim.
‘Priming the bomb.’ She looked at him. ‘What else?’
‘He needs to prime it?’
‘Possibly.’ Wachowski nodded. ‘How else would you ignite the thing?’
‘Remote control.’
‘In order to ignite it via remote control you’d need a very large antenna, which you would have seen when you were searching the Gaia. Otherwise, he’ll need to do the ignition himself.’
‘Which explains why we’re still alive,’ said Ögi. ‘Carl didn’t have a chance to set up a timed fuse. His plans were turned upside down.’
‘Do we care about that?’ O’Keefe looked around at them all. ‘I wouldn’t waste a minute looking for him. Let’s concentrate on the Ganymede.’
‘I totally agree with you,’ said Dana. ‘But it could come down to the same thing. If we find the Ganymede, we may stumble upon Hanna.’
‘That’s fine by me,’ growled O’Keefe. ‘More than fine.’
Nina came into the lounge.
‘We’re ready!’
‘Good.’ Dana and Palmer had agreed to send two search teams off right away. Nina was to fly the Callisto to the Plato crater, follow the Montes Jura along the mining zones and then head for Aristarchus. The Io, a shuttle belonging to the Peary Base, would set off fifteen minutes later, keep a southerly course by Plato, and then, 500 kilometres on, swing over the plain of the Mare Imbrium towards Callisto. Dana got up. ‘Let’s put the teams together.’
‘You can fly with me.’
‘Thank you, but I think my presence is more needed here. Someone has to look after the others. How many people can you spare, Leland?’
Palmer rubbed his chin. ‘Kyra Gore is our head pilot. She can fly the Io with Annie Jagellovsk, our astronomer—’