The president shook his head。 〃I never suspected that such a place existed。 Dodge must have found some money in the ‘black' budget； where he doesn't have to worry about congressional oversight… or anyone else's。〃
〃This place was built and designed for one purpose； Mr。 President： to house the shuttle； remove the sample； and destroy the orbiter；〃 Smith said。
〃I agree；〃 Klein added。 〃Bauer's operation has been moving ahead for years； Mr。 President。 Richardson would have needed at least that much time to create this facility。 And Bauer wouldn't have gone into this project unless he had an acplice he could trust absolutely。 General Richardson's position on the chemical…biological treaty that you signed is a matter of public record。 He fought you every step of the way。〃
〃And ultimately crossed the line between patriotism and treason；〃 Castilla said。 He looked at the two men。 〃I've heard your plan。 But I have to ask you again： do you remend we let this thing land？〃
Three faces looked up expectantly as the president returned to the Oval Office。
〃Ladies and gentlemen； thank you for your patience；〃 the president opened。 〃After careful consideration I've decided that the shuttle should be allowed to land at Groome Lake。〃
There were assenting nods all around。
〃Bill； I will expect to see plete details on this facility and the plans to deal with the orbiter and its contents。〃
〃You'll have them within the hour； sir；〃 the CIA director replied smartly。 〃I'd also like to remind everyone that Dr。 Reed has specifically requested that Dr。 Karl Bauer be present at the landing facility。 I believe that to be a sound suggestion。 Dr。 Bauer is a world authority on chemical…biological incidents。 In the past； he has worked closely with the Pentagon… including the Groome Lake project… and maintains a top…secret clearance。 He would be invaluable as an observer and adviser。〃
There were murmurs of agreement around the table。
〃Then we're adjourned；〃 the president said。 〃Air Force One leaves for Nevada in two hours。〃
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
After sending Dylan Reed orders to change the schedule； Dr。 Karl Bauer had immediately boarded his jet and winged east to his pany's sprawling plex near the Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena； California。
Knowing that the shuttle could land only at the Groome Lake flight…test facility； Bauer had been careful to make his presence in California seem like a coincidence。 The flight plan from Hawaii had been filed three days earlier； the staff in Pasadena had been told to expect him。
It was in his office； the windows overlooking the distant San Gabriel Mountains； that Bauer received his first call from Harry Landon。 He professed total shock； then deep concern； when the mission director explained the nature of the emergency that had overtaken Discovery。 He couldn't help but smile when Landon told him that Reed had specifically asked for him to be present at Groome Lake。 Bauer replied that； of course； he would make himself available。 He suggested that Landon contact General Richardson to confirm authorization for his presence。
Then the flight director； his voice breaking； told Bauer that Richardson and Price had been killed when the car they were in spun out of control。 Bauer's shock was genuine。 Thanking Landon； he immediately got on cnn and devoured the details。 From all counts； Richardson and Price's deaths were just that… an accident。
Which means that there are two less witnesses。 Good。
As far as Bauer was concerned； both men had served their purpose。 They had been especially helpful in removing that meddlesome Smith。 What remained to be done Bauer could acplish by himself。
Although he was far away from his principal facility in Hawaii； Bauer still had the resources to listen in on the NASA…Discovery transmissions。 Built into his desk was a small but powerful munications console that was hooked up to his laptop puter。 The screen displayed the shuttle's current range and trajectory； over the headset； Bauer heard real…time exchanges between Discovery and mission control。 NASA was following the exact game plan he'd predicted。 Checking the time； he thought that； barring plications； the orbiter would reenter the earth's atmosphere in a little over four hours from now。
Bauer slipped off the headset； closed the laptop； and shut down the console。 In a few hours； he would be in possession of a brand…new life form； an entity he had created and which； if ever released； would be the most fearful scourge ever to stalk the earth。 The thought left him giddy。 That no one… at least for a very long time… would associate him with the new virus was a matter of indifference。 Bauer's mindset was that of an art collector who bought a masterpiece only to hide it away from the world。 The joy； the thrill； the intoxication flowed not from the work's monetary value but from the fact that it was unique and that it was his。 Like the collector； Bauer would be the only one who would gaze upon the new variola； test it； probe its secrets。 And he already had a home for it in a special containment section of the laboratory on the Big Island。
Six hundred miles west of the Mississippi； Air Force One continued to wing its way west。
The president and the working group from the Oval Office were in the upper…deck conference room going over the latest reports from mission control。 As of the hour； Discovery was approaching the window through which it would reenter the earth's atmosphere。 According to Harry Landon； all systems onboard the orbiter were green。 Although Dylan Reed remained in the pilot's chair on the flight deck； the puters at mission control had taken mand of Discovery。
Floating through the invisible speakers； Landon's voice filled the room。 〃Mr。 President？〃
〃We're all here； Dr。 Landon；〃 Castilla said into the speakerphone。
〃We're ready top move through the window； sir。 At this point I need to inform the range safety officer whether or not to open up the channel to the autodestruct package or to stand down。〃
The president glanced around the room。 〃What are the implications if you open the channel？〃
〃That would allow for possible。。。 malfunctions； Mr。 President。 But if the channel remains closed； there is no chance that the package can be activated。〃。
〃I'll see to it right now； Mr。 Landon。 You'll have the necessary authorization in a moment。〃
Castilla left the conference room； passed through the Secret Service cabin； and entered the true heart of Air Force One… its munications chamber。 In an area the size of a galley kitchen； eight specialists monitored consoles and tended equipment that was light…years ahead of anything the public could imagine。 Shielded from electromagnetic pulses； the machines could send and receive digitally encrypted messages to and from any U。S。 facility； military or civilian； anywhere in the world。
One of the three techs on duty looked up。 〃Mr。 President？〃
〃I need to send a message；〃 Castilla said quietly。
Edwards Air Force Base lay seventy…five miles northeast of Los Angeles； on the fringe of the Mojave Desert。 In addition to housing first…strike bombers and fighter aircraft； and serving as the usual landing zone for the shuttle； the base had another； much less public function： it was one of the nation's six staging areas for RAID teams that would be activated in the event of a chemical…biological incident。
Virtually unknown to the public； the Rapid Attack and Incursion Detail was similar to NEST； the body of specialists who hunted lost or stolen nuclear weapons。 The contingent was housed in a squat； bunkerlike building in the western section of the airfield。 In a nearby hangar were a C…130 and three manche helicopters that would ferry the team to the emergency site。
The Ready Room was a cinderblock…lined area the size of a basketball court。 Along one wall were twelve cubicles； separated by curtains。 In each was a Level Four biohazard suit； plete with a rebreather； a weapon； and ammunition。 The eleven men who made up this incursion team were quietly checking their armaments。 Like SWAT teams； they carried an array of weapons； ranging from assault rifles to shotguns to various sidearms。 The only difference between them and SWAT was the lack of snipers。 RAID's business was close…in work； responsibility for securing the perimeter with the long guns belonged either to the army or to a federal SWAT unit。
The twelfth man； mander Jack Riley； was in his makeshift office at one end of the room。 He looked over the shoulder of his mo officer； seated in front of a portable munications unit； then back at Smith。
〃The shuttle's almost down； Jon；〃 he said。 〃We're starting to cut it kind of close。〃
Smith nodded at the tall； rangy man with whom he had trained at USAMRIID and later served with in Desert Storm。 〃I know。〃
Smith had been watching the clock too。 He and Klein had left Washington for Groome Lake two hours before the president and the others had boarded Air Force One。 Klein would go directly to the test site while Smith would hook up with RAID。 En route to Edwards； the chief executive had spoken with Riley； apprising him of an emergency situation onboard the shuttle； but leaving out the details。 He also told him that