The Project Eden Thrillers Box Set 1: Books 1 - 3 (Sick, Exit 9, & Pale Horse)

by Brett Battles

  Chloe was about thirty feet away, her pistol in her hand. “You all right?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be?” Ash huffed, climbing to his feet. “Thanks.”

  She shrugged. “That’s like a dozen you owe me now.”

  “How do you figure that?”

  “I’m rounding up.”

  THEY HID THE two bodies under the CF Guest Quarters. Come summer, if it warmed up enough, the smell of the thawing corpses would signal their location. Hopefully, there would still be someone alive in Grise Fiord to notice.

  Twenty-Seven

  “YOU’LL WANT TO see this,” Jordan said.

  Billy came around the table, and leaned over Jordan’s shoulder so he could look at the computer screen. The two had been holed away in one of the small meeting rooms in the Bunker since Billy’s return to the Ranch from Chicago. Though it was well after midnight, going to bed had not even crossed Billy’s mind.

  “What am I looking at?” he asked. On the screen was what appeared to be a night-vision video of a street.

  “Just watch.”

  Jordan tapped one of the arrows, speeding up the image for several seconds, then hit the space bar. The video ramped down to normal speed.

  On the right side of the frame was the edge of an industrial-type building, and on the left, the road the business was located on. Most of the shot, though, was focused on a chain-link gate fastened to the building. It was an obvious security shot meant to monitor who went in and out. At the moment, the gate was closed and no one was around.

  “Where is this?”

  “Give it a second, okay?”

  Billy watched the screen, unsure of what he was supposed to focus on. He was about to say as much when two headlights appeared in the upper left corner, coming out of a driveway a block down on the other side of the street. When the lights turned onto the road in the direction of the camera, Billy could see that it wasn’t a car, but a semitruck. It continued toward the camera for several seconds, then passed out of sight.

  Jordan stopped the playback, and looked triumphantly at Billy.

  “So what? A truck on a street.”

  Jordan dipped his head in disappointment. He pointed at the screen. “Look again. That’s not just any street. You’ve been there. That’s the one where the Hidde-Kel building is. And this truck…” He backed the video up and paused on the frame right before the semi moved out of view. “Just came out of Hidde-Kel’s lot.”

  Billy studied the picture. “You’re sure?”

  “Positive. It took a little finagling, but I was able to hack into the security system of a company just down the road. They keep two months’ worth of footage on their backup drives. Just had to hunt around until I found this.”

  Billy moved his finger toward the screen, hovering it just over the load on the back of the truck. “And is that…?”

  “Yes. It is.”

  A shipping container. An identical match, as a matter of fact, to the shipping containers in the footage their inside person had sent them.

  MATT AND RACHEL arrived within seconds of each other, both responding to urgent phone calls from Billy.

  “I need to go back out,” Billy told them.

  “Why?” Matt said, surprised.

  Billy nodded to Jordan. “Show them.”

  Jordan turned his laptop so the others could see the screen, and hit the space bar. While the video of the truck played, he and Billy took turns filling in the details.

  “But that’s not even the best part,” Billy said as the video finished.

  It sounded pretty damn good to Matt. Knowing the public face of the Project had been an elusive goal to this point, but now, with the discovery of Hidde-Kel, they had a name. It meant they might be able to stop just reacting and go on the offensive. They might not be able to kill the Project’s plan completely, but they might be able to create some big problems.

  “So what’s the best part?”

  Billy smiled. “Jordan was the one who figured it out.”

  Jordan shrugged. “All I did was enhance the video enough to get an ID number off the truck.”

  “And?” Billy urged.

  “Well, from that I found the company who owned it. These days, nearly every truck on the road has a transponder so that its owners can track them. I, um, was able to get the truck’s transponder ID and tap into it.”

  Matt was not surprised. Jordan was a tech expert who routinely hacked into satellites and computer systems for the cause. “I take it you found something.”

  Jordan minimized the video and brought up a static image of a map. Superimposed on it were several bright yellow lines, each overlaying existing roads and creating loops that seemed to always start in Chicago before going somewhere else in a two-state radius.

  “The lines represent routes the truck traveled in a two-week period surrounding the time the video was shot.” He clicked a button and all but one of the loops disappeared. “And this is the trip he started that night.”

  The line went southeast into Indiana, then almost due east across the state and into Ohio, where it terminated in Cleveland. From there it looped back, following basically the same route home.

  Jordan clicked on Cleveland, and the map zoomed in. He didn’t stop until the image area was filled with a roughly four-square-block section of the map. The yellow line stopped right in the middle.

  “This is where they dropped off the container,” Billy explained.

  “Where you guys think they dropped it off,” Rachel corrected him.

  “No. Jordan, show them.”

  Jordan brought up a satellite image.

  “The angle’s a little skewed,” he said. “The closest satellite I could get access to wasn’t directly overhead, but you can still see it.”

  The focus area of the shot appeared to be part of an industrial zone. In the center was a large open lot behind a warehouse-type building. Even from the slightly angled view, it was apparent the lot was not seeing much use. There were several abandoned cars along one fence, and a couple of semitruck trailers in the middle. Sitting right next to the trailers was what looked like a brown shipping container.

  “It’s the same container?” Matt asked.

  “I think so. Yes. Look at it. It’s a match to the one that was on the back of the truck that we now know stopped at this very location. I found a few images of the area from a month ago, and the only thing different is that there’s no container.”

  “Matt,” Billy said. “That lot is only a few blocks from the airport, and a mile or so west of a huge residential area.”

  “So if it is a delivery system, it’s perfectly placed,” Matt said, more to himself than anyone else.

  “Exactly.” Billy paused. “This is a perfect opportunity to find out how these things work. I want to go check it out.”

  “I’m not sure that’s such a great idea,” Rachel said.

  “Look, if I can figure it out, we might be able to dismantle others. Jordan’s already started the process of trying to locate more. Don’t you see? This will save lives.”

  “Do it,” Matt said. “Take whoever you need with you.”

  “Shouldn’t we talk this over?” Rachel asked.

  “We don’t have time. If there’s a way to stop these things, we need to know that now.”

  Rachel frowned but made no further arguments. Matt knew what she was thinking, though. Even if Billy figured out how to dismantle the death box, it would probably be too little too late.

  Twenty-Eight

  I.D. MINUS 29 HOURS

  THE DOP RECEIVED his regular morning briefing from Foster, the night watch officer, at six a.m. on the dot in his quarters.

  “There have been no additional problems with the situation in Buenos Aires. We’ve hired some local freelancers to keep an eye on Patricia Mendes in case she tries to stir up anything.”

  The DOP waved a dismissive hand in the air. “We’re too close for anything she might say to matter at this point. You can let her b
e.”

  “Very well, sir.” Foster provided updates for several other minor incidents, including the small outbreak in Mumbai, India. “It appears to be contained with no further infections.”

  The DOP sensed hesitation. “What is it?”

  “It seems, sir, that the two nurses watching the patients have…left.”

  “What do you mean, left?”

  “When the next shift came on, they weren’t there. It’s believed they fled.”

  “Are they Project members?”

  “Yes, sir. Um, some of their cache of vaccine is missing.”

  The DOP stared at him. “They stole vaccine.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Unbelievable, the DOP thought. “Put their names on a list to be dealt with after everything is over. This kind of lack of loyalty cannot be tolerated.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Has there been any information leak on the outbreak?”

  “None.”

  “Good.” An outbreak associated with the people working on the “malaria problem” could have caused some serious questions to be raised, and jeopardized their operations not only in Mumbai but other places where they were using the method.

  “What’s next?”

  “Have not heard back yet from the team at Grise Fiord,” Foster said.

  The men at Grise Fiord had reported the arrival of a science group the previous evening, and were going to check them out, but it wasn’t unusual for them to take up to twenty-four hours to learn anything useful.

  “All right,” the DOP said, glad that these types of issues were not something he’d have to think about for much longer.

  “Our lookout in Savissivik reports that the Danish cultural committee is leaving as scheduled this morning for the south,” Foster said.

  Savissivik on the northwestern coast of Greenland and Grise Fiord in Canada were the two closest manned locations to Yanok Island, so it had always been a priority to keep an eye on them.

  “Anything else?”

  “Yes. There’s a storm heading our way.”

  “When?”

  Foster smiled. “Just in time for Implementation Day.”

  The DOP chuckled. He liked the idea of that.

  The briefing finished, Foster headed off to bed while the DOP got dressed. He then went to the cafeteria for a leisurely breakfast before joining Major Ross in the Cradle.

  They were approaching twenty-four hours from activation, the moment he’d been working toward for so many years. The anticipation was intoxicating. He wanted to make sure he savored every last second of it.

  Twenty-Nine

  BILLY ARRIVED IN Cleveland just after seven a.m. via a chartered jet. He’d brought only one other person with him, a woman named Karen Pruitt. She had a degree in electrical engineering, and was one of the people who kept the Ranch’s equipment running.

  After obtaining a rental car, it took them only a few minutes to get to the container’s location, just as the early winter sun was coming up. Live and in person, the lot looked even more abandoned than it had from above. There was a rusty chain-link fence, topped by three strands of barbed wire, surrounding the entire lot, and another, slightly newer fence partially cutting the lot in half. The row of neglected vehicles was a mix of cars and a couple of old tow trucks. None looked like it’d been on the road for years.

  Billy pulled the rental into one of the spaces at the west end of the lot, and got out. Though he could hear a low rumble coming from the freeway several blocks away, the area itself was quiet. At this early hour of the morning, he and Karen were probably the only ones around.

  After exiting the car, Karen went to the trunk and removed the case containing the specialized tools and equipment they thought they might need. That was one of benefits of chartering a plane from a company the Ranch had worked with before—they didn’t have to worry about a security check. She joined Billy at the misaligned gate in the fence, only about twenty feet from where they’d parked.

  Though the gate looked like it had been there for decades, the chain and lock holding the two halves together were new. Karen selected a couple tools from the case, set to work on the lock, and opened it in seconds.

  From the sidewalk, the brown shipping container was out of view, blocked by one of the aging trailers, but as soon as they walked on the lot, they could see it. Billy’s first impression was that it was a normal container, just like the countless others he’d seen over the years in ports or on the backs of trucks and trains. Then he noticed the top edge. At the point where the side panel met the roof, there seemed to be a hinge. That was definitely not normal.

  He pointed it out to Karen. “Goes all the way along the edge.”

  She frowned, and disappeared on the other side. “Same over here, too,” she called out, then came back around to where he was. “I think the roof splits in the middle.”

  Billy located the number at the top back corner of the box, and checked it against the one Jordan had seen on the container in the security footage. “Numbers match,” he said. “It’s definitely the same one.”

  When they stepped around the far end, they found another surprise. While the doors for loading and unloading the container were right where they should be, the locking mechanism keeping them closed was decidedly not standard, and seemed to be attached to something within the box itself.

  Karen set the case on the ground and moved in for a closer look. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

  “Can you open it?”

  “Maybe if I had time and the right software. But I don’t think I’d even want to try.”

  “Why not?”

  “If I got it wrong even once, what do you think the chances are something inside would be triggered? I mean, if this is one of the Project’s devices.”

  “Then how are we going to see what’s inside?”

  “Give me a few minutes.”

  While she conducted a closer examination of the box, Billy pulled their communication gear from his jacket pocket, and put his wireless earpiece on. Matt’s one caveat for letting Billy come to Cleveland was that once he and Karen were on site, they had to be in constant communication with the Ranch.

  “This is Billy. Anyone there?”

  “This is Echo Four. I got you, Billy,” a voice said on the other end. He recognized it as belonging to Leon Owens, one of the communications operators.

  “We’re on site, doing a visual check of the container.”

  “All right. I’ll let Matt know.”

  “Billy!” Karen called out. “Bring me the scanner, would you?”

  Billy knelt down next to the tool case, and removed the scanner from inside. The device looked like a tablet computer, but was really a down and dirty imager that could see through solid objects for about half a foot. He brought it around and gave it to Karen, who held it against the side of the container and activated it. The image that appeared on the screen was grainy and devoid of color. As she moved it along the surface, shades of gray seemed to recede then start again.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “I’m not sure, but whatever it is, it’s packed right up to the inside of the wall.”

  When she was just a few feet from the end of the box, the screen became more black than gray.

  “It’s empty right here,” she said. “I think we could probably cut through the wall and get in that way. Can you bring the case over?”

  Billy retrieved the tools, and Karen pulled out a compact metal cutting torch that had been included in their kit.

  “Billy? It’s Matt.”

  Billy touched his earpiece. “I’m here.”

  “So what have you found?”

  “It’s definitely the same container. Not sure beyond that yet. One thing we do know is that it’s been modified.” He explained about the roof and the odd locking setup, then told him about the scans. “Karen’s cutting a hole in the side. Once she’s done, we should be able to see what’s going on inside.”

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bsp; “All right.” Matt paused. “Billy, I have some bad news.”

  Billy stepped away from the container so he could hear better. “What?”

  “The student in St. Louis, the one who got sick?”

  “Yeah?”

  “He died an hour ago.”

  That wasn’t unexpected, but Billy had hoped his prognosis had been wrong. “I’m sorry to hear that. What about the others?”

  “That’s actually the bad news.”

  “Oh, no. How many?”

  “No other deaths yet, but the number of infected just reached one hundred percent.”

  Billy’s lips parted in resignation. “All of them?”

  “Yes.”

  “Dear God.”

  “Find us an answer there, Billy. We’re counting on you.”

  A few minutes later, Karen turned off the torch and removed a two-and-a-half-foot-square section of the container’s wall. As they’d seen on the scan, there was nothing in the immediate space beyond. Karen moved right up to the opening and slowly stuck her head inside.

  “Careful,” Billy said.

  “There’s a wire mesh netting about a foot away from me. Goes clear across. Looks like it’s supposed to keep everything on the other side from moving into this part.”

  “What’s it holding back?”

  “Metal drums and hoses running between them, and….” She paused. “You know what I think?”

  He was standing beside her now. “What?”

  “This is definitely a delivery device. There are hoses hooked into rails along the top. Looks to me like what’s in the barrels is supposed to be turned into an aerosol and shot through the roof. If the wind catches it, God knows how far it will spread.” She twisted around and looked toward the short end of the box. “Huh.”

  “What is it?”

  “Can you hand me a flashlight?”

  She held out a hand without removing her head from the hole. Billy grabbed a flashlight from the case and gave it to her. She shined the beam around for a few seconds before extracting herself from inside.