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About Christopher Forrest
Novels by Christopher Forrest
Praise for Christopher Forrest's thrillers:
Prologue
TITAN 6
a novel by
Christopher Forrest
Titan 6
A N O V E L
by Christopher Forrest
Copyright © 2013 Christopher D. Forrest
Published 2013 by Christopher D. Forrest
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About Christopher Forrest
Christopher Forrest has lived on a sailboat, explored Mayan ruins in the jungles of Central America, been struck by lightning, free-dived the barrier reefs off the coast of Belize, and solo-hiked through the Everglades.
He is the bestselling author of The Genesis Code, Savage Bay, Bones of Angels and Temple of Fire. Hard at work on his next Titan Six novel, Forrest lives in Sarasota, Florida, with his wife Amy and four chihuahuas who think they are people.
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Novels by Christopher Forrest
The Genesis Code
Savage Bay
Bones of Angels
Temple of Fire
Titan 6
For Mom.
Praise for Christopher Forrest's thrillers:
From New York Times bestselling author JAMES ROLLINS: "Be prepared! Cutting edge science and lost history collide in a thrilling tour de force."
From BOOKLIST: "[Will] keep thriller fans panting."
From New York Times bestselling author DOUGLAS PRESTON: "Launches the reader into a story of science and ancient mystery that will blow your mind."
Prologue
November, 1963
Beneath the Rocky Mountains
The Russians had backed down in October, had ordered their cruisers to turn around and head away from Cuba. Nuclear catastrophe had been averted, but the United States now knew that the Soviets were not above trying to furtively place deadly weapons in the western hemisphere. Outwardly, nuclear disarmament would be pursued. Behind the scenes, however, the United States would make sure its arsenal would be as lethal and as ready as that of the Soviet Union.
The first tunnels and caverns created to hide America’s vast array of nuclear missiles were beneath the Rocky Mountains. Government plans called for such areas across the entire continent, to be connected by a sophisticated transportation system. No spy satellites would be able to detect the movement of weapons while the president tried to make the Russians realize that there were no winners in a nuclear exchange.
The general looked about the large cave that the Army Corps of Engineers had created. It was an engineering marvel.
“General!” called a voice from across the dimly lit underground vault. “Come quickly! You’ve got to see this!”
The general strode toward the voice, which belonged to the colonel who was in charge of creating the underground transportation and storage system.
“This way,” said the colonel. “We cut a small offshoot tunnel last week, and . . . well, you’ve got to see it for yourself.”
The general hoped he wasn’t being invited to look at another unusual rock formation that fascinated his engineers but, quite frankly, bored him to no end.
The two men walked down a dark tunnel, flashlights in hand.
“There!” said the excited colonel. “We don’t know what to make of it.”
“It’s just a small piece of square metal embedded in the rock,” the general said. “Maybe a foot on every side. There must be a fortune in metals under these mountains, but that’s not what I’m interested in.”
“But it’s flat and smooth,” the colonel protested. “It can’t be a natural outcropping.”
The general was irritated. “These mountains have shifted a great deal over the years,” he said. “Probably some object from hundreds of years ago.”
“But there’s no corrosion evident. And — ”
The general jumped back several feet. The mysterious metal shot forth a square beam of white light, striking the body of the engineer. The colonel’s entire body was suddenly visible, as if he were standing before an X-ray machine. His skeleton was plainly visible.
“I can see the entire universe!” the colonel cried. “It’s all so simple. I understand it now.”
“What are you babbling about?” the general asked uneasily, stepping even farther away from the light.
The colonel turned and smiled as his body gradually dissolved into nothingness.
The general turned and ran, stumbling twice.
Return here. Soon. There’s nothing to fear.
It was the colonel’s voice.
Back in the vaulted cavern, the general bent over, hands on his knees and breathing hard.
He would indeed return, although he’d bring dozens of armed guards with him. And scientists, ones he could trust to be discreet. Something was buried beneath the Rockies, something powerful and unique. Maybe it was a Russian satellite that had burrowed its way into the mountain. Maybe it was a source of power.
Or maybe it was much more. Whatever the object was, the general had the intuition that it was going to be of great use.
He would tell a few of his closest allies about the discovery, but not his superiors. And he most certainly wasn’t going to report that his main engineer had turned into a ghost. He’d simply say that the colonel had fallen down a deep chasm.
The general whistled as he reached for his walkie-talkie in order to gather the rest of his party. Sometimes gifts just fell into one’s lap.
March, 1966
Beneath the Rocky Mountains
Sergeant Frank Dixon and Major Hank Gunderson rode the maglev train running northeast deep beneath the Rocky Mountains. The soldiers were members of the U.S. Army Corps of engineers, and they were touring the Pentagon’s underground tunnel project begun shortly after the Cuban Missile Crisis.
The maglev — or magnetic levitation train — glided smoothly over its guideway at incredible speed beneath the surface of the earth. The train had no wheels or conventional engine, but instead hovered over the guideway, which had electronic coils built into its walls. Along the entire “track,” magnetic fields were generated by the coils, causing the train to levitate and propel itself forward because of opposing magnetic forces.
The maglev was part of SURP, the Secret Underground Rail Project. SURP also included monorails and consisted of a coast-to-coast network of trains and tunnels by which the United States military could ship both conventional weapons and nuclear missiles anywhere in the country undetected by Soviet satellites. The train tunnels were forty feet in diameter and ran across the continent, mostly under mountain ranges: the Sierra Nevadas, the Cascades, the Rockies, the Ouchitas, the Appalachians, the Adirondacks, the Berkshires, and the White Mountains. Other tunnels, leading to offices and storage facilities, were narrower. The network contained seven thousand miles of tunnels, and at times ran beneath the hard strata of the nation’s heartland.
The maglev slowed, and Sergeant Dixon and Major Gunderson exited the train as it pulled into a cavernous space, one of the many stations in the SURP rail system. Dixon was a slightly green thirty-one-year-old officer with acne and spoke in a high-pitched voice. Gunderson was a gruff, stereotypical
fifty-year-old soldier who constantly chewed on the end of a cigar.
The air was cold and damp in the mammoth vault created by the Corps of Engineers. The three-car train settled quietly onto its guideway as the two officers inspected the cavern, which was one of hundreds where warheads, missile stages, and booster rockets were unloaded and stored until their final destination was determined by the grand high muckety-mucks at the Pentagon in Washington.
Before the officers was a Titan II rocket, the exact same kind of missile used to launch astronauts in the Gemini Space Program. It was also the rocket of choice for ICBMs, or Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles, which had a range of over 3,500 miles.
In similar caverns across the country, other rockets were stored: the Atlas Redstone, R-7, and Proton. These could carry many types of warheads: SRBMs, IRBMs, and MRBMs, standing respectively for Short-Range Ballistic Missiles, Intermediate-Range Ballistic Missiles, and Medium-Range Ballistic Missiles. All caverns were well guarded, and the tunnels were patrolled regularly, as well as electronically monitored.
Smaller underground vaults housed the actual warheads, which were hundreds of times more powerful than those that had blossomed into deadly mushroom clouds over Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Eventually, both rockets and warheads were shipped to missile silos at hundreds of spots across the country. Many Midwestern farms were owned and operated by the government, and Titan II rockets were housed beneath farm silos, not grain or corn.
Dixon and Gunderson saluted the guards around the Titan II and proceeded into a smaller tunnel that was not on their network map.
“Guess the boys cut a new one into the rock when we weren’t looking,” Dixon joked.
“We’re far from finished,” Gunderson said dryly. “We’re creating a labyrinth that even the Minotaur couldn’t find its way out of.”
Dixon frowned. “The Mino what?”
Gunderson shot an annoying look at his junior officer. “The Minotaur from Greek mythology. The offspring of a white bull and the wife of King Minos. It had the head of a bull and the body of a human. Minos asked Daedalus to create a labyrinth so complex that the Minotaur could never escape from it. Later, the hero Theseus — ”
Gunderson looked at Dixon, who wasn’t assimilating anything the Major was saying.
“Students don’t read the classics anymore,” he mumbled under his breath. “A damn shame, is what it is.”
They reached the end of the tunnel, which morphed into a corridor with overhead fluorescent lighting. Two Marine guards wearing white belts and helmets flanked a sliding door accessed via keypad.
“Sorry, Major,” said the first guard. “This is a classified area.”
“Excuse me, private,” Gunderson said brusquely, “but I have full clearance for the entire SURP network. I have the access code.”
Gunderson reached out to enter the code on the keypad. The second guard stepped sideways and blocked his path, rifle angled across his chest.
“The rest of this tunnel is not considered part of the SURP network, sir,” said the first guard.
Gunderson glanced at Dixon, who shrugged.
“I’ll have to ask you to leave,” said the second guard. “Now, sir.”
Gunderson shifted the cigar to the other side of his mouth. “We’ll be back, private,” he said. “Mark my word. This is some kind of bureaucratic error.”
Gunderson and Dixon turned and retraced their steps. Thirty paces from the lighted corridor, Dixon slumped against the cold rock wall of the tunnel. His mouth hung open, and his eyes, large white orbs, were filled with terror.
“What’s the matter, son?” asked the Major.
“The Minotaur,” he said, sweating. “I saw him for a few seconds. We . . . we have to get out of here! Now!”
Gunderson reached down to pick up the greenhorn. He felt dizzy for a few seconds as he grabbed Dixon’s clammy skin.
Let’s get back to the maglev,” Gunderson said. “Somebody owes us an explanation.”
Ten minutes later, the two were back on the train, headed east.
Gunderson was a cool, rationale man. He was also tough, a no-nonsense officer who intended to continue climbing the ranks. What he dared not share with the Sergeant was that he, too, had seen the Minotaur. It was a fleeting glance, and the hybrid creature looked transparent, diaphanous. And very menacing.
But he had definitely seen it.
Titan Six, Present Day
Aboard the Alamiranta
Titan Six was one of many paramilitary units employed by Titan Global. Headquartered aboard the former cruise liner Alamiranta, Titan Global used special ops forces for numerous missions: hostage extraction, anti-terrorist deployments, regime stabilization, intelligence gathering, scientific exploration, the destruction of crime and drug trafficking networks, and several sensitive military operations that the United States, as well as foreign governments, preferred to keep “off the books.”
Titan Global was run by Catherine and Demetrius Caine, of Caine Industries. Although they had bases, research facilities, and air strips in all corners of the globe, their center of operations was on the Alamiranta. Sailing international waters gave the Caine empire much-desired freedom and isolation. Caine Industries handled currency trading, oil and gas exploration, and dozens of business enterprises from the ship, which employed over two-thousand professionals and crew members.
And, of course, Titan special ops forces. The most elite unit was Titan Six, led by Michael Hawke, nicknamed Hawkeye. His brother Tank was second-in-command. Other members included Shooter, the sexy and aptly named Caribbean sharpshooter; Gator, former Army Ranger and machine gunner known as the ugliest soldier to ever serve in the military due to a flat nose and the thick unibrow over his eyes; and Japanese-born Pyro, ordnance specialist and former paratrooper with the Narashino Air Brigade.
The latest edition to the team was Saturo Aiko, the former commander of Chinese special forces called the Dragons of the Night. With short black hair and stunning looks, the sleek Aiko had defected to Titan Global on a recent mission when she could no longer honorably serve her superiors in Shanghai, whose methods and goals she’d come to regard as deplorable and dangerous.
Aiko was an expert in all forms of martial arts, and she was now engaged in training exercises with Titan Six in one of the Alamiranta’s many gyms.
Tank ran toward Aiko, who somersaulted backwards as the second-in-command passed beneath her. She pivoted and sent Tank sprawling to the mat with a powerful leg kick to his chest.
Gator had already begun to attack from her flank, but Aiko cartwheeled to her left, grabbed the gunner’s right arm, and flipped him effortlessly.
Gator grinned. “I think I saw her in The Matrix,” he said. “I don’t believe it’s possible for a human body to move with that kind of agility.”
Hawkeye winked at Shooter. “Let’s double up and see if we can take her.”
Shooter nodded.
Hawkeye and Shooter charged Aiko from two opposite directions. The commander rolled forwards, sprang to her feet, and wheeled around. Advancing, she placed her hands on the shoulders of her attackers for leverage, leaped off the mat, backflipped, and curled a leg around the neck of each of her assailants.
“Damn!” Hawkeye cried.
In one fluid motion, Aiko flexed her thigh muscles, sending Hawkeye and Shooter to the floor.
“I’m seeing stars!” Shooter protested.
Aiko climbed to her feet, sweating and breathing in quick pants. “Anyone else?” she asked. “I’m hardly breaking a sweat.”
Hawkeye walked lazily to his former enemy.
“I’m sure as hell glad that you’re on our side now,” he said. “Maybe you can show us how to move like that.”
“Your body and the action must be one,” Aiko said. “You must see the move in your mind before you attempt it. You then become the maneuver without thinking about it.”
“I told you so,” Gator commented. “It’s that Matrix shit.”<
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Aiko looked at her watch and bowed. “I have an appointment with Dr. Nguyen. I need to go.”
Titan Six erupted into laughter.
“Ah,” said Hawkeye. “You’re going to see Grace, our own personal miracle worker. I think you’re going to be very surprised by what she has in store for you.”
Aiko frowned.
“Let’s just say that you’re about to become a brand new person,” said Tank. “And Gator’s right about the Matrix. After you see Dr. Nguyen, you might even be able to give Keanu Reeves a run for his money. Get yourself a Hollywood agent.”
Aiko left the gym. “You people are very strange sometimes,” she said. “Very strange indeed.”
Shooter laughed. “She’s about to join the Strange Club for real.”
Present Day
Beneath the Rocky Mountains
Quentin Durangue and Beverly Wallace were civilian employees of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers. They had the distinction of being both geologists and civil engineers. The Corps had hired them to assess the condition of the SURP network. In 1991, after the collapse of the Soviet Union, détente had come to fruition, and nuclear disarmament was the subject of summit talks among the superpowers of the world. In 2012, however, more and more countries were seeking admittance to the once-exclusive club of nuclear nations. Many abandoned tunnels were already back in use. Others needed to be examined for structural integrity before monorails and maglevs could resume full-time schedules.
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