by Nick Thacker
“Yeah, I don’t see what could be in it for him, if there’s something else going on. This late in the game, with the virus pretty much unstoppable, it’s not like a few cops are going to further his cause. I’d bet he’s telling the truth.”
“Let’s get inside, then. I told you everything he gave me, and crazy as it sounds, if it’s true, we’ve got to get moving.”
“Roger that. I’ll keep the radio open in case we get some more volunteers.” Officer Garcia paused, then met Wardley’s gaze. “If I don’t see you on the other side, man, take care.”
Wardley knew what he meant, but he corrected him anyway. “If we go anywhere, we’ll be on the same side, Garcia.”
Garcia chuckled. “Hopefully it’s the good side, then.”
Wardley rolled his window back up and accelerated. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Garcia do a quick cross sign with his fingertips, then accelerate his own vehicle to follow behind him.
He hoped Bennett was right.
They needed him to be right.
Chapter Fifty
“BEN, WHAT ARE WE LOOKING for?” Julie asked. They’d now been in the truck for almost two hours, first heading toward the massive lake that made up the central area of Yellowstone National Park, then back toward the edge of the park where a string of campsites sat.
Julie’s back hurt, and she shifted in the seat and tried, in vain, to get comfortable again. She felt like she’d never spent so many hours in one place, much less in a vehicle. Never a fan of driving, she was growing more and more annoyed with every passing minute.
But every time she opened her mouth to complain about a speed bump, pothole, or razor sharp turn that Ben forced them over much too fast, she remembered why they were here. What they were trying to accomplish.
A little discomfort in exchange for fixing this terrible massacre.
It was a fair trade, she decided.
Ben hadn’t answered, and she repeated the question. What was he thinking about? They’d left the lake shore fifteen minutes ago, and she saw the signs for the campground announcing their impending arrival. Why was he so driven now and acting so strange?
“Ben,” she said again. “What’s up?”
He finally glanced over, but only for a brief instant before he realized he’d need to focus on the road if was going to maintain their current pace.
“Sorry,” he said. “I — It’s just…” he frowned.
“What?”
“Nothing… I mean, I don’t know yet. I have a theory, but I need to check some of these campsites first.”
He said the words flatly, almost commanding, as if he felt the conversation was over.
Julie felt the opposite. Why did they need to find a campsite? What was the theory? And why was it important enough to abandon their plan to find the bomb?
She didn’t ask any more questions. She’d never seen Ben focus so intently on his goal, and she didn’t want to distract him. She examined the man sitting next to her. His forehead glistened with sweat, even though the cab was icy from the blasting air conditioning. As they drove, Ben pulled up an internal list of registered campers who’d booked a campsite for that week, using his phone. He scrolled through a few pages, then clicked off the screen, satisfied.
They reached the first of the line of campsites spread around both sides of the road, each marked with a short driveway and a wooden sign with a number painted on it. These sites, Julie realized, were meant for what Ben had called “luxury camping.” People who thought roughing it meant sleeping in a pop-up trailer or RV, spending the evenings by a controlled fire inside a ring of rocks, with running water piped in through the park’s small but reliable water supply. Many of these sites even had electricity, meant to plug the RVs into a power source that didn’t need to run on batteries.
Julie wasn’t much of a camper, and it looked like it would have been rough enough for her, even with the RVs and pop-ups. Ben wasn’t like most people. He would have been happy sleeping on a bed of pine needles.
Ben slammed on the brakes in front of the first site, then hopped out of the truck. The tree cover cast shadows over the road and campsites, making it nearly impossible to see far into the sites. He ran to the fire ring, spinning in a circle as he searched for whatever he was looking for.
Julie opened the door to help, but Ben was already running across the street to check the second site.
“Ben, what are you looking for?” Julie asked. She knew better than to expect an answer, but was surprised when he yelled back to her.
“Anything. I’m looking for anything that doesn’t belong. In these first three sites.”
She shrugged and ran to the third site. I can find that.
The third site was different than the first two, and she noticed it right away. Here, the driveway had tire tracks in it from a large vehicle. She wasn’t nearly good enough to tell what kind of vehicle, but she could easily see that the car or truck had exited the driveway quickly. The tracks widened as they hit the street, a sign that the vehicle had slid on the loose gravel and dirt as it sped up and turned. She investigated the tracks for a few more seconds, then looked up at the rest of the site.
The ring of rocks at the center of the site was a deep black, as if smoke had blackened them as a fire inside died out. There were no coals or bits of wood, but she thought she could smell the faint scent of charred ash from a recent fire. She walked over to it, examining everything in sight.
There.
“Ben,” she called out. She stepped around the ring and walked toward a picnic table that sat at the far side of the campsite, right where the site ended and the line of thick pines began again.
She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see Ben running toward her. She pointed at the picnic table.
He nodded, continuing past her, and stopped at the bench of the table. Sitting atop the two planks of wood was a small picnic cooler.
“Were you able to talk to Randy?” he asked.
She was surprised by the question — they were searching for something in the campsites, and he wanted to know about Randall Brown? She’d called just after they left the lake and left a message.
“Yes, he sent me a text a few minutes ago. He said he’s fifteen minutes from here, and he’s got the maps.”
Ben whipped around to look at her. “What? He’s here?”
She nodded. “I guess he wanted to help…”
He stiffened a bit but didn’t say anything. Julie guessed the thoughts that were going through his mind — they were the same ones that she had been struggling with when she got the text. Why are you coming to a highly contagious outbreak area, risking your life to find something we don’t even understand? Not to mention the bomb…
But she knew Randy well enough to know that he couldn’t sit back and watch as the world came down around him. He’d stepped up before for far less important cases. Julie knew his wife would be beyond upset with his rash actions, but she also knew Randy wouldn’t take no for an answer.
If he said he was coming to help, they’d better be ready for him to help.
Ben focused again on the cooler. He slowly stepped toward it. She saw his chest rise and fall, breathing heavily. Julie wondered if it was due to the exertion of running around the campsites or from something else.
From something inside the cooler.
“Ben,” she said, then stopped. What was she going to say? “Be careful?” What did she expect to find in the cooler? A bomb?
He ignored her and slowly unzipped the lid. The cooler was like one of the small six-pack coolers that Julie owned, with a zippered lid and a few pockets around the sides.
“It’s placed right where it needs to be,” Ben whispered.
Julie stared at him.
“Far enough away from the blast, but still close enough to be affected by the eruption.”
Julie looked down at the top of the cooler as Ben pulled it open.
He stepped back as a cloud of white powder rushed out of
the vessel, filling the airspace in front of their heads.
“Shit,” she said. The powder — no doubt the contagion mechanism itself — was piled inside the cooler, filling it halfway to the top. The dusty substance crept out of the container slowly, like smoke from yesterday’s fire.
“Yeah,” Ben said, closing the lid again. He stepped back another step and turned to Julie. “That’s what I thought. I’d bet there are more — a lot more.”
“You mean at other campsites?” she asked.
He nodded. “There are campsites all around the lake, not to mention miles of open land for backpackers and survivalists to set up camp. I don’t know how much of this stuff they planned to release into the air, but I’d guess you’d want more than a half-cooler full to get the job done right.”
“And it’s far enough away from the bomb’s blast out here?”
“That’s my guess — leave the cooler here when you leave the campsite for the evacuation and…” He stopped to look back toward the road. “You can’t see it from the road, meaning my crew would have just driven past, not looking for anything but people and vehicles that stayed behind.”
“Right,” Julie said. She saw what Ben was talking about. The picnic table would be all but invisible from the camp road, and even if you were looking for manmade objects like the cooler, it would be sheer luck to see it perched on the bench from the inside of a moving vehicle. “And I’m guessing that the bomb will blow out the bottom of the lake, as well as the top of the caldera, meaning that the eruption will pick up the cooler and spread the virus that way.”
“Maybe. A large eruption would incinerate anything within miles, almost immediately. But I’d bet they’ve thought of that already, and the cooler’s insulation, combined with the virus/bacteria shell, would be enough to keep most of the cells safe through the blast.” He picked up the cooler and zipped the lid shut.
Ben had started walking back toward the truck, and Julie followed beside him. “What now?”
“Well, now that we know what we’re looking for, it should be easier. Those cops should be here any minute now, and they’ll call when they’re close. I’ll let them know what to check for at the main sites around Yellowstone, and to make sure they don’t open the containers.”
Julie thought about their own situation. The virus had fully run its course through their bodies, rendering them both immune to its effects. But the police officers weren’t as lucky. They knew what they were getting into, and that it was likely a one-way trip for them.
Chapter Fifty-One
THEY ALL MET AT THE road that stretched between the lake and the campsites where Ben and Julie had found the first cooler. Five officers, Ben, Julie, and Randy. As they gathered, Ben stepped forward and introduced himself, Julie, and Randy, then delivered his remarks.
“First, thank you all for being here. I won’t take any time to explain the dire situation, as I know you all are fully aware.” Nods all around. “Second, this is likely the end of the road for us. I’m not much of a speech guy, so I’ll just leave it at that. Feel free to turn around and head back the way you came.”
No one moved.
“Okay, then, here’s the deal,” Ben continued. “We found a cooler containing what can only be a powder form of the viral agent. It was on a picnic table at a campsite not far from here.”
Some of the officers displayed an air of confusion, but Ben explained why they believed it was placed where it was, as well as why he thought there would be more around the park. “That’s why you’re here. We’re dealing with a ticking time bomb, literally, and the largest outbreak of a deadly disease since the Spanish Flu. If you have anyone you can call for support, get them here. We need bodies, and we need them fast.”
Some of the officers were nodding in approval, and others were already taking their phones out of their pockets and preparing a string of text messages to their groups.
“Start with the list I emailed to Officer Wardley. It’s a list of the registered single campers and their designated sites. Julie and Randy will split up with two of you,” Ben said, ignoring Julie’s surprised and upset expression. “I’m going to find that bomb.”
Two officers spoke at once. “You know where it is?”
“I don’t, but I have an idea,” Ben answered. “Randy brought me some maps he pulled from our staff web access point of the underground cave systems below Yellowstone Lake and the surrounding area. Most aren’t very big, if I remember correctly, but a few could be deep enough and long enough to be a good spot to set up a bomb.”
“Why don’t we go with you? At least a couple of us,” one of the officers asked.
“Because we need all hands on deck identifying these caches around the park. It’s a lot of land to cover — over one hundred individual sites, and I have no idea how much time we have left. If I can’t get to the bomb in time, this place turns into a lava field within seconds. We have to make sure that that’s all it is — not a contagious spawn point for a massive disease as well.”
Again, some of the officers nodded. “What do we do with the caches?”
Ben shrugged. “I don’t know if it will be enough, but if we can get them to the lake, around ground zero for any type of explosion or eruption, we should be able to keep the disease from spreading when it happens.”
Julie, still reeling from Ben’s abandonment, turned to face him. “Ben, you’re saying that we need the eruption to take place?”
“No, but we do need the bomb to go off. I can’t diffuse it, and there’s definitely not enough time to get a bomb squad out here. If I can get it up to ground level, though, the explosion will detonate at the surface of the lake and into the atmosphere, rather than force the caldera open.”
Julie stepped back, shocked. She suddenly realized the full extent of Ben’s plan. He was sending her away as a last-ditch effort to keep her alive.
“Okay, that’s it. Keep your radios on and check in when you can.” Someone threw Ben a walkie-talkie, and he set it to their designated channel. “Let’s go!”
Immediately, the small crowd dispersed, each heading back to their vehicles. Randy tagged along with a short, portly officer and stepped into the man’s passenger seat.
“Ben, I’m going with you,” Julie said.
Ben was already walking the other direction, trying to ignore her. Her stubborn nature immediately sprang into life.
“Ben! I’m going with you,” she said again.
“You’re not.”
“I am. And if you try to stop me, I’ll —”
“What?” Ben yelled, whirling around to face her. His face was red, his eyes bloodshot. He looked a mess, and it stopped Julie in her tracks.
“I…” she started again.
Ben’s nostrils flared as he tried to control his emotions. He looked at Julie, a few inches shorter, standing in front of him. “What?” he said. His voice wavered slightly.
She didn’t speak.
Ben grabbed her by the arms and pulled her toward him. He leaned down and kissed her, not letting go. She stood dead still for a few seconds, taken by surprise, then gently fell into him.
She tried to say something, but he pressed his lips harder to hers. She felt warmth crawling up her spine, taking over the steel resolve she’d felt moments ago. He released her arms, and she quickly entangled them around his waist, hugging him tightly.
Finally, he pulled back and looked into her eyes. She saw tears forming in his, and he blinked them back.
“You’re not going with me,” he said softly.
She nodded, biting her lip. “I know. But you’re coming back, Ben. Understand? You’re coming back.”
He swallowed, taking one last look at Julie, then turned to the truck and got inside. He revved the engine and drove away, leaving Julie standing in the road.
In the rearview mirror, he saw a police cruiser pull up beside her and wait for her to open the passenger door. As she got into the vehicle, she looked once more at the trail of dust beh
ind her truck as it disappeared over the small hill.
Chapter Fifty-Two
BEN REACHED THE FIRST CAVE on his list in record time. He wasn’t sure anyone had ever driven that fast over the weathered roads crisscrossing the park. He sure hadn’t. It was all he could do to keep the truck on the center of the road, hoping that no wildlife jumped in front of the moving battering ram.
The cave was off to his left, and he could easily see the markers from the road. A few stakes in the ground with brightly colored plastic strands marked the location as one of the park’s future tourist attractions. It hadn’t been fully excavated yet, nor had it been assessed by the park’s surveying crews.
But Ben didn’t care about any of that. He needed to find the actual cave, get inside, and find that bomb.
What would it even look like? He wasn’t sure he’d ever even seen a bomb in real life. And it certainly wouldn’t look anything like they did in the movies. Would it? As he exited the vehicle, he grabbed a heavy flashlight he’d borrowed from one of the cops and tested it.
He found the entrance behind a large bush, and he pushed the prickly strands away from his face as he crouched to the low hole below the rocks. It was a tight fit. His large frame was going to have a difficult time navigating the cramped space, not to mention the sharp protrusions of rock he could see breaking out of the otherwise smooth walls.
He sighed. Julie would fit.
He forced the thought out of his mind and slid through the entrance.
It was much tighter than he’d initially thought. His shoulders scraped against the rocks as he sucked in his gut and slid farther. He breathed in slowly, noticing the space grow even smaller, then exhaled. As he did, he slid once more, gaining another six inches.
This could take a while.
He repeated the inhale-exhale-slide process another twenty times and suddenly found himself in a larger hole. Still small, but he now had room to maneuver through the cavern. Still, he found it hard to believe someone could cram a body and a bomb through this tunnel, but it didn’t matter. He had to find it. If it could even possibly be in this cave, he would search the entire thing.
