Pandemic
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Table of Contents
Praise
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Acknowledgements
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
GEORGETOWN UNIVERSITY, WASHINGTON, D.C.
CHAPTER 2
DEPARTEMENT OF HOMELAND SECURITY, NEBRASKA AVENUE CENTER, WASHINGTON, D.C.
CHAPTER 3
DOWNTOWN CAIRO, EGYPT
CHAPTER 4
UNITED AIRLINES FLIGHT 640, EASTERN ATLANTIC
WHO HEADQUARTERS GENEVA, SWITZERLAND
CHAPTER 5
GEORGETOWN WASHINGTON, D.C,
NEW HAVEN, CONNECTICUT
CHAPTER 6
HARGEYSA, NORTHERN SOMALIA
CHAPTER 7
JIAYUGUAN CITY, GANSU PROVINCE CHINA
CHAPTER 8
CIA HEADQUARTERS LANGLEY, VIRGINIA
HARGEYSA SOMALIA
CHAPTER 9
JIAYUGUAN REGIONAL HOSPITAL GANSU PROVINCE CHINA
DEPARTEMENT OF HOMELAND SECURITY NEBRASKA AVENUE CENTER WASHINGTON, B.C.
CHAPTER 10
CAIRO, EGYPT
HARGEYSA, SOMALIA
CHAPTER 11
COMMUNIST PARTY HEADQUARTERS, JIAYUGUAN CITY
CHAPTER 12
PALACE HOTEL, LONDON, ENGLAND
CHAPTER 13
POLICE HEADQUARTERS, CAIRO, EGYPT
PARK TOWER PLAZA HOTEL, LONDON, ENGLAND
CHAPTER 14
GREAT WALL HOTEL, JIAYUGUAN CITY, CHINA
CHAPTER 15
ROYAL FREE HOSPITAL, LONDON, ENGLAND
HARGEYSA, SOMALIA
CHAPTER 16
COMMUNIST PARTY HEADQUARTERS, JIAYUGUAN CITY, CHINA
HEATHROW AIRPORT, LONDON, ENGLAND
CHAPTER 17
DEPARTMENT OF HOMELAND SECURITY, NEBRASKA AVENUE CENTER, WASHINGTON, D.C.
YALE UNIVERSITY, NEW HAVEN, CONNECTICUT
CHAPTER 18
PEACE ARCH U.S.-CANADA BORDER CROSSING, WHITE ROCK, CANADA
POLICE HEADQUARTERS, CAIRO, EGYPT
CHAPTER 19
SHERATON LONDON SUITES, LONDON, ENGLAND
CHAPTER 20
VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA
HARGEYSA, SOMALIA
CHAPTER 21
THE SHERATON SUITES, LONDON, ENGLAND
CHAPTER 22
CIA HEADQUARTERS, LANGLEY, VIRGINIA
HARGEYSA, SOMALIA
CHAPTER 23
AIR CANADA FLIGHT 372
VANCOUVER, CANADA
CHAPTER 24
POLICE HEADQUARTERS, CAIRO, EGYPT
CHAPTER 25
VANCOUVER, CANADA
CHAPTER 26
HARGEYSA, SOMALIA
CAIRO, EGYPT
CHAPTER 27
CIA HEADQUARTERS, LANGLEY, VIRGINIA
HARBOURVIEW HOTEL, VANCOUVER, CANADA
CHAPTER 28
HARGEYSA, SOMALIA
CHAPTER 29
HARBOURVIEW HOTEL, VANCOUVER CANADA
CHAPTER 30
HARBOURVIEW HOTEL, VANCOUVER, CANADA
UNITED FLIGHT 3614
WASHINGTON, D.C.
GLEN ECHO HEIGHTS, BETHESDA MARYLAND
CHAPTER 31
HARGEYSA, SOMALIA
CHAPTER 32
GLEN ECHO HEIGHTS, BETHESDA MARYLAND
THE WHITE HOUSE, WASHINGTON, D.C.
CHAPTER 33
HARGEYSA SOMALIA
CHAPTER 34
WASHINGTON, D.C.
CHAPTER 35
U.S. AIR FORCE BASE, YEMEN
CHAPTER 36
HARGEYSA, SOMALIA
WASHINGTON, D.C.
CHAPTER 37
GLEN ECHO HEIGHTS, BETHESDA, MARYLAND
CHAPTER 38
ATLANTIC OCEAN
WASHINGTON, D.C.
CHAPTER 39
GLEN ECHO HEIGHTS, BETHESDA, MARYLAND
CHAPTER 40
DEPARTMENT OF HOMELAND SECURITY, NEBRASKA AVENUE CENTER, WASHINGTON D.C.
CHAPTER 41
WOODMORE, MARYLAND
CHAPTER 42
JESSUP, MARYLAND
CHAPTER 43
WASHINGTON, D.C.
CHAPTER 44
GEORGETOWN UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL ICU, WASHINGTON, D.C.
More Early Excitement for Pandemic
“Pandemic is a totally compelling novel, one of those rare thrillers that lays out a scenario that is not only possible, but terrifyingly probable.”
Douglas Preston, author of Relic and The Codex
“Pandemic is fast, fierce and frightening. Kalla delivers a shot of adrenaline in a medical thriller that really thrills.”
Don Winslow, author of California Fire
and The Life and Death of BobbyZ
“At last! A new thriller writer worthy to join the Ludlum, DeMille, LeCarre club. Not just a great read, a real treat.”
—Beverly Swerling, author of
City of Dreams: A Novel of Nieuw Amsterdam
and Early Manhattan
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This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
PANDEMIC
Copyright © 2005 by Daniel Kalla
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For my girls ... Cheryl, Chelsea, and Ashley
Acknowledgments
It’s a long and occasionally bumpy road from glimmer of idea to published novel, but I can’t imagine a more fun ride. Along the way, so many people have generously lent their time. ideas, and moral support that I haven’t the space to name everyone, but I do need to recognize a few in print.
I am fortunate to be blessed with several good friends-cum-readers, but I would like to single out the most dedicated and burdened of the bunch, including Dave Allard, Rob King, Duncan Miller, Geoff Lyster, Kirk Hollohan, Bin Lim, Jeremy Etherington, Jeff Jacobs, Alisa Weyman, Chiara Hnatiuk, Brooke Wade, and Alec and Theresa Walton. For the medical background, I relied heavily on the advice of an excellent microbiologist, Dr. Marc Romney. And I am so grateful to have found terrific mentors in Beverly and Bill Martin (of agentresearch.com) and Michael McKinley, whose generous advice proved invaluable. Of all the readers in my corner, though, the one who went farthest above and beyond the call was Kit Schindell. Her tireless reading and re-reading, insightful feedback, and gentle steering ensured that I got the story as right as I could. Thanks, Kit!
I would like to acknowledge Susan Crawford for bringing my manuscript to Tor, where thanks to people like Paul Stevens, David Moench, Seth Lerner, and especially Tom Doherty—a publisher whose hands-on approach exceeded all expectations—I was made to feel very much at home. A special thank you goes to my marvelous editor, Natalia Aponte, who has patiently guided this neophyte through the process of publication while helping to make the novel that much better.
Finally, I could not have done this without the unwavering support of my family. My wife Cheryl’s hon
est feedback and resolute belief in me kept me balanced and focused as I wrote. My brother Tony has been a key advocate for this book. My brother Tim and sisters-in-law, Becca and Tammy, along with the rest of my extended family and in-laws all provided much needed encouragement and support. And none of this would have been possible without the guidance and love of my parents, Judy and Frank.
PROLOGUE
NORTHERN GANSU PROVINCE, CHINA.
The SUV rattled along the dusty road, twelve miles south of Jiayuguan’s city limits. There was little to see in the unvarying dirt hills rolling past. Besides, Kwok Lee was too agitated to take in the scenery. He cringed with each rock that pinged off the windshield, and he cursed every pothole that rocked his precious new vehicle. Where was all the money the State Council promised for infrastructure ? In their pockets, Lee thought miserably, never considering that as an inveterate black marketer he fueled the province’s systemic corruption. He consoled himself with the thought that in a few hours he would be able to replace this vehicle with ten more like it. Not that he needed a fleet of SUVs, just one for his girlfriend. Maybe that would quell some of her nagging, the way it had his wife’s.
Lee glanced in his rearview mirror at his two backseat passengers. Since loading into the car, neither had spoken. Two hours driving, and not so much as a word out of them in Mandarin or even their native tongue, which they had claimed was Mongol though Lee knew better. Dressed in cheap suits, the men had darker skin, rounder eyes, and broader noses than the local Chinese. They could have passed for brothers, except the one who answered the questions was half a head taller than his colleague. Lee considered the possibilities, concluding they must be Malays. He guessed they were reporters. Why else would they want to see the godforsaken place? But their identity was of no concern to Lee. What mattered were the wads of crisp American bills that he’d seen in the briefcase of the shorter one.
In the distance, a building burst through the dust cloud. A bleak concrete structure, fenced and gated, it could have been one of a million such in China. It wasn’t until Lee slowed for the approaching gate that he noticed a difference. If not for the semiautomatic rifles slung over their shoulders, the. soldiers manning the gate could have passed for surgeons. All three wore gowns, plastic caps, gloves, and surgical masks.
One of the soldiers leaned his head through the open driver’s window and eyed Lee’s passengers suspiciously.
“Missionaries,” Lee explained cheerfully. “They’ve come to pray for their brother.” He laughed and waved his documents in the soldier’s face. “Like prayers will help the poor bugger!”
The soldier grunted a humorless chuckle, and then grabbed the documents. A few moments later, Lee slid his filthy car into a parking spot in the gravel lot. Outside the building’s entrance, Lee and his passengers went through a similar security screen. And again one hundred meters down the corridor, but this time their papers were more thoroughly scrutinized by soldiers who wore lab hoods. At each checkpoint closer to the patients, Lee sensed a higher degree of disquiet among the guards. Inside the building, the tension in the air was palpable.
A guard led the three of them up the stairway to an office, where a small, balding, bespectacled official sat at a huge desk, which accentuated his diminutive size. He introduced himself only as Dr. Wu, but Lee knew he was the associate director of the regional hospital.
Wu studied Lee’s silent companions for a few moments. “You are aware of the risks?” he finally asked.
Both men nodded.
“And yet you still want to see the patient?”
More nods.
“To pray for him?” Wu said with a raised eyebrow.
“He is our brother, sir,” the taller man said in halting Chinese, leaving it unclear whether he meant the patient was a blood relative or a member of the same religious order. “We can’t offer our blessings unless we see him in person.”
“I see.” Wu nodded, but his frown questioned the man’s sanity. “By protocol, no one, not even family, is allowed to visit.”
Lee shifted in his chair. What is this nonsense? he thought. Was this tiny bureaucrat renegotiating his price at the eleventh hour? Lee reached into his case and pulled out the thick envelope. “Doctor, I think these papers explain everything.” He slid it across the desk allowing the envelope’s flap to flash a glimpse of greenbacks.
In one motion. Wu swept the envelope into an open drawer and pushed it shut. He rose from his desk without gaining much height. “You will have five minutes. No more. Do not touch anything. You will wear full protective gear. You will need to decontaminate—” Seeing the confusion on their faces, he rolled his eyes and said, “You must shower after the visit.”
The men nodded. Lee bowed his pudgy form toward the. associate director. “Thank you, Dr. Wu. You are most accommodating.”
Wu’s eyes narrowed in disdain. “Five minutes” he reminded them. “One of my men will stay with you. He will tell you when—”
The shorter of Lee’s customer, though much taller than Wu, spoke up for the first time. “No. Doctor. This is between our brother and God,” he said in near-perfect Mandarin. “We need a few minutes of privacy.”
Before Wu finished violently shaking his head, the man had his hand extended, offering another fat envelope from his briefcase.
Wu hesitated. For a moment it seemed as if he might refuse the offer, but he snatched the envelope and scrambled back to his desk. He dropped the envelope as if it were on fire in the same drawer he’d deposited the other. “Five minutes, not a second more,” he said.
Another guard led them into the changing rooms. After gowning and gloving, they passed through two sets of doors that served as a makeshift hermetic seal. On the other side, they changed into yellow biohazard suits before donning particle-filtrating hoods. Lee thought they resembled three misplaced beekeepers, but he kept the thought to himself. He was gripped by sudden foreboding,
Following the soldier, they walked through another set of airtight doors and onto the hospital ward. The similarly garbed staff paid little heed as the three men headed down the dingy corridor, but with each step Lee’s anxiety rose. He struggled to breathe in the suffocating hood. Beads of sweat ran down his face and pooled at his collar. No one had told him that he would have to join the others in the patient’s room!
Their soldier escort stopped at the last door in the hallway. He knocked. A nurse emerged from inside and shut the door behind her. After a brief exchange, she nodded and walked off down the hallway. The soldier held up five fingers to the others.
The tall one entered first. Lee hesitated, but the crisp shove from behind left him little choice but to follow. Inside the cramped room, surrounded by machines and IV drips, a patient lay on the bed. At least, Lee thought he was the patient but wasn’t certain since the form on the bed was entirely swaddled in plastic bundles. The beeping machines and the occasional rustle of the plastic sheets suggested someone might be alive under the sheets. The whirring from the life-support system’s ventilator by his head obscured most other sounds. But the longer he stood, the more aware Lee became of a harsh gurgling sound. Appalled, he realized it emanated from the patient, not the machine.