Johanson points to the organism in the chamber. âBut you've got
that
in there.'
âOh, you mean the jelly.' Rubin's head swivels round and then back. âThat's, er, well, we had to check it out. Just to be certain. We didn't mention it because, well, there was really no need, I meanâ¦'
Nothing but lies.
Johanson may not be totally sober, but that doesn't prevent him noticing that Rubin is trying to talk himself out of a hole.
He turns and strides towards the exit.
âSigur! Dr Johanson!' He hears footsteps behind him. Rubin comes alongside him. His fingers tug at Johanson's sleeve. âSlow down, Sigur.'
â
What's going on here?
âIt's not like you think. Iâ'
âHow would you know what I think?'
âIt's just a precaution.'
âA what?'
âA precaution. The lab is just a precaution.'
Johanson jerks himself free. âPerhaps I should talk to Li about it.'
âNo, Iâ'
âOr maybe I should tell Oliviera. Actually, maybe I should tell the whole damn team. What do you think, Mick? Is this some kind of game?'
âOf course not.'
âThen perhaps you should tell me what the hell you're up to!'
Rubin's eyes are filled with panic. âSigur, I don't think that's wise. You mustn't be too hasty. Do you hear me, Sigur? Don't do anything hasty.'
Johanson gives an indignant snort and marches off. He can hear Rubin hurrying after him. He feels the other man's fear on his back.
Mustn't be too hasty
.
White light.
Something explodes in his eyes, and pain washes over his mind. The walls, the passageway, everything blurs. He sees the ground rush towards him.
Â
The ceiling of the lab. It had all fallen into place.
Johanson jumped up. Oliviera was still busy in the containment facility. Breathing deeply, he glanced at the control desk, the benches, the chamber. He looked up at the ceiling.
Above him there was a second laboratory. And no one was meant to know. Rubin must have knocked him out, and they'd drugged him to make him forget.
But why?
Johanson clenched his fists. He felt helpless and furious. Then he was outside, running up the ramp.
Well Deck
âYou don't need me at the meetings,' said Greywolf. âIt's not like I can help.'
Anawak's fury ebbed away. He turned and walked back. The basin was still filling with water. âThat's not true, Jack.'
âIt is.' He said it in a neutral, almost absent voice. âI couldn't stop the navy torturing dolphins. I tried to stick up for the whales, but now no one can save them. In my mind I'd decided that animals were better than people. It was stupid, I know, but it was one way of coping. And now I've lost Licia to an orca. I can't help anyone.'
âStop beating yourself up, Jack.'
âThose are the facts.'
Anawak sat down next to him. âLeaving the navy was the right decision, and you stuck to it,' he said. âYou were the best handler they had, and it was your decision to quit, not theirs. You didn't have to go, but you did.'
âSure, but my leaving didn't change anything.'
âFor you it did. You took a stand.'
âAchieving what, exactly?'
Anawak was silent.
âYou know,' said Greywolf, âthe worst thing is feeling you don't belong. You love someone and lose them. You love animals, and they're responsible. I'm beginning to feel like I hate those orcas.'
âWe all feel like that. Youâ'
âLicia died in the jaws of an orca. I watched and there was nothing I could do. Don't try to tell me that that's anyone's problem but mine. If I were to keel over and die right now, it wouldn't make any difference to the survival of the planet. Who would care? I haven't achieved anything to make anyone think that my presence on this planet was worthwhile.'
âI'd care,' said Anawak. He expected a cutting reply, but he heard a soft sound, a kind of hiccup, like a muffled sigh, in Greywolf's throat.
âAnd in case you'd forgotten,' said Anawak, âLicia cared too.'
Johanson
He felt so livid that he could have grabbed Rubin, hauled him up to the flight deck and tossed him overboard. He might even have done so, had the biologist crossed his path. But Rubin was nowhere to be seen. Instead he bumped into Weaver, who was going the other way.
For a moment he wasn't sure how to react, then he pulled himself together. âKaren!' He smiled at her. âComing to join us in the lab?'
âActually, I'm off to the well deck - to see Leon and Jack.'
âOh, right. Hmm, Jackâ¦' Johanson had to force himself to stay calm. âHe's in a bad way, isn't he?'
âHe and Licia meant more to each other than he was willing to admit. It's hard to get through to him.'
âLeon's a good friend. He'll manage.'
Weaver nodded and looked at him enquiringly. She'd realised that this was a non-conversation. âAre you all right?' she asked.
âFine.' Johanson took her by the arm. âI've just had the most amazing idea about what we're going to say in this big new message. Fancy a stroll on the roof?'
âWell, actually, I wasâ'
âIt'll only take ten minutes. I just want to hear what you think. Seems like I've been shut inside for days. I need some fresh air.'
âAre you sure you'll be warm enough?'
Johanson glanced down. He was wearing a sweater and jeans. His thick down jacket was in the lab. âI'm toughening myself up,' he said.
âAny particular reason?'
âStops you getting flu. Keeps you young. Helps you deal with stupid questions.' He was raising his voice. Go easy, he told himself. âListen, I have to talk to someone about it. It was your computer program that made me think of it. But it doesn't seem right to discuss it on the ramp. Won't you come outside?'
âWell, in that case, sure.'
They walked up through the tunnel and into the island. Johanson had to make a real effort not to keep checking for hidden cameras and bugs. He knew he wouldn't spot them anyway. Instead he said brightly, âJude's right, of course. We mustn't be overhasty. I reckon we'll need at least a couple of days to figure it out, but what I was thinking wasâ¦'
And so he went on. He kept producing intelligent-sounding nonsense,
all the while pushing Weaver gently out of the island and into the open. Gesticulating expansively, he strode out in front of her until he came to one of the helicopter landing points on the starboard side of the vessel. It was colder and windier than usual. A veil of mist had descended on the ocean, and the swell had increased. The waves rolled beneath them like primitive mammals, grey and sluggish, exhaling a dank salty vapour into the air. Johanson was cold, but an inner fury seemed to warm him.
âSigur,' said Weaver, âI don't know what you mean.'
Johanson turned his face into the wind. âThat makes two of us. Look, I don't suppose they can hear us out hereâyou'd have to go to extraordinary lengths to eavesdrop on the flight deck.'
Weaver peered at him in confusion. âWhat are you talking about?'
âI've got my memory back, Karen. I know what happened the night before last.'
âHave you found the door?'
âNo. But I can guarantee it's there.'
He outlined what had happened. Weaver listened to him intently. Her expression didn't flicker. âSo you're saying we've got a fifth column on board.'
âYes.'
âBut what would be the point?'
âRemember what Jude said? We mustn't be too hasty. Think about it! You, Leon, Sam, Murray, me, Sue - and Mick, I suppose - we've all been working flat out to furnish them with a description of the yrr. OK, maybe we're kidding ourselves, maybe we've got it wrong - but on balance it doesn't seem likely. In fact, all the evidence suggests that we're right in our assumptions about what kind of intelligence we're dealing with and how it works. So why, after we've worked day and night are we supposed to slow down?'
âBecause they don't need us any more,' Weaver said flatly. âBecause Mick's already working on it with another bunch of people in a different lab.'
âWe're only here to supply the information.' Johanson nodded. âWe've served our purpose.'
âBut I don't get it.' What project could Mick be working on that doesn't fit with ours? I mean, we don't have much choice - our only option is to try to make peace with the yrr. What else could he be aiming for?'
âEvidently there's a rival initiative, and Mick's playing a double game. But you can bet he's not in charge.'
âWho is, then?'
âJude.'
âYou were suspicious of her from the start, huh?'
âThe feeling was mutual. I think we both realised early on that we're not the sort to be taken for a ride. There was always something not quite right about her - but I couldn't think of a single good reason for not believing what she said.'
âSo what now?' asked Weaver.
âI've had time to clear my mind,' said Johanson, hugging his chest to keep warm. âJude's going to see us standing here. She's bound to be keeping tabs on me. She won't know for sure what we're talking about, but she'll be aware of the possibility that my memory might return. She's running out of time. That speech this morning was to get us off her back. If she's got her own plan of action, she's got to strike now.'
âIn other words, we need to find out what they're up to as soon as we can.' Weaver thought for a second. âWhy don't we mobilise the others?'
âIt's too risky. She'd notice straight away. The whole ship is bound to be crawling with bugs. They'd lock us up and throw away the key. No, if there's a way of pushing her into a corner, I intend to find it. I want to know what's going on here, and for that I'll need your help.'
âWhat do you want me to do?'
âFind Rubin and get him to talk, while I deal with Jude.'
âAny idea where he might be?'
âI expect he's in that shady lab of his. At least I know where it is now, but don't ask me how you get there. We'll have to hope he's kicking around somewhere else on the boat.' Johanson sighed. âIt all sounds like something out of a bad film, doesn't it? Most likely I'm the one who's cracking up. If it turns out that I'm paranoid, I'll have plenty of time later to eat my words. Right now, I mean to find out what's going on.'
âYou're not paranoid, Sigur.'
Johanson gave her a grateful smile. âLet's go back in.'
Â
Walking through the island and down the ramp, they kept up a steady stream of soundbites about message encryption and peaceful dialogue.
âWell, I'm off to see Leon,' said Weaver. âI can't wait to hear what he
says. After lunch we'll get started on that program. Who knows? We may even have it running by this afternoon.'
âExcellent,' said Johanson. âI'll catch you later.' He watched Weaver disappear, then climbed down a companionway to 02 LEVEL and went into the CIC, where Crowe and Shankar were sitting at their computers. âWhat are you two up to?' he asked.
âThinking,' said Crowe, from inside her usual cloud of smoke. âAny progress with the pheromone?'
âSue's in the process of synthesising the next batch. We must have about two dozen ampoules by now.'
âThen you're doing better than we are. We're starting to lose our faith in math. Maybe it isn't the path to salvation.' Shankar gave a wry grin. âBesides, their arithmetic seems better than ours.'
âAny other ideas?'
âEmotion.' Crowe expelled the smoke through her nostrils. âWeird, huh? Trying to appeal to the yrr's feelings - after all we know about them. But if yrr-emotion is based on biochemistryâ¦'
âLike human emotion,' Shankar chipped in.
ââ¦then the pheromone might be able to help us. Thank you, Murray. I don't need to be told that love is merely chemistry.'
âFelt any chemical attraction lately, Sigur?' said Shankar, idly.
âRight now I've got enough sparks flying of my own. You haven't seen Jude, have you?'
âShe was in the LFOC just now,' said Crowe.
âThanks.'
âOh, and Mick was looking for you.'
âMick?'
âHe and Li were chatting, and then he said something about heading down to the lab. He left a few minutes ago.'
âOh, good,' he said. âHe can help us synthesise the pheromone, provided he doesn't get any more migraines, poor guy.'
âHe should take up smoking,' said Crowe. âIt's great for headaches.'
Johanson grinned and walked over to the LFOC. Most of the electronic data had been diverted there so that Crowe and Shankar were not distracted in the CIC. Low rustling noises, then the occasional click or whistle came from the speakers. The silhouette of a dolphin passed over one of the screens. Greywolf had evidently released the fleet again.
No sign of Li, Peak or Vanderbilt Johanson checked out the JIC. It was empty, as were the other control and command rooms. He debated whether to look in the officers' mess, but he'd probably only find soldiers or some of Vanderbilt's agents. Li might be in the gym or her cabin. He didn't have time to search the whole vessel.
If Rubin was on his way to the lab, Weaver would flush him out. He had to speak to Li first.
Fine, he thought. If I can't find you, you'll have to find me. He made his way unhurriedly to his cabin, went in and positioned himself in the middle of the room.
âHello, Jude,' he said.
He wondered where the cameras and mikes were hidden.
âYou'll never guess what I just remembered. There's an extra lab above the main one. Rubin likes to go there when he's suffering from his migraines. Maybe you could tell me what he does there. Apart from beating up his colleagues.'
His eyes swept over the furniture, the lamps, the TV setâ¦
âI guessed you're weren't going to volunteer the information, so I took a few precautions. If you're not careful, I'll tell the rest of the team what I've remembered, and there'll be nothing you can do.' That was laying it on a bit thick, but he needed to grab her attention. âIs that what you want, Jude? Or how about you, Sal? Oh, sorry, Jack, I'd almost forgotten you were there. Any views?'
He took slow, deliberate paces round the room. âI can wait, you know. The question is, can you? I doubt it' He shrugged. âOf course, we could always keep the whole thing quiet. Maybe your intentions are honourable and that's why you've got Rubin working in a ghost lab. I'd love to know that it's all in the interests of international security. But I don't take too kindly to being knocked out. You understand that, don't you, Jude?'
What if Li couldn't care less? She might not even be listening.
Oh, she was listening to him, all right. He knew she was.
âJude, you treated Mick to his very own deep-sea simulation chamber. I know it's smaller than the main one, but I can't help wondering what he's doing with it that he couldn't do with ours. I hope you haven't joined forces with the yrr behind our backs. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to help me make sense of this, because to tell you the truth Iâ'
âDr Johanson.'
He spun around. Peak's tall frame filled the open door.
âWell, what a surprise,' Johanson said softly. âGood old Sal. Can I offer you a cup of tea?'
âJude wants to speak to you.'
âOh, really?' The corners of Johanson's mouth twitched. âI wonder what she wants.'
Weaver
Oliviera was leaving the containment facility with a metal carry-case in her hand when Weaver walked in. âHave you seen Mick?'
âNope, just pheromones.' Oliviera lifted the case for her to see. It was an open-sided wire cage with racks for samples. Row upon row of glass tubes containing a colourless fluid were lined up inside. âHe called here earlier, though, and threatened to come down. I should think he'll be here any moment'