He was dressed in a navy blue suit with the jacket slung over one arm, a coat Nate was sure bore the Tellux logo. As usual, his dark brown hair was oiled and combed into perfect place, as was his smartly trimmed goatee. The smile he wore as he approached Nathan and his two friends was just as oily.
On the other hand, his redheaded companion crossed with an arm extended and a more genuine expression of welcome. "Dr. Rand, thank you for coming. I think you know Dr. Richard Zane."
"We"ve met," Nathan said coldly, then shook the redhead"s hand. The man had a grip that could crush stone.
"I"m Frank O"Brien, the head of operations here. You"ve already met my sister." He nodded over to Kelly, who glanced up from the table. She lifted a hand in greeting. "Now that you"re all here we can get this meeting under way."
Frank guided Nate, Kouwe, and Manny toward the table, then waved an arm, signaling the others to take their seats. A hard-faced man with a long pale scar across his throat settled him-self across the table from Nathan.
At his side sat one of the Rangers, his two silver bars suggesting he was the captain of the military forces here.
At the head of the table, Richard Zane sat between Kelly and Frank, who remained standing. To the left was another Tellux employee, a small Asian woman in a conservative blue pantsuit. Her eyes glinted with intelligence and seemed to soak in everything around her. Nate caught her gaze. She gave him the faintest of smiles and nodded her head.
Once everyone else was settled, Frank cleared his throat. "First, Dr. Rand, let me welcome you to the command center for Operation Amazonia, a joint operation between the CIA"s Environmental Center and Special Forces Command:" He gave a short nod to the silver-barred captain. "We"re also supported by the Brazilian government and are a.s.sisted by Tellux Pharmaceutical"s research division."
Kelly interrupted her brother, raising a hand. She clearly read the con-fusion on Nathan"s face. "Dr.
Rand, I"m sure you"ve many questions. Fore-most being, why you"ve been sought as a partner in this venture:"
Nathan nodded.
Kelly stood. "The main objective of Operation Amazonia is to discover the fate of your father"s lost expedition."
Nate"s jaw dropped and his vision blackened at the edges. He felt as it he"d just been sucker-punched.
He stammered for half a moment until he found his voice. "But. . . but that was over four years ago:"
"We understand that, but-"
"No!" He found himself on his feet, his chair skittering across the cement behind him. "They"re dead. All dead!"
Professor Kouwe reached to place a restraining hand on his elbow. "Nathan. . :"
He shook his arm free. He remembered that call as if it were yesterday. He had been finishing up his doctoral thesis at Harvard. He had taken the next plane down to Brazil and joined the search for the vanished team. Memories flowed through him as he stood in the warehouse-the blinding fear, the anger, the frustration. After the searches were called off, he had refused to give up. He couldn"t! He had pleaded with Tellux Pharmaceuticals to help continue the search privately. Tellux had been a co-sponsor, along with Eco-tek, in this venture. The ten-year goal: to conduct a census of the current populations of indigenous tribes and begin a systematic cataloging of their medicinal knowledge before such information was lost forever. But Tellux had refused Nate"s request for a.s.sistance. The corporation had supported the conclusion that the team either had been killed by a tribe of hostile Indians or had stumbled upon a camp of drug traffickers.
Nate had not. Over the next year, he spent millions continuing the search, beating the bush for any sign, clue, inkling of what had become of his father. It was a financial black hole into which he poured Eco-tek"s a.s.sets, further destabilizing his father"s company. Eco-tek had already taken a devastating hit on Wall Street, its stock value plummeting after the loss of its CEO in the jungle. Eventually, the well ran dry. Tellux made a run for his father"s company in a hostile takeover bid. Nate was too wounded, tired, and heartsore to fight. Eco-tek and its a.s.sets, including Nathan himself, became beholden to themultinational corporation.
What followed was an even blacker period of his life, a hazy blur of alcohol, drugs, and disillusionment.
It was only with the help of friends like Professor Kouwe and Manny Azevedo that he had ever found himself again. In the jungles, he found the pain was less severe. He discovered he could survive a day, then another. He plodded his way as best he could, continuing his father"s work with the Indians, financed on a pittance from Tellux.
Until now. "They"re dead!" he repeated, sagging toward the table. "After so long, there"s no hope of ever discovering what happened to my father:"
Nathan felt Kelly"s penetrating emerald eyes on him as she waited for him to compose himself. Finally, she spoke. "Do you know Gerald Wallace Clark?"
Opening his mouth to say no, Nathan suddenly recognized the name. He had been a member of his father"s team. Nathan licked his lips. "Yes. He was a former soldier. He headed the expedition"s five-man weapons team:"
Kelly took a deep breath. "Twelve days ago, Gerald Wallace Clark walked out of the jungle."
Nate"s eyes grew wide.
"d.a.m.n," Manny said beside him.
Professor Kouwe had retrieved Nate"s toppled chair and now helped guide him down to his seat.
Kelly continued, "Unfortunately, Gerald Clark died at a missionary settlement before he could indicate where he had come from. The goal of our operation is to backtrack this latest trail to find out what happened.
We were hoping that as the son of Carl Rand, you"d be interested in cooperating with our search:"
A silence descended over the table.
Frank cleared his throat, adding, "Dr. Rand, not only are you an expert on the jungle and its indigenous tribes, but you also knew your father and his team better than anyone. Such knowledge could prove an a.s.set during this deep-jungle search:"
Nathan was still too stunned to speak or answer. Professor Kouwe was not. He spoke calmly. "I can see why Tellux Pharmaceuticals is invested in this matter:" Kouwe nodded to Richard Zane, who smiled back at the professor. "They were never one to pa.s.s up a chance to profit from another"s tragedy."
Zane"s smile soured.
Kouwe continued, now turning his attention to Frank and Kelly. "But why is this matter of interest to the CIA"s Environmental Center? And what"s the rationale for a.s.signing an Army Ranger unit to the mission?"
He turned to the military man, raising a single eyebrow. "Would either of you two or the captain here wish to elaborate?"
Frank"s brow wrinkled at the quick and piercing a.s.sessment from the professor. Kelly"s eyes sparked. She answered. "Besides being an ex-soldier and a weapons expert, Gerald Clark was also a CIA operative. He was sent along with the expedition to gather intelligence on the cocaine shipment routes through the rain forest basin:"
Frank glanced quickly at Kelly, as if this bit of information were given a bit too freely.
She ignored her brother and continued. "But any further elaboration will only be given if Dr. Rand agrees to join our operation. Otherwise, additional details will be restricted:"
Kouwe, his eyes bright with warning, glanced to Nathan.
Nate took a deep breath. "If there"s any hope of findingout what happened to my father, then I can"t pa.s.s up this chance:" He turned to his two friends. "You both know I can"t:"
Nathan stood and faced the table. "I"ll go:"
Manny shoved out of his chair. "Then I"m going with him:" He faced the others and continued before anyone could object. "I"ve already talked to my superiors in Brasilia. As chief representative of FUNAI here, I have the power at my discretion to place any restrictions or qualifications on this mission:"
Frank nodded. "So we were informed an hour ago. It"s your choice. Either way, you"ll have no objection from me. I read your file. Your back-ground as a biologist could prove useful:"
Next, Professor Kouwe stood up and placed a hand on Nate"s shoulder. "Then perhaps you could use an expert in linguistics also."
"I appreciate your offer." Frank waved to the small Asian woman. "But we do have that covered. Dr.
Anna Fong is an anthropologist with a specialty in indigenous tribes. She speaks a dozen different dialects:"
Nathan scoffed, "No offense to Dr. Fong, but Professor Kouwe speaks over a hundred and fifty. There is no better expert in the field."
Anna spoke up, her voice soft and sweet. "Dr. Rand is most correct. Professor Kouwe is world renowned for his knowledge of the Amazon"s indigenous tribes. It would be a privilege to have his cooperation:"
"And it seems," Kelly added with a respectful nod toward the older man, "the good professor is also a distinguished expert on botanical medicines and jungle diseases:"
Kouwe bowed his head in her direction.
Kelly turned to her brother. "As the expedition"s medical doctor, I wouldn"t mind having him along either."
Frank shrugged. "What"s one more?" He faced Nathan. "Is this accept-able to you?"
Nathan glanced to his right and left. "Of course:"
Frank nodded and raised his voice. "Let"s all get back to work then. Discovering Dr. Rand here in the city has accelerated our schedule. We"ve a lot to accomplish in order to be under way at the crack ofdawn tomorrow." As the others began to disperse, Frank turned to Nathan. "Now let"s see if we can"t get a few more of your questions answered:"
He and his sister led the way toward one of the back offices.
Nate and his two friends followed.
Manny glanced over his shoulder to the bustling room. "Just what the h.e.l.l have we volunteered for?"
"Something amazing," Kelly answered from ahead, holding open the office door. "Step inside and I"ll show you:"
Nathan clutched the photos of Agent Clark and pa.s.sed them around to the others. "And you"re telling me this man actually grew his arm back?"
Frank stepped around the desk and took a seat. "So it would seem. It"s been verified by fingerprints.
The man"s body was shipped today from the morgue in Manaus back to the States. His remains are due to be examined tomorrow at a private research facility sponsored by MEDEA."
"MEDEA?" Manny asked. "Why does that name sound familiar?"
Kelly answered from where she was studying topographic maps tacked on the wall. "MEDEA"s been active in rain forest conservation since its inception back in 1992."
"What is MEDEA?" Nathan asked, placing the photos on the desk.
"Back in 1989, there were congressional hearings on whether or not the cla.s.sified data gathered by the CIA through its satellite surveillance systems might be useful in studying and monitoring global environmental changes. As a result, MEDEA was formed in 1992. The CIA recruited more than sixty researchers in various environmental-related fields into a single organization to a.n.a.lyze cla.s.sified data in regard to environmental concerns."
"I see," Nathan said.
Frank spoke up, "Our mother was one of the original MEDEA founders, with a background in medicine and hazardous-waste risks. She was hired by my father when he was deputy director of the CIA. She"ll be overseeing the autopsy of Agent Clark:"
Manny frowned. "Your father is the deputy director of the CIA?"
"Was," Frank said bitterly.
Kelly turned from the maps. "He"s now director of the CIA"s Environ-mental Center. A division that was founded by Al Gore in 1997 at the behest of MEDEA. Frank works in this division, as well:"
"And you?" Nathan asked. "Are you CIA, too?"
Kelly waved away his question.
"She"s the youngest member of MEDEA," Frank said with a bit of pride in his voice. "Quite the distinguished honor. It was why we were chosen to head this operation. I represent the CIA. Sherepresents MEDEA."
"Nothing like keeping it all in the family," Kouwe said with a snort.
"The fewer who know about the mission the better," Frank added.
"Then how does Tellux Pharmaceuticals play a role in all this?" Nathan asked.
Kouwe answered before either of the O"Brien siblings. "Isn"t it obvious? Your father"s expedition was financed by Eco-tek and Tellux, which are now one and the same. They own any proprietary intelligence gained from the expedition. If the team discovered some compound out there with regenerative properties, Tellux owns the majority rights to it:"
Nathan glanced to Kelly, who stared at her toes.
Frank simply nodded. "He"s right. But even at Tellux, only a handful of people know the true purpose of our mission here:"
Nate shook his head. "Great, just great:" Kouwe placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.
"All that aside," Manny said, "what"s our first step?"
"Let me show you:" Kelly turned once again to the maps on the back wall. She pointed to the centermost one. "I"m sure Dr. Rand is familiar with this map:"
He stared at it and did indeed recognize it like the lines on his own palm. "It"s the recorded route my father"s team took four years ago:"
"Exactly;" Kelly said, tracing her finger along the dotted course that led in haphazard fashion from Manaus south along the Madeira River until it reached the town of PBrto Velho, where it angled north into the heart of the Amazon basin. From there, the team crisscrossed the area until they bridged into the little-explored region between the southern and northern tributaries of the Amazon. Her finger stopped at the small cross at the end of the line."Here is where all radiocontact with the team ceased. And where all searches originated-both those sponsored by the Brazilian government and those financed privately" She glanced significantly at Na-than. "What can you tell us about the searches?" Nate circled around the desk to stare at the map. A familiar creeping despair edged through the core of his being. "It was December, the height of the rainy season," he whispered dully. "Two major storm systems had moved through the region. It was one of the reasons no one was initially concerned. But when an update from the team grew to be almost a week late and the storms had abated, an alarm went up. At first, no one was really that worried. These were people who had lived their lives in the jungle.
What could go wrong? But as search teams began tentatively looking, it was realized that all trace of the expedition was gone, erased by the rains and the flooded forests. This spot"-Nathan placed a finger on the black X-"was found to be underwater when the first team arrived."
He turned to the others. "Another week went by, then another. Nothing. No clues, no further word . . .
until one last frantic signal. "Send help . . . can"t last much longer. Oh, G.o.d, they"re all around us: "Nate took a deep breath. The memory of those words still haunted him deeply. "The signal was so full of static that it was impossible to discern who even spoke. Maybe it was this Agent Clark:" But in his heart, Nathan knew it had been his father. He had listened over and over to that last message. The last words of his father.
Nathan stared at the photos and doc.u.ments strewn across the desktop. "For the next three months, the searchers swept throughout the region, but storms and floods made any progress difficult. There was no telling in which direction my father"s team had headed: east, west, north, south:" He shrugged. "It was impossible. We were searching a region larger than the state of Texas. Eventually everyone gave up:"
"Except you;" Kelly said softly.
Nathan clenched a fist. "And a lot of good that did. No further contact was ever heard:"
"Until now," Kelly said. She gently drew him around and pointed to a small red circle he had not noticed before. She pointed to it. It lay about two hundred miles due south of Sao Gabriel, near the river of Jarura, a branch of the Solimoes, the mighty southern tributary of the Amazon. "This is the mission of Wauwai, where Agent Clark died. This is where we"re heading tomorrow."
"And what then?" Manny asked.
"We follow Gerald Clark"s trail. Unlike the earlier searches, we have an advantage:"
"What is that?" Manny asked.
Nathan spoke up, leaning close to the wall map. "We"re at the end of the dry season. There hasn"t been a major storm through here in a month:" He glanced over his shoulder. "We should be able to track his movements."
"Hence, the urgency and speed of organizing this mission:" Frank stood. He leaned one hand on the wall and nodded to the map. "We hope to follow any clues before the wet season begins and the trail is washed away. We"re also hoping Agent Clark was sound enough in mind to leave some evidence of his route-marks on a tree, piles of rock-some way to lead us back to where he had been held these past four years:"
Frank turned back to the desk and slid out a large folded sheet of sketch paper. "In addition, we"ve employed Anna Fong so we can communicate with any natives of the region: peasants, Indians, trappers,whoever. To see if anyone has seen a man with these markings pa.s.s by" Frank unfolded and smoothed the paper. A hand-sketched drawing was revealed. "This was tattooed across Agent Clark"s chest and abdomen. We hope that we"ll find isolated folk who might have seen a man with this marking:"