Warren Murphy Destroyer 130 Waste Not, Want Not

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When she was finished, she pressed her intercom. "Yes, Director Chutesov," a
female voice replied.
"I have some photographs that I want the SVR to go through for us. Tell them
it is top priority."
"Right away, Director Chutesov."
Anna turned her attention back to her computer. She pulled up the picture of
the janitor once more. Something didn't seem right.
Blue eyes suspicious, she reached for her mouse. After a few clicks the
printer next to her chair whirred to life once more. When it was done, Anna
took the color photograph in slender fingers.
For a long moment she studied the picture of the Mayanan janitor. There was
definitely something not right about the man. She would have to tell Agent
Dvah to check on him once she was finished with her assignment.
Anna finally set the photo to one side of her desk. Putting the janitor from
her mind, the head of Russia's secret Institute returned to work.
Chapter 12
Toshimi Yakamoto worked late into the evening. It was well after ten o'clock
by the time he shut off the lights in his little corner office and headed for
the door.
Yakamoto always worked late. His diligence had been applauded on several
occasions. With the excitement of this morning, he had no intention of
arousing suspicions by breaking with eleven months' worth of tradition.
He shut his office door, locked the dead bolt with his key and stepped out
into the warm South American evening.
From the far-off hills came distant jungle sounds. To accommodate the
Vaporizer site, many acres of trees had been chopped back. The creatures that
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thrived in darkness growled and screeched at a safe distance.
When he first came to Mayana, Yakamoto had been bothered by the animal noises.
But it was a fear he had been able to put aside once he had been given a tour
of the site.
A great fence stretched all around the vast hilltop area. There were only two
routes in. The main road, used by most of the employees and visitors, and the
secondary road, which was used for hauling trash up from the harbor.
The gates were staffed by security during the day and locked down tight at
night. Nothing could get past that fence without authorization. Including
whatever jungle dangers might be lurking in the darkness.
Feeling safe from animal dangers, Yakamoto headed across the well-tended
grounds of the visitors' center.
The high fence that surrounded the immediate Vaporizer area was similar to the
one that enclosed the entire site. The gate was still open. Yakamoto stepped
inside, past the box of special safety boots, to the outer door of the
device.
It was secure. Nodding his satisfaction, he headed back out through the gate,
locking it carefully behind him.
Routine was very important for him to maintain. They had stressed that back in
his training in Japan. "You must work hard for them," he had been told in that
final briefing many months before.
It was in the familiar cold and gleaming conference room back in Osaka. The
man who had summoned him there was the same man Yakamoto had called in
desperation that very morning. His employer had a deep voice and a bulging
neck that made him look like a Japanese bullfrog.
"They must never suspect you are anything other than a loyal employee," his
true employer had insisted. "You will remain safe as long as you are a hard
worker. Obey the security rules we have taught you. It is likely that they do
not know the truth behind their own research. As well, it is doubtful their
source will reveal the truth to them. Too much false pride to admit it is all
lies. You will be safe in the guise of an average scientist." The bullfrog
smiled. "Until the day you bring ruin down around their ears."
Toshimi Yakamoto was grateful that day had almost arrived.
He headed away from the main buildings, walking calmly down the same road he
had run along in panic that morning.
It would be a relatively simple matter to destroy the device. He had worked
out exactly which nozzles would have to be misaligned. Several hundred in each
of the four major grids would have to be bent. Generally only one out of
alignment automatically drew attention from the safety systems, but Yakamoto
could easily get the computer to lie. When the device was switched on, extra
power would be shunted through those nozzles. The device would overload, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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