Vector (18 page)

"No, " Curt said.

"Then you get my point, " Tim said. "It's a ZOG conspiracy. They don't even want kids to learn the term because encouraging miscegenation is the most insidious sin of all that ZOG is guilty of.

And to God it's an abomination. It's Satan's attempt to do away with God's chosen people.

It's the Holocaust in reverse."

"All right! " Curt spat, returning from his brief reverie. "It's time we put the cards on the table." He looked at Steve. Steve nodded in agreement. Curt looked at Yuri.

"What cards are you talking about? " Yuri questioned. He could tell that his guests were livid, particularly Curt.

Curt rolled his eyes in frustration. "It's an expression, for crissake.

It means explaining everything to everybody so there are no surprises."

"Okay, " Yuri said agreeably.

"I mean like you've shocked us tonight, " Curt snapped. "Not only are you married, but you're married to a nigger woman. Calling that a surprise is putting it mildly."

"I needed a green card, " Yuri explained.

"But you should not have married a black woman! " Steve barked.

"What difference does it make? " Yuri asked, although he thought he knew the answer. Over the four years he'd lived in the United States he'd become well aware of social prejudices.

Curt held his tongue despite the foolishness of Yuri's question. He thought for a moment of explaining the whole issue to Yuri the way Tim Melcher had explained it to him some twenty years earlier. But he decided against it, because looking at Yuri with a more critical eye, Curt couldn't decide if he was Aryan or not.

"Marrying between the races, particularly when one member is white, is against God's word, " Steve said.

"I'd never heard that, " Yuri said.

"What's done is done, " Curt said with a wave of his hand. "More important at the moment is the question of what we are going to do now.

Your wife knows you are screwing around with bacteria downstairs and she knows that you worked in the Soviet bio-weapons industry. Chances are she knows you're making a bio-weapon."

"She doesn't concern herself with what I'm doing, " Yuri said. "Trust me."

"But she could suddenly change her mind, " Curt said. "And that would be very bad."

"She could say something to her family, " Steve suggested.

"She doesn't talk with her family, " Yuri said. "Except for her brother.

He's the only one who cares about her."

"So, suppose she says something revealing to her brother, " Curt said.

"One way or the other, we can't take the risk. Like we mentioned earlier she might have to go. Do you have a problem with that? " Yuri shook his head and took a healthy swallow from his tumbler of vodka.

"Okay, " Curt said. "At least we agree on that. The problem is how do we do it without calling attention. I assume she'd be missed if she were just to disappear."

"She'd be missed at work, " Yuri agreed.

"She's a taxi dispatcher."

"The key point is that we have to do it so that the police are not involved, " Curt said. "Does she have any medical problems? "

"Something besides obesity, " Steve added.

Yuri shook his head. "She's pretty healthy."

"Hey, maybe we could use her obesity, " Steve offered. "As fat as she is, no one would question it if she had a heart attack."

"That's not a bad idea, " Curt said. "But how do we make her have a heart attack? " The three men looked at each other. No one had a clue how to simulate a heart attack.

"I could make her die of respiratory failure, " Yuri suggested.

Both Curt and Steve raised their eyebrows. , "A lot of overweight people die of respiratory failure, " Yuri said. "I could say she had asthma when we got to the hospital."

"How would you do it? " Curt asked.

"I'd use a large dose of my botulinum toxin, " Yuri said. "Hell, I need to test it anyway. Why not on Connie? This way I can be sure of the dose."

"But wouldn't the doctors figure it out? " Curt asked.

"No, " Yuri said. "Once someone is dead and you don't know the initial symptoms, there's no way to suspect it. And you have to suspect it, otherwise it's not thought of. There are too many other things that cause respiratory failure."

"Are you sure? " Curt asked.

"Of course I'm sure, " Yuri said. "I was involved with a lot of the testing of the toxin back in the Soviet Union. With a big dose the person just stops breathing and turns blue. The KGB was very interested in it for covert assassinations because what constitutes a big dose is actually a very, very small amount."

"I like it, " Curt said. "There's a certain poetic justice to it.

After all, Connie is threatening the security of Operation Wolverine.

When could you do it?"

"Tonight, " Yuri said with a shrug. "One thing I never have trouble getting her to do is eat. Later on, after she calms down, I'll just call in some pizza and that will be that."

"Well, " Curt declared while allowing his first smile of the evening.

"With that bit of unpleasantness out of the way, let's go on to greener pastures. What's the good news you have for us? "

"I tested the anthrax, i' Yuri said eagerly. He moved forward in his -chair. "It's as potent as I expected."

"Who did you test it on? " Curt asked. In light of current events involving Connie, security was Curt's first concern.

Yuri described how he'd picked Jason Papparis, a rug merchant, who was at risk for contracting anthrax from the merchandise he imported. Yuri explained that by doing so he'd certainly avoided any possible suspicions by the authorities for what they were planning.

"Very clever, " Curt said. "On behalf of the People's Aryan Army, I commend your shrewdness." Yuri allowed himself a self-satisfied smile.

"We've got some news for you as well, " Curt said. He went on to describe the visit he and Steve had made to the Jacob Javits Federal Building that morning. He told Yuri that it was set up perfectly to put the bio-weapon in the HVAC induction duct.

"Will you need an aerosolizer? " Yuri asked.

"No, not if the weapon comes in a fine powder, " Curt said. "We'll use timed detonators to burst the packaging. The circulating fans will do the rest."

"That means you'll have to use the anthrax, " Yuri said.

"That's all right by us, " Curt said. "Is that a problem? You told us both agents would be equally potent."

"No, it's not a problem, " Yuri said. "It's just that I'm having trouble getting the bacteria that makes the botulinum toxin to grow fast enough.

I'm less than a week away from having plenty of anthrax, but more than three weeks away from having enough botulinum toxin."

"I don't think we want to wait three weeks, " Curt said. "Not with the security problems we've been having."

"Why not just go with the anthrax for both targets? " Steve said.

"Forget the toxin if the bacteria aren't cooperating."

"Because with the amount of anthrax we'll only have enough for one laydown, not two, " Yuri said.

"Maybe Providence is telling us we should only hit the federal building, " Curt said. "How about forgetting Central Park? "

"No! " Yuri said with emphasis. "I want to do the park."

"But why? " Curt asked. "The federal building is going to make a much bigger statement against the government, and it's going to get at least six or seven thousand people."

"But it's only government people, " Yuri said. "I want to strike just as much against the fake American culture, particularly all those Jewish businessmen and bankers who've caused all the economic turmoil in Russia today." Curt and Steve exchanged a disgruntled glance.

"This is a rootless culture, " Yuri continued. "People are supposed to be free, but they're not. They're all scrambling for status and identity. We Slavs may have had some trouble down through history but at least we know who we are."

"I don't believe I'm hearing this, " Curt said. "Why haven't you voiced this before? "

"You never asked me, " Yuri said.

"America has some problems, " Curt agreed. "But it's because of ZOG supporting gun control, miscegenation, nigger drug dealers, welfare cheats, and queers, all of who are eroding our original roots. That's what we're fighting against. We know we'll have some civilian casualties in the struggle. It's to be expected. But it's the government we're targeting."

"There are no civilians in my war, " Yuri said. "That's why I want the laydown in Central Park. With a proper wind vector it will take out a large swath of the city. I'm talking about hundreds of thousands of casualties or even millions, not thousands. That's what a weapon of mass destruction is supposed to do.

Hell, for your narrow objective you could use a regular old bomb."

"We wouldn't be able to get a bomb big enough into the building, " Curt said. "That's the whole point. We'll have no trouble with four or five pounds of flour-like powder. I mean, that's how you described the weaponized anthrax."

"That's right, " Yuri said. "A very, very fine flour that's so light it stays suspended." For a few moments the three men stared at each other. All were aware of the tension.

"All right, " Curt said, waving his hands in the air. "We're back to square one. We'll do both laydowns. The problem boils down to getting enough stuff."

"Where's my pest control truck you guys promised? " Yuri asked.

"The troops have located one, " Curt said. "Don't worry."

"Where is it? "

"It's parked behind a pest control company out on Long Island, " Curt said. "It's used for the potato crop in-season.

There's no security.

It's there for the taking."

"I want it in my garage, " Yuri said.

"What's this new belligerency? " Curt questioned. "With the surprises you've had for us tonight, we are the ones who should be mad."

"I just want the truck in the garage, " Yuri demanded. "That was the deal. It was supposed to be there already."

"I think you'd better watch your tone, " Steve said. "Otherwise we'll be sending the shock troops to pay you a visit."

"Don't threaten me, " Yuri said.

"Otherwise you won't get anything. I'll sabotage the whole program."

"Hey, hold up, you guys, " Curt said. "This is getting out of hand.

Let's not argue among ourselves. There's no problem here. We'll see that the truck is procured, brought into town, and put into your garage. Will that make you happy? "

"That was our agreement, " Yuri said.

"Consider it done, " Curt said. "Meanwhile on your end you've got to take care of Connie. Fair enough? "

"It will be done tonight, " Yuri said. He visibly relaxed and polished off the last of his drink.

"Good, " Curt said. He rubbed his hands in a show of eagerness. "Then let's talk about scheduling. What if you gave up on the toxin and converted the second fermenter to anthrax? Wouldn't that mean we'd have enough product sooner? "

"Probably, " Yuri said.

"What's the time frame realistically? " Curt asked.

"By the end of the week or the beginning of the next if all goes well, " Yuri said.

"That's music to my ears, " Curt said, forcing himself to smile. He stood up. Steve followed suit.

"I have a question, " Yuri said. "What's a medical examiner? "

"It's a guy that looks at dead people and figures out why they died, " Steve said.

"I thought so, " Yuri said. He got to his feet.

"That's a curious question, " Curt remarked. "Why do you ask? "

"When I went back to the rug dealer's today to find out if he'd died, there was a man there taking cultures who said he was investigating the case."

"Wait a sec, " Curt commented. "I thought you said that your ruse of infecting a rug dealer would preclude any investigation by the authorities."

"I didn't say that, " Yuri responded. "I said that the authorities wouldn't suspect the release of a bio-weapon."

"But the authorities know anthrax is used as a weapon, " Curt said.

"What will keep them from getting suspicious? "

"Because they'll have a logical explanation for the episode, " Yuri said. "They'll be congratulating themselves for figuring it out. That's the way those people think."

"What if they don't find any source? " Curt asked.

"Or did you leave something for them to find on one of the rugs? "

"No, I didn't do that, " Yuri admitted.

"Could that be a problem? " Curt asked. "Possibly, " Yuri said. "But I doubt it."

"But you can't be a hundred percent certain, " Curt said.

"Not a hundred percent but very close to it." Curt let out an exasperated sigh. "Suddenly there seems to be so many loose ends."

"It's not going to be a problem, " Yuri said. "And we had to test the product. There'd be no sense in releasing it if it wasn't pathogenic."

"Let's hope you're right, " Curt said in a tired voice. He stood up and started for the door. "We'll be in touch. Some of the boys will come by late tonight to deliver the pest control truck."

"What if I'm not here? " Yuri asked.

"You'd better be here, " Curt said. "You're the one making all the ruckus about this goddamn truck."

"But I have to take care of Connie, " Yuri said. "I'll have to call emergency after she's had her fit. I might be at the hospital."

"Oh, yeah, " Curt said.

"I know what I'll do, " Yuri said. "When I go out with Connie I'll leave the garage door unlocked."

"Perfect, " Curt said. He waved and went out the door. Steve followed closely behind.

The two firemen trooped out of Yuri's house and climbed into the Dodge Ram without talking. Once the doors were closed Curt pounded the steering wheel with a closed fist. "We got ourselves involved with a goddamned fruitcake, " he snarled.

"I'm not going to say I told you so, " Steve said.

"Jesus Christ, he's out to kill civilians, not government people, " Curt complained. "Here we are, patriots, trying to save the country, and we're forced to deal with a terrorist. What's this world coming to? "

"I think his wish for the Soviet Union to get back together involves a lot more than wanting to protect the nukes. I think he's a Commie."