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Authors: Robin Cook

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"I know what you mean, " Steve whispered back. "Like Christ being born in a stable, extraordinary things can come from lowly surroundings.

This bio-weapon is probably going to change the world."

"Let's content ourselves with saving the country, " Curt responded.

With glass in hand, Yuri joined the others. He sat down in the empty chair.

"What would you like to talk about? " Yuri asked. He took a sip of his drink and relished its taste. Despite some recent misgivings about his relationship with his guests, he was happy and relieved they were there, "With all these unexpected problems that have been popping up, we've decided things have to be speeded up, " Curt said. "Like we told you last night, we're worried about security. After talking about it all day, we've decided we want to schedule the event for Friday. So, we want our half of the anthrax powder Thursday night. That's two days from now."

"This is very sudden, " Yuri said. He was visibly shocked. The plan had been to wait until he had enough of the bio-weapon before they'd plan the actual day of release.

"Maybe so, " Curt said. "But we feel strongly that this is the way it has to be."

"It's going to be difficult, " Yuri said. His eyes darted nervously back and forth between Curt and Steve. "Both laydowns need at least four or five pounds for maximum effect."

"That means we want at least four and preferably five pounds Thursday night, " Curt said. "This is not a discussion. Am I making myself clear?"

"I don't know what to say, " Yuri stammered.

"Just say, Fine, Curt, just come by and I'll have it ready for you.

You originally told us it would be sealed in clear plastic and look like large sausages. Is that still the case? "

"Yes, " Yuri said. He took a sip from his glass and his hand trembled.

"And it's safe to handle in that form, " Curt said. "I mean without a hazmat suit."

"Unless the plastic breaks, " Yuri said. "The sausages will be heatsealed and their outsides will be decontaminated."

"How tough is this plastic? " Curt asked. "Like if we happened to drop one of the sausages, would that be a problem? "

"I haven't tested that, " Yuri admitted. "But I wouldn't advise dropping it or sticking it with anything. Under ideal conditions each one of these sausages will be capable of killing up to a hundred thousand , , , people.

"How many pounds do you have now? " Curt asked. "I'm sorry." Yuri said.

, , , . _ , "Last night you said you might have enough by the end of the week, " Curt reminded him. "So you must have an idea. I mean, Thursday night is pretty close to the end of the week."

"I did another harvest this morning, " Yuri said. "I didn't weigh it."

"So you're close, " Curt said.

"Yes, I'm close, " Yuri said. He nodded a few times as if agreeing with himself before taking a deep breath and exhaling through pursed lips. It was like he'd been under stress but was now able to relax.

He gestured with his glass toward both Curt and Steve as if he was giving a toast and then took another, larger slug of his drink. He held the vodka in his mouth for a moment before swallowing as if it was fine wine.

"What about the second fermenter? " Steve asked. "Have you converted it to anthrax? "

"Yes, this morning, " Yuri said.

"How is it going? " Curt asked.

"Extremely well, " Yuri said. He managed a smile. "It's growing much better than the Clostridium botulinum. In fact I was amazed when I checked just a few minutes before you arrived. I'll be able to harvest an entire batch this evening."

"We could steal you another fermenter tonight, " Steve suggested. "If that could help."

"There's no need, " Yuri said with a wave of his free hand. "Not with the second one running. Now that I've had a chance to think, I'm sure I'll be able to make delivery Thursday night."

"Really? " Curt questioned.

"Absolutely, " Yuri said.

"You weren't so sure just a few moments ago, " Curt said.

"I wasn't, " Yuri admitted. "Not until Steve reminded me of the second fermenter. With it running like it is, I'll be able to have at least ten pounds, maybe even a bit more if I work nonstop."

"Is there any reason you can't do that? " Curt asked.

"No, " Yuri said. "I just won't drive the cab."

"There is one more thing we want you to do before tomorrow night, " Curt said.

Yuri's face, which had recently assumed a smile, reverted to a troubled expression.

"Now, don't get upset, " Curt said, noticing the change in Yuri's demeanor. "This is an easy request, at least easy for you. I'd like you to write down how you've created this anthrax powder. Since you'll be back in Russia, we're going to have to find someone else if we want to stage an encore." Yuri's smile returned. He nodded. "Sure, I can do that. In fact I'll be happy to do it."

"Perfect! " Curt said.

He smiled to himself before picking up the paper bag from the couch and handing it across to Yuri. As Yuri accepted the parcel, Curt's other hand slipped behind to grasp the butt of his own pistol nestled in its holster in the small of his back. Unbeknownst to Yuri, who was happily opening the package, Steve did the same with his gun.

Yuri lifted the automatic out by its barrel. Dropping the paper bag, he examined the gun closely. He hefted it. "It's lightweight, " he said.

"It is, " Curt said. "It's called a Glock. It's a very good weapon.

It's the preferred handgun with the militias."

"Is there anything particular that I should know about it? " Yuri said.

He released the magazine catch and slipped it out. He glanced at the bullets and counted them.

"You just point it at your brother-in-law and pull the trigger, " Curt said. "The gun does the rest." Yuri laughed. He slipped his finger within the trigger guard and pointed the gun at his refrigerator.

"Bang! " he said and jerked the gun as if it had recoiled. He laughed again before placing the gun on the coffee table.

Curt and Steve relaxed and sat back in their seats.

"There's something else in the bag, " Curt said.

"There is? " Yuri questioned. He reached down and retrieved the package.

He pulled out a cellophane bag that seemed to be filled with black hair. The corners of Yuri's mouth drew up into a half smile. He thought it was some kind of joke. "What the hell is this? "

"It's something we picked up in a costume store on the way over here, " Curt said. "It's a beard."

"What on earth for? " Yuri asked.

"It's to make a point, " Curt said. "The gun is only for an absolute emergency. We don't want you using it. Stay away from your brother-inlaw and take your phone off the hook. Don't talk to him.

When you go out, make sure he's not around and wear the stupid beard.

If he happens to come around, don't let him in. Just get rid of him.

The problem is, that if you use the gun, it'll bring the police, and if the police come here and start snooping around, Operation Wolverine goes down the toilet. If that happens, Steve and I and the PAA troops are going to be very unhappy. Am I making myself clear?"

"Don't worry, " Yuri said with a wave of dismissal. "I'll only use the gun to avoid being killed myself. It's more to just make me feel safe."

"That's what I was hoping, " Curt said.

"After all, " Yuri added as he tore open the cellophane package, "Operation Wolverine is just as important to me as it is to you. The last thing I'd want to do is something that would interfere with it." Yuri pulled out the fake beard and held it up against his face. "How do I look? "

"Ridiculous, " Curt said.

Yuri laughed and put the cellophane and the beard back into the paper bag.

Curt stood up, and Steve and Yuri followed suit. Curt stuck out his hand and Yuri shook it enthusiastically.

"So what time Thursday night? " Curt asked.

"As you wish, " Yuri said. "It will be ready when you want."

"Excellent, " Curt said. "We'll come by sometime after dark. I'll have a firefighter's rabbit tool bag. It's about twenty inches by ten and about ten high. It's like a small duffel bag. Will that be big enough for the plastic sausages? "

"More than enough, " Yuri said.

"The key thing is to make sure there are no sharp edges on the inside.

In fact, I'll give you a towel to roll them up in."

"Sounds good, " Curt said. He gave a halfhearted military salute.

Selfconsciously, Yuri returned the gesture.

Curt preceded Steve out the door. They could hear Yuri bolt it as they descended the front walk. Reaching the truck they climbed in their respective sides.

"So what was your take? " Curt questioned as he started the engine.

"I was encouraged, " Steve said. "At first when he acted so nervous I had my doubts. I thought he was going to try to give us a hard time about getting the anthrax or maybe argue we should do Central Park rather than the federal building."

"I did, too, " Curt said. "But then it was like he suddenly saw the light and realized that Operation Wolverine had better be executed fast before something else goes wrong.

Thank God we came out here and put pressure on him. I suppose we should have done it a week ago. But at the moment, it doesn't matter.

What matters is that Operation Wolverine is going to happen, and come Friday all hell's going to break loose here in the Big Apple."

"I'm glad he's decided to be cooperative, but he's still one weird duck, " Steve said. "Did it make you nervous when he took the gun out?"

"A little, " Curt admitted. "But it was more because of what you'd said before we went in. I actually think the guy's pathetic.

Pretending to shoot the gun like that was so juvenile. And when he put that beard on, I almost cracked up."

"I think it was a brilliant idea to ask him to write out how to make the anthrax powder, " Steve said.

"It was a touch of genius, " Curt said with a wry smile as he made the turn onto Ocean Avenue. "The idea just came to me like a bolt out of the heavens. If this all goes as well as I'm sure it will, we'll probably want to make future strikes."

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 19

Jack liked to work after hours. With few people in the building and no phone calls to distract him, he was able to get much more done than he could during the day. The only person he'd seen over the previous hour had been one of the janitors, who'd whisked by the door with a large dust mop.

For efficiency's sake, he'd spread himself all around the one office, bunching similar tasks for different cases in the same location. He'd even arrogated Chet's desk, where he'd set up his microscope for examining the histology slides. Taking advantage of the wheels on his desk chair, he moved from station to station.

"My God, I'm homeless, " a voice said, breaking the silence.

Jack glanced up to see Chet looking forlornly at his commandeered desk.

"Ah, the missing ME! " Jack said. "Talk about me going out in the field!

Where on earth have you been? I haven't seen you since early this. , , morning.

"I told you I was going to the pathology conference, " Chet said. "You did? "

"Of course I did, " Chet said. "In the ID room this morning over coffee."

"Sorry, I guess I forgot, " Jack said. He remembered being preoccupied about his planned apology to Laurie. "I'm kinda in a fog.

A lot's going on."

"It looks like a cyclone hit this office."

"I suppose it does, " Jack said. "Here, let me get my stuff off your desk."

"Hey, not on my account, " Chet said. "I've just stopped in to pick up my briefcase. It's got my exercise clothes. I'm heading over to the gym."

"Are you sure you don't want me to move my junk? "

"Absolutely, " Chet said. He gingerly stepped over folders Jack had strategically placed around the floor. "You should have come to the conference. It was one of the best I've attended."

"Really? " Jack questioned without interest. He'd turned his attention back to the prisoner-in-custody case, whose slides had appeared in a miraculously short time from the histology lab.

"The last seminar was particularly fantastic, " Chet continued. He pulled open the top drawer of his file cabinet and lifted out his briefcase. "It was on zoonoses. You know, diseases of animals that people can get."

"I know what zoonoses are, " Jack said absently.

"What made it so good was that a number of city veterinarians were on the panel, " Chet said. "I was bowled over by the number of animal diseases which they're constantly contending with. It's incredible."

"No kidding, " Jack said vaguely. He was trying to find the slides of David Jefferson's brain, particularly the sections of the temporal lobe.

"And I'm not just talking about the ones you hear about in the media like rabies in raccoons. In fact, one of the guys said that just today there was a major die-off of sewer rats in Brooklyn way out in Brighton Beach." Jack's head popped up. "What was that? "

"As usual, you're not listening to me, " Chet complained.

"I just missed the last part." Chet repeated what he'd said about the rats.

"And this was in Brighton Beach? " Jack asked. He stared off.

"Yes! " Chet said, mildly miffed. As usual it irritated him the way Jack could tune him out. "Why does Brighton Beach surprise you? " Jack didn't answer. It was as if he was in a trance.

"Hello! " Chet called, waving his hand in front of Jack's face.

"Earth to Jack! Come in please! " Chet shook his head. "God, I haven't used that phrase since the third grade."

"What did the rats die of? " Jack asked. "Was it plague or something like that? "

"No!"

" Chet said. "That's the big mystery. They haven't been able to come up with a cause yet. But they're very concerned. And just to add to the mystery, two out of the hundreds of dead rats they've collected had cutaneous ulcers that turned out to be anthrax."

"Now that is weird!

" Jack said. "Do they think the others had anthrax?"

"No, not at all, " Chet said. "They've pretty much ruled out bacteria as the culprit, including anthrax. Now they're focusing mostly on some kind of virus. The anthrax is just a curious corollary."

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