Thirty minutes later Puller had found them.
He counted the barrels. There were five of them. He couldn’t tell if they were lead-lined but he hoped they were. As he drew closer he could make out the muck and mildew clinging to the sides of the metal. He hoped there were no holes in them. If so, he was probably already dead. He drew even closer and used a gloved hand to rub some of the muck off. He was looking at a faded blue label with a skull and crossbones.
Blue meant uranium.
The next barrel in line was the same. He pushed against each with his hand. They were full, or at least seemed to be. The weight could be coming in part from the lead lining. Yet the tops appeared sealed and had enough crust around them that Puller didn’t think they had been opened in decades. Two other barrels had red labels and the skull warning.
Plutonium cakes. He pushed. They were full too.
The last barrel in the line had the same red label. Plutonium. But that wasn’t what he was focusing on.
The top was off the barrel. He eased a few steps closer. Then, deciding to just go for it, he got so close he was able to look down into it. Lead-lined, yes. That was good. There was no penetration into the lead from the outside elements.
That was excellent.
The barrel was also empty. The plutonium was on the loose.
That was catastrophic.
And then he noted something else. On the concrete floor were six identical rings lined up next to the barrels. Puller knew exactly what that meant. There had been six other barrels here. Uranium and/or plutonium. And now they were gone.
He got on his walkie-talkie.
“I found the stuff. And we got one empty barrel. That used to hold plutonium. And a half dozen missing ones.”
The walkie-talkie crackled and Cole said shakily, “I found something too.”
“Cole, you okay?”
“I… Just get over here. I’m on the east side, about three hundred feet from where we came in.”
“What is it? What did you find?”
“Roger. I found Roger Trent.”
CHAPTER
88
TOGETHER THEY GAZED DOWN at the prone man. Puller didn’t think he was dead, because he was trussed up. One did not tie up the dead. Just to be sure Puller knelt next to him, stripped off his glove, and felt for a pulse. He gazed up at Cole. “Slow but steady. He’s been drugged.”
Cole said, “And I found these.”
Puller looked where she was pointing. This was the last thing he would have expected to find in here.
They were banker boxes. He opened one. They were full of financial records. Puller sifted through a few files. There was also a baggie filled with labeled flash drives.
“What are they?” asked Cole.
“Looks like financial records. Like I told you, your sister said Roger was having problems. Maybe these records tell a story someone never wants anyone to discover. Along with Roger.”
“But who would do that?”
“I have my suspicions.”
“Who? I mean—” She broke off because Puller was looking over her shoulder.
He said, “Did you check your entire side over there?”
“No. I was doing my sweep when I found Roger lying on the floor. Why?”
He pointed. “That’s why.”
Cole turned around and saw what had captured his attention.
There was a light coming from the opposite side of the building. A soft green light. It had just come on. In the pitch dark he would’ve seen it before.
She hustled after him, her Cobra out.
Puller stopped and so did she.
She looked where he was looking.
The box was about four feet long and the same width and looked to be built of stainless steel. It was a nice job, no obvious seams. The metal looked like it had been cast in one piece; a nifty piece of craftsmanship. Puller knelt down next to it, put his gloved hand on the box. Then he took it away.
He looked up at Cole. “Warm.”
“What’s powering this thing?” she asked. “There’s no electrical source in here.”
“There’s lot of energy in here, Cole. There’s probably enough in those barrels over there to power New York City for a thousand years once you ran it through a nuclear reactor.”
She stared down at the box. “Is… is this it? Is this a bomb? It doesn’t look like a bomb.”
“Since when have you seen a nuclear bomb up close and personal?”
“I’ve seen them on the wings of planes. I watched a History Channel program of the ones they dropped on Japan. They didn’t look like a box.”
“Well, looks can be deceiving.”
“Did it just turn on? I didn’t see that light before.”
“Neither did I, which means that this sucker just woke up.”
She drew a sharp breath. “Does it have a timer? Is it ticking down?”
“You’ve been watching too many movies.” Puller was looking over every inch of the box, trying to find a seam, an indication of a hinge, a break in the metal. He ran his fingers over the top, feeling for anything his electronic-aided eyes had missed.
“So it doesn’t have a timer?”
Puller snapped, “Cole, I don’t know, okay? I’ve never been around a nuclear weapon before.”
“But you’re in the Army.”
“Not that part. And the Navy and Air Force control most of the nukes. The infantry are just the working-class guys shooting and getting shot at in all types of weather just like they did two hundred years ago. Biggest weapon I was around was a fifty cal. You can kill hundreds of people with a fifty. This thing can kill tens of thousands, maybe more.”
“Puller, if you open that thing won’t whatever is in there kill us?”
“It might. But if I don’t open it, whatever is in there will probably kill us anyway. Plus a whole bunch of other people.”
His fingers stopped probing and held on one spot, six inches from the right side of the stainless steel.
“Did you find something?” she asked.
In answer he picked up his dumbbell-sized phone and punched in a number. “It’s time to bring in the heavyweights.”
“What if the call won’t go through?”