"It's happened before," Reed said. "Remember what I said about a drill platform's collapsing after accidentally releasing a plume."
"Max, I know you've worked hard, but I wonder if you could do me a favor."
"Of course, Dr. Jenkins."
"Thank you. Go back to your map of the East Coast and show us weak spots similar to those off Maine."
The map appeared again with pulsating bull's-eyes of varying sizes. The biggest were off the New England coast, New Jersey, Washington, Charleston and Miami.
"Max, please simulate what would happen if the
continental shelf collapsed at the major intersections with methane-hydrate deposits."
Within an instant, waves rippled out from the larger epicenters, reaching a height of thirty feet, hitting the coast and flowing into bays and up rivers and far onto land.
Reed's eyes blinked rapidly behind the thick lenses. "Good-bye Boston, New York, Washington, Charleston and Miami.”
"Meth is death," Yaeger said softly. Seeing the puzzled faces of the older men, he explained, "It's an old hippie saying, meant to warn people of the dangers of using methamphetamines to get high."
Reed said, "This is worse than any drug, my friend." Jenkins cleared his throat. "There was something I didn't mention." He told them about the encounter with the huge ship the same day as the Rocky Point tsunami.
"It sounds as if you think the ship had something to do with the landslide and the tsunami," Yaeger said.
Jenkins nodded.
"Were there any markings on it?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact. The ship was registered in Liberia, as a lot of them are, and the name on the hull was Ataman Explorer I. I checked the dictionary. It means the head man of a bunch of Cossacks."
"Ataman? Are you sure?"
"Yes, does the name ring a bell?"
"Possibly. How long are you in Washington, Dr. Jenkins?" Yaeger asked.
"I don't know. As long as I have to be I guess. Why?"
Yaeger rose from his chair. "I've got a couple of people I want you to meet."
27
THE SUNLIGHT STREAMING through the tinted floor-to-ceiling window washed the sharp features of Admiral James Sandecker in a sea-green patina that made , his face look like a bronze bust of Father Neptune. From his office on the top floor of NUMA headquarters, he had an unparalleled view of official Washington. He stood at the window, in thought, his authoritative blue eyes sweeping the city, taking in the White House, the tall spire of the Washington Monument and the dome of the Capitol, as if he were a hawk searching for its prey.
Austin had spent most of the morning filling Sandecker in on the events in the Black Sea. The admiral had been fascinated by the description of the sub pen, and intrigued at the meeting with Petrov and the Odessa Star link to Lord Dodson, whom he had met. Occasionally, he asked a question to clarify or offer a theory of his own. But he listened in stony silence, tugging at his precisely trimmed red Vandyke beard, when Austin told him about the massacre aboard the Sea Hunter. At the end of the grisly narrative, he rose from his desk without a word and walked over to gaze out the window. After a few moments, he turned to Austin and Gunn, who sat in leather chairs in front of the desk, and said, "In all my days as a navy commander, I never lost a ship or its crew.
Damned if I'm about to start now, This son of a bitch and his friend Razov are not going to get away with the massacre of an entire NUMA crew."
The temperature in the room seemed to drop twenty degrees.
Sandecker came over and settled behind his desk. "How is Ms. Montague, the young lady who survived the attack?”
"She's tough," Austin said, "She insisted on staying aboard the ship while the replacement crew brings the Sea Hunter back to port."
"Make sure I see the young lady on her return."
"I'll do that," Austin said, "What's the latest from the CIA?"
Sandecker reached into the humidor on his desk, pulled out a cigar and lit it, "The CIA is barking up the wrong tree, the FBI is skeptical and the armed forces aren't much good unless you point them in the right direction and give them marching orders. The secretary of state doesn't return my phone calls."