Nighthawk (NUMA Files 14)

Kurt tossed the shotgun away as soon as they made eye contact.

Urco stared. “Austin,” he said quietly. “And in far better condition than I was led to believe.”

“Disappointed?” Kurt asked.

“Surprised. Vargas does not often fail at his tasks. Nor does he lie. Not to me. He said you were bleeding out at the bottom of the lake.”

“Don’t be too angry with him,” Kurt replied. “He cut the red dye packet in my vest. Must have thought he’d sliced me deep. An accidental deception. Unlike the one you’ve created for the world. I have to hand it to you, not many people have the guts to manipulate the three most powerful nations on Earth.”

“I took advantage of an opportunity,” Urco said. “Nothing more.”

Kurt shook his head. “It?

??s a little late for false modesty, don’t you think? You pulled the strings. We danced. You wanted the Nighthawk raised and you got us to raise it for you. You needed someone to pluck it out of the air for you and you convinced the Russians to build a pair of hypersonic bombers to catch it for you. When they needed money—cash-strapped as they are—you manipulated the Chinese into partnering up with them. And you did it with nothing but words. Unless I’m mistaken, you have no money, no political power, no weapons, nothing but that brilliant mind of yours.”

Urco was too smart not to see Kurt’s flattery for what it was, but he was also too full of himself not to hang on every word.

“I’ve fought with terrorists, foreign governments and even billionaires with private armies at their beck and call,” Kurt added. “And I honestly doubt that I’ve ever met a more dangerous man. Congratulations, Urco. Or should I call you the Falconer?”

Urco’s chin rose at the sound of the name. Intrigued, his gaze hardened on Kurt. “So you know a thing or two as well. Tell me, where did you hear that name?”

“From the cockpit voice recorder we found in the wreckage of Blackjack 1,” Kurt said. “It survived, even if the pilots didn’t. You were on Blackjack 2; you were the reason the Nighthawk suddenly came back to life again when the Russians thought it had been shut down. And you ignored their pleas to reboot the system with the alpha code. That’s why the camera footage from La Jalca was filmed by someone using their right hand. Because you weren’t there to film it yourself.”

Urco stared at Kurt and then nodded.

“A brilliant scheme,” Kurt continued. “You parceled out just enough information to lead us all along by the nose. The part I couldn’t understand until recently was, why?”

“Avarice affects even the purest of hearts,” Urco responded.

Kurt had him talking. It was now a conversation. That was Kurt’s advantage. He began to walk slowly as he spoke. “Greed is not your game. If it was, you could have contacted any one of the three nations and demanded a huge sum be transferred to a numbered account in return for the Nighthawk’s location. After all, you were the only one who knew where it was. But you didn’t. You teased us all along, brought us all in close. As you said at our dinner the other night, the feast cannot begin until all the guests are present and accounted for. You didn’t sell the mixed-state matter. You gave it away, a portion to each nation that sought it.”

Urco became agitated at Kurt’s accusations. “I was paid in gems.”

“All part of the act,” Kurt said. “A nice touch in your little drama of revenge. But wealth will do nothing for you when the world comes crashing down. I know what you have in mind. I saw the replica fuel cells in the cave. I found your explosives.”

Urco seemed unnerved by the fact that Kurt had uncovered so much. He held the pistol against the containment unit, but his eyes were focused on Kurt.

“What’s the point in hiding the truth?” Kurt said, pressing harder. “This is the end. Either the end of your world or the end of ours. Do you really want to go out pretending you did this for money? That’s the motivation of an industrialist, of a conquistador, of Pizarro and Columbus and every other European who came to the New World. Do you want to throw your lot in with the people who decimated the Inca and Chachapoya?”

“Decimated,” Urco repeated angrily, his voice rose sharply. “The term means to kill one in ten. The Europeans and their filth didn’t leave one in ten alive. Their plagues wiped out ninety-five percent of those who lived here. They raped and enslaved the rest. Polluted our blood with theirs. For three-quarters of a century, we’ve labeled the evil actions of the Nazis and the purges of Stalin with terms like Holocaust and genocide, but they were nothing compared to what happened here!”

Urco’s sudden furor unbalanced him as Kurt had hoped it would.

“No one alive today had anything to do with that,” Kurt said, moving closer.

“It’s still occurring today,” he shouted. “You point to the past as if the murder and dislocation of the innocent happened once and then ended, but it continues even now. Every hour of every day. Not just here or in the Amazon but in Africa, Asia, the outback of Australia and the cold expanses of the Arctic. The last vestiges of the original peoples are threatened by the children of the machine. There is no hope of accommodation. The way industrial people spread like a virus, there will soon be no room left for any other way of life. It has to be stopped. I am the one to stop it. And this is the only way.”

“One bomb for America, one bomb for China, one for someone else and the rest—the vast majority—to make Europe into an inferno as the Russian bomber passes over it. Is that your idea of revenge?”

“Justice.” Urco seethed. “Long delayed. An eye for an eye. One genocide for another.”

“You can’t think you won’t be affected here.”

“We live off the land, as do all the children of the soil. You live off the energy of automation and mechanical power. That reliance on industrialization will be your undoing. Without equipment to do their bidding, the children of the machine will starve; they will die of thirst and of heat and of cold. They will destroy one another fighting over what’s left. The children of the soil will simply return to what they’ve always known.”

Urco went cold and the conversation ended.

Kurt edged closer.