Sandecker looked at Brogan. "Sounds like Sam Emmett has a mole in his FBI records department."
Brogan smiled sarcastically. "Sam won't be happy to learn of it."
"We could write a book on Velikov's exploits," said a heavy man facing Pitt. "At a later time I'd like you to give me a profile of his mannerisms."
"Glad to," said Pitt.
"And this is the interrogator with the heavy hand, Foss Gly?"
Pitt nodded at the second photograph. "He's a good ten years older than the face in the picture, but that's him."
"An American mercenary, born in Arizona," said the analyst. "You say you two met before?"
"Yes, during the Empress of Ireland project in search of the North American Treaty. I think you may recall it."
Brogan nodded. "Indeed I do."
"Getting back to the layout of the installation," said the woman. "Levels of the compound?"
"According to the elevator indicator, five, all underground."
"Idea as to extent?"
"All I saw was my cell, the hallway, Velikov's office, and a motor pool. Oh, yes, and the entry to the upper living quarters, which was decorated like a Spanish castle."
"Wall thickness?"
"About two feet."
"Quality of construction?"
"Good. No leakage or noticeable cracking of the concrete."
"Type of vehicles in the motor pool?"
"Two military trucks. The rest construction-- a bulldozer, a back hoe, and a cherry picker."
The woman looked up from her notes. "Excuse me. The last one?" "Cherry picker," Pitt explained. "A special truck with a telescoping platform to work at heights. You see them used by tree trimmers and telephone linemen."
"Approximate dimensions of the antenna dish?"
"Difficult to measure in the dark. Approximately three hundred yards long by two hundred yards wide.
It lifts into position by hydraulic arms camouflaged as palm trees."
"Solid or grid?"
"Grid."
"Circuitry, junction boxes, relays?"
"Didn't see any, which doesn't mean they weren't there."
Brogan had followed the questions without intruding. Now he held up a hand and stared at a studious-looking man seated halfway down the table. "What do you make of it, Charlie?"
"Not enough technical detail to pinpoint an exact purpose. But there are three possibilities. One is that it's a listening station capable of intercepting telephone, radio, and radar signals across the United States.
Two, a powerful jamming facility, just sitting there waiting for a crucial moment, like a nuclear first strike when it is suddenly activated, scrambling all our vital military and commercial communications. The third prospect is that it might have the capability to transmit and feed false information throughout our communications systems. Most worrisome, the size and elaborate antenna design suggests the ability to perform the functions of all three."