"And there's six more? That's a tremendous reserve potential."
"At least six more. I haven't digested all the reports yet, but it is mind-boggling. Taking a stone's throw from the image, there might be two billion barrels potentially sitting in that one trap alone. Add in the others and you could have over ten billion barrels. And that's just for one field. No telling how much is in the entire region."
"Incredible. Where is the field located?"
"That's the hitch. Someone has carefully removed all geographic references from the data. I can only tell that it is subterranean, and that the surface topography is flat with a predominant sandstone base."
"You mean we might be looking at the next North Sea oil fields and you don't know where they are located?"
"I haven't a clue."
• • • •
Sarghov laughed between sips from a cup of tea, his big belly jiggling with each guffaw. "Charging through the night on a forklift, toting an Avarga security guard through the air," he chuckled. "You Americans always have such a flair for dramatics."
"It wasn't the understated exit I would have preferred," Pitt replied from across the cafe table, "but Al insisted we ride, not walk."
"And we still nearly missed last call." Giordino smirked before sipping his morning coffee.
"I'm sure management is scratching their heads, wondering why a pair of Westerners were waltzing around their facility. A shame you didn't find any evidence that our oil survey friends had been there."
"No, the only item of interest was the tunnel-boring machine. And it was concealed under a canvas tarp similar to the object that was removed from the freighter at Baikal."
"It is possible the machine was stolen and brought into the country surreptitiously. Mongolia does not have easy access to high technology. Perhaps the company does not want the government to be aware of its technological equipment."
"Yes, that could be true," Pitt replied. "I would still like to know what it was that they hauled away from Baikal under wraps."
"Alexander, have there been any developments in the abduction investigation?" Giordino asked before biting into a buttered roll.
Sarghov looked up to see Corsov enter the busy cafe situated across from Sukhbaatar Square. "I shall let our local expert address that question," he said, standing and greeting his embassy friend. Corsov smiled his toothy grin and pulled a chair up to the table.
"I trust everyone had a comfortable night?" he said to Pitt and Giordino.
"Just until the vodka wore off," Pitt grinned, cognizant that Giordino was nursing a mild hangover.
"Ivan, we were just discussing the investigation. Has there been any news on the official front?" Sarghov asked.
"Nyet," Corsov said, his jovial face turning solemn. "The National Police have still not been assigned the case. The investigative request is being held up in the Justice Ministry. My apologies, I misspoke when I said that Avarga Oil has no influence within the government. It is clear that a bribe is in effect at some level."
"Every hour might count for Theresa and the others," Giordino said.
"Our embassy is doing everything they can through official channels. And I am, of course, pursuing leads through unofficial means. Do not worry, my friend, we will find them."
Sarghov drained the rest of his tea and set down the empty cup. "I'm afraid there is little more that we can ask of Ivan. The Mongol authorities often work on their own time frame. They will ultimately respond to the continued inquisitions from our embassy, despite whatever bribes are impeding the investigation. It may be best if we step back and wait for the bureaucratic hurdles to be cleared before any further action. As it is, I must return to Irkutsk to file a report on the damage to the Vereshchagin. I have gone ahead and booked airline tickets for the three of us this afternoon."
Pitt and Giordino looked knowingly at Corsov, then turned to Sarghov.
"Actually, we have already made alternate travel plans, Alexander," Pitt said.
"You are returning directly to the United States? I thought perhaps you would return to Siberia and collect your comrade Rudi first."
"No, we're not going to the United States, or Siberia, just yet."
"I don't understand. Where is your intended destination?"
Pitt's green eyes glimmered as he said, "A mystical place called Xanadu."
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