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Stacy reached out and touched the sheer palisades climbing almost vertically from the sea. "There's no place to dock ships. They must have brought in construction equipment by air."
"How was it possible they built it without our spy satellites detecting the activity?" Weatherhill wondered aloud.
With a smug expression of pride on his face, Penner lifted off a section of the sea that ran from the island to the thick edge of the table. He pointed at a tiny tube running through the gray plaster. "A tunnel,"
he explained. "Suma's engineers constructed a tunnel that begins under the deepest subterranean level of Edo City and travels ten kilometers to the coast, and then another fifty beneath the seafloor to Soseki."
"Score one for Suma," said Pitt. "Our satellites didn't spot any unusual movement because the earth dug from the tunnel was removed along with that excavated during the building of the city."
"A perfect cover," said Giordino, bordering on a pun. He straddled a chair and stared pensively at the scaled model. He sat cool in cutoff jeans and nothing else.
"The longest bore in the world," said Penner, "exceeding the one the Japs built beneath the ocean from Honshu to Hokkaido."
Weatherhill shook his head from side to side in amazement. "An incredible undertaking. A pity the effort wasn't put to a more peaceful purpose."
As a mining engineer, Mancuso could appreciate the enormous problems involved in such a massive project. "Working only from one end, it must have taken a good seven years," he said, highly impressed.
Penner shook his head negatively. "Working around the clock with newly designed boring equipment, Suma's engineers finished the job in four."
"All the more fantastic knowing it was accomplished in total secrecy." Stacy's eyes had never left the model since its unveiling.
Penner now lifted off a section of the island, revealing a miniature labyrinth of passageways and rooms, all spreading like spokes from one large spherical chamber.
"Here we have the interior layout of the facility. The scale may be slightly off, but I did what I could from the rough sketches Jim Hanamura got through to us."
"I think you did a sensational job," said Stacy, admiring Penner's handiwork. "The detail is so precise."
"A lot is pure guesswork, but Kern put a design and engineering team to work and they drafted the dimensions pretty close to what we expect from the original." He paused to pass out a stack of folders to the four MAIT team members in the hut. "Here are the plans of the Edo City end of the tunnel and the control center as expanded and detailed by Kern's people."
Everyone unfolded the drawings and studied the layout of the facility that represented the worst threat the free world had faced since the Cuban missile crisis. No one spoke as they traced the passageways, memorized the labels describing the rooms, and examined the dimensions.
"The center must be a good three hundred meters below the island's surface," observed Mancuso.
"There's no airstrip or dock on the island," Stacy murmured in concentration. "The only entry is by helicopter or from Edo City through the tunnel."
Pitt drank the last of his tequila. "No way in by sea unless the assaulting force were professional mountain climbers. And at that, they'd be picked off by Suma's defense systems like ants crawling up a white wall."
"What are those buildings on the surface?" asked Weatherhill.
"A luxury retreat for Suma's top management. They meet there for business conferences. It also makes an ideal location for secret meetings with politicians, government bureaucrats, and underworld leaders."
"Shimzu's painting showed an island barren of plant life," said Pitt. "Half the island appears covered by trees."
"Planted by Suma's landscape people over the past twenty years," explained Penner.
Mancuso scratched his nose thoughtfully. "What about an elevator between the retreat and the control center?"
Penner shook his head. "Nothing showed on the plans. We can't risk penetration down the shaft if we don't have a location."
"An underground facility of this scope requires outside ventilation."
"Our engineering team believes several of the houses within the resort area are dummy covers for air vents and exhaust ducts."
"We might give that a try." Weatherhill laughed. "I'm good at ducts."
Penner shrugged. "Again, not enough information. It's possible air is pumped in from Edo, and the foul returned and vented along with the city's outflow."
Pitt looked at Penner. "What are the chances Loren and Diaz are held prisoners on the island?"
