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“Where’s the ship now?”
“Here,” Yaeger said, pointing to a position on the map. “Three hundred miles east-southeast of Heard Island. It was holding station for a while, but now it’s heading northeast at what must be flank speed.”
Pitt turned toward the speakerphone. “Paul have you been listening to this conversation?”
“Both of us have,” Paul said. “In fact, Gamay’s hearing seems to have made a rapid improvement. Not to mention both of our spirits.”
“Mine as well,” Pitt said. “But let’s not get carried away. Get everybody back to their stations. Keep that device switched off, and tell the captain to head due west at flank speed. Don’t spare the horses.”
“Should we try to contact them by radio?” Paul asked.
Pitt thought for a second. “No,” he said. “I don’t know what’s going on, but if we do have someone aboard that ship and he had access to a radio, he’d have called by now. Remain on radio silence until we know more. I’ll have more orders for you in a while, but it wouldn’t be a bad idea to start planning a boarding party.”
“Yes, sir,” Paul said. “Gemini out.”
For the first time in days, Pitt felt a surge of positive energy. He looked back at the course line to make sure he hadn’t imagined it.
“Find out what you can about that ship,” he said to Yaeger. “I want to know who owns it, where it’s been, and what it might be doing on the bottom of the world.”
Yaeger nodded. “Should we give this info to the NSA?”
Pitt hesitated and then shook his head. “Let’s make sure we’re not fooling ourselves first.”
THIRTY-FIVE
Heard Island
Janko strode through a dimly lit tunnel several hundred feet below the surface of Heard Island. He traveled alongside a small conveyor belt that ran the length of the tunnel. The belt rumbled along continuously, carrying rock and other material in the opposite direction. At the far end, he came to a large, irregular-shaped room carved out of the rock.
The space was over a hundred feet in diameter and dropped down in sections like terraces. The air was thick with dust and the sound of hammering as two dozen workers toiled in the space under flood lamps. They dug with jackhammers and picks and carried the results of their labor to the conveyor belt in wheelbarrows.
Janko made his way to a burly foreman, who watched over the workers like a prison guard on a chain gang.
“Surprised to see you down here,” the foreman growled over the clamor.
“The yield has dropped,” Janko said angrily. “You’re sending up nothing but rock.”
The foreman shifted his weight, turning his stubble-covered face toward Janko with a sneer.
“I told you this would happen months ago,” he said. “The diamonds in this mountain came up in kimberlite pipes. Brought to the surface by volcanic activity over the eons. The vein doesn’t run horizontal, it runs vertical. We were lucky to find the top portion so rich. But the old man took the lion’s share of that, didn’t he?”
Janko didn’t react.
“Well, anyway,” the foreman continued, “the yield is gonna keep going down until you get me some heavy equipment, preferably the kind that can be used underwater.”
“We tried that,” Janko said. “The ASIO intercepted the shipment.”
“Then you’d better get us more employees,” the foreman said without emotion.
Janko glanced around. Once, they’d had over a hundred workers, men and women captured or lured in by offers of big contracts. But the work was harsh, and accidents were common. Over the last year, half the crew had been killed, most in accidents, a few in escape attempts, a few others tortured and killed as examples to show the rest that working was better than rebelling.
An intercom box buzzed on the wall. Janko picked up the heavy receiver and was surprised to hear Thero’s voice.
“We have a problem,” Thero said.
“What kind of problem?”
“We’re no longer alone on our deserted island.”
