CROSSFIRE - Atlantis DSV - New Cape Quest
CROSSFIRE - Atlantis DSV - New Cape Quest
CROSSFIRE - Atlantis DSV - New Cape Quest
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to how this action can contribute in any meaningful way to the recapture of Pearl Harbor. If<br />
you were in my position... what would you do?”<br />
Admiral Ainsley allowed an inward, half-smile. There wasn‟t a day that went by where<br />
Ainsley didn‟t recall vividly the destruction of the <strong>Atlantis</strong>, and Banick knew it. “You already<br />
know what I‟d do,” Ainsley countered firmly. “I followed my orders, irrespective of the cost.”<br />
“Even though you knew full-well what those orders might mean for your command?”<br />
Ainsley turned, and stared through the dark viewports at the black ocean beyond. All<br />
he saw, though, was his own reflection in the glass. “Twenty four hours,” Ainsley sighed.<br />
“That‟s all I want.”<br />
“And if we haven‟t found anything by then, you‟ll return to the mission?”<br />
Ainsley rounded on the Captain, restraining himself only at the last second as he<br />
raised an accusing finger, and then stopped. “...We haven‟t left the mission,” he said with<br />
acid. “Even I have my orders, Banick. Try not to forget that.”<br />
“We‟re out here chasing rumours and shadows,” Banick snapped back. “You have<br />
absolutely no way of knowing that message you got wasn‟t a trap. For all we know, that‟s<br />
exactly how we lost the Aquarius.”<br />
Ainsley snapped. “I want answers!” he spat, his voice shouting through the darkness<br />
and silence to make the Captain step back. “Aquarius, <strong>Atlantis</strong>, sea<strong>Quest</strong> – all of them gone<br />
and not one of them for a single explanation that makes any sense, or has given me a single<br />
reason to sleep better at night. We were used, and now whoever did those things is using us<br />
again. I want them, Banick. And by the time I‟m done, I will have their hide nailed to my wall!”<br />
Ainsley‟s fist slammed in to the desk hard, making the china set on the side rattle<br />
noisily, a teacup sliding off the table and smashing across the floor. Banick‟s eyes glanced at<br />
it for a moment, and then locked back with the Admiral – the man‟s grey eyes cutting a hole<br />
through him with a look he‟d only seen a few, dark times. “Do you really think that now, after<br />
so long, we‟re any closer to knowing the truth than we were when we started?”<br />
“We have to be,” the Admiral rasped - his knuckles cracking as he squeezed his fist<br />
closed. “Get us to Macaw, Captain. Best possible speed.”<br />
~<br />
T H E G I R L A T T H E E N D O F T H E W O R L D : III<br />
One hundred miles off the west coast of Africa, August 9 th , 2030...<br />
Anne Ballard stared at the computer monitor, trying to force her eyes to focus. It had<br />
been three days since she last slept, her mind still a swimming mess of disjointed thoughts,<br />
concepts and realizations that made her ache. The results of the last test were impossible to<br />
read any other way – the last introduction of the catalyst had caused a cascading decay of<br />
neurological functions in 95% of subjects.<br />
...Including Subject One.<br />
It had taken forty six hours of constant genetic chemical analysis to find a solution to<br />
that problem, but the possibility existed that it may well exacerbate the issue. The mapping<br />
of the human genome was well known, but the strain of DNA used in the catalyst was still a<br />
complete mystery. The compartmentalization of the project team meant that not one person<br />
knew everything there was about the engineered properties of the strain, and she was<br />
beginning to doubt if there was anyone who knew anything at all.<br />
The possibility existed in her mind that the strain hadn‟t been engineered at all, but<br />
Thecus van der Weer had since disappeared – taking all of his notes with him. If anyone<br />
knew, it would have been him.<br />
This brought Ballard back to her original hypothesis, and a gamble that would either<br />
advance the project well beyond its expected outcome, or leave everything in ruin. The<br />
decay in the genome brought about by the catalyst‟s introduction was a result of the strain‟s<br />
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