"What's the political situation in China?" Kelly asked. She felt very uneasy in the closed confines of the Cube, so far underground. Everything here178.

represented what she hated, and this intrigue about the mission into China was causing her to teeter on the verge of despair.

"CNN has the best coverage," Quinn said as he turned one of the front screens to the news network. A reporter was standing in front of a modern building in Hong Kong as people hurried in the streets behind him. Ever since Hong Kong had been turned over to the Chinese government it had existed as a strange netherworld between the rest of the world and the government in Beijing. Any news that managed to get out of China came out of the small former colony like this reporter's best guesses as to what was happening on the mainland: "There have been unconfirmed reports that elements of the Twenty-sixth Army have moved into positions around the city of Beijing. Whether these reports are true is not known, nor is it known whether the government will use these troops in an attempt to abort this movement that has been going on for the past week.

''So far things in the capital have been calm, but there are vague reports of fighting in the countryside, especially in the Western Provinces, where ethnic and religious groups have long chafed under the heavy hand of the Chinese government.

''There have even been unconfirmed reports that commandos from the Taiwanese army have been operating on the mainland, helping to foment the unrest.179.

"We have also been informed that we have twelve hours to leave the country or face arrest. Xenophobia is sweeping the Revolutionary Council and China is closing its borders to the outside world."

"This will be our last broadcast as-"

"Nothing from the CIA or NSA?" Kelly asked as Quinn turned the volume down.

"Some troop movements. The Twenty-sixth Army is indeed being moved in near the capitol. The PLA is doing a sh.e.l.l game, moving units away from where they were conscripted and putting them where they'll be more likely to shoot at the locale populace if ordered to do so."

"And the Taiwanese?" Kelly asked.

"According to the CIA the Recce Commandos, part of the Taiwanese special forces, have infiltrated several teams into mainland China to do exactly as the reporter said. And China is closing off from the rest of the world." Quinn looked up from his computer screen. "Do you think this site in China is important?"

"I don't know," Kelly said. "Turcotte and Nabinger did, and obviously whoever is pulling strings from Antarctica thinks it is. I just wonder who is who here and what their motives are."

"Well, whoever this STAAR is, they sure have a lot of power," Quinn noted."We need to keep an eye on things in case Turcotte and the others need help."

Kelly knew that Quinn would give her information, but he would not help her try to stop the mission.

"Already on top of that."180.

"What about the person from STAAR who took over your bouncer?" Kelly asked.

Quinn shrugged. "She seems to be waiting." "For what?" "Your guess is as good as mine."

The duty officer for the 1st Special Operations Squadron (1st SOS), home-based out of Okinawa, looked up as the secure SATCOM terminal machine nestled in the corner hummed with an incoming message. He put down his book and went over to the machine. After five seconds the humming stopped and the message was spit out. The man's eyes widened as he read the message.

CLa.s.sIFIED: TOP SECRET ST-8.

ROUTING: FLASH TO: CDR 1ST SOS/ 1ST SOW/ MSG 01.

FROM: NATIONAL COMMAND AUTHORITY VIA.

CIA.

SUBJ: ALERT/TANGO SIERRA/AUTH CODE:.

ST-8.

REQ: ONE MC-130.

DEST: OSAN AFB/ROK.

TIME: ASAP.

POINT OF CONTACT: CODE NAME ZANDRA, CIA.

END: TBD.

CLa.s.sIFIED: TOP SECRET ST-8.

The duty officer grabbed the phone and punched in the number for the commander's quarters.

"That's Qian-Ling," Nabinger said, tapping a satellite photo that showed a large mountain. He181.

was looking at the satellite and thermal imagery tacked to hastily erected plywood bulletin boards. The others followed him. They had landed at Osan less than ten minutes ago and an Air Force major had immediately escorted them into this hangar, past the armed guards standing next to the door, and then left them alone.

Turcotte peered at it. "Big target area. How do we find Che Lu and get into it?"

They all turned as the door slid slightly open and a figure stepped in. "Fancy meeting you here," Turcotte said as he recognized the tall, slender form.

"Captain Turcotte, Dr. Duncan, we've met," the woman said. She turned to the other person. "Professor Nabinger, my name, as far as you are concerned, is Zandra."

Nabinger raised a bushy eyebrow. "Greek?"

"It's just a code name," Zandra said, a bit taken aback. She gestured around the room. "We have all the information we can gather about Qian-Ling here for your use, including imagery from Aurora."

"What's the plan?" Turcotte asked.

"This is the launch site, and I will be your FOB commander," Zandra began, only to be interrupted by Duncan.

"You are going to have to speak English here. Launch site for who and what is an FOB?"

"An FOB is a forward operating base," Turcotte explained. "In Special Forces it's the headquarters with operational control of deployed elements." He indicated his two comrades. "Are we to be the deployed element?"

Zandra shook her head. "You will have a Spe-182.

cial Forces split A-team accompanying you, Captain. And only you are going."

"Split A-team?" Duncan asked.

"An A-team has twelve men on it," Turcotte said. "A split team is six men, with each specialty: weapons, demolition, medical, and communications; represented by one man, plus a commander and intelligence expert."

"I'm going too." Nabinger stepped forward. Zandra shook her head. "Captain Turcotte can relay back via digital video any information they find in Qian-Ling or get from Professor Che Lu. You're too valuable to-"

"I'm going or you're not getting my a.s.sistance."

Zandra stared at him for a few seconds. "It's the tomb, isn't it? Can't pa.s.s up the opportunity?" She didn't wait for a reply. "Fine. You can go."

"And I'm staying here with you," Duncan said, earning herself a sidelong look from Zandra.

"Where's the split team?" Turcotte asked, feeling more comfortable knowing that he would have six men with him who were part of his Green Beret brotherhood.

"Already isolated next door. They've been planning since they were alerted,"

Zandra said. "They don't know the actual objective, just where you are going and that they are to get you in and out in one piece."

"Does that mean alive?" Nabinger asked.

"That would be beneficial to mission accomplishment," Zandra said without the slightest crack of a smile.

"How are we getting there?" Turcotte asked.

"MC-130. The plane is en route from Oki-183.

nawa," Zandra said. "It's the quickest and safest way in."

Turcotte turned to Nabinger. "Have you ever parachuted?"

Nabinger's eyes got wide. "Wait a second! Parachuting?"

For the first time there was some amus.e.m.e.nt in Zandra's eyes. "You want to see the tomb, you jump. Don't worry, at five hundred feet it's just falling off the back ramp of the plane. The static line will open the chute and then you land."

Turcotte looked at the woman more closely. "This doesn't give us much time.

We'll be going in tonight."

"That should not be a problem. The team has been doing your mission planning for you. They'll be briefing back shortly. You just go for the ride and to discover whatever Airlia artifacts, if any, are in Qian-Ling. You try to make contact with Che Lu and find out what she knows. Then you come home." Zandra turned toward the satellite imagery. "By the way, we believe that Che Lu and her party have been sealed inside the tomb by the PLA, so you can kill two birds with one stone, so to speak."

"Stop," Che Lu ordered, although the command was unnecessary, for once she stopped her slow and careful steps along the tunnel, the students all froze behind her.

"Turn off the light," she ordered, and Ki complied.

They were bathed in blackness. Che Lu blinked, and peered down the tunnel.

"There," she said,184.

pointing. There was the faintest of glows ahead, just the tiniest smudge of something in the inky darkness.

"Come on," she said. Ki turned the light back on and Che Lu held the bamboo pole in front of her, the cloth hanging down to the ground. Slowly they made their way toward the light.

As they got closer, Che Lu could see that it was a small beam of light crossing the tunnel from upper left to lower right. She wondered if it was another one of the killing beams until she got even closer and could tell it was daylight. She felt a lightening of her heart as she stepped up close to the shaft. It came in from a hole in the upper left of the corridor about six inches square. The beam crossed and disappeared into another hole the same size in the lower right.

"What is the purpose of that?" Ki asked as they all gathered around, comforted by the warm ray of sunlight.

Che Lu put her face up to the hole, which she could reach if she stood on her toes. All she could see was a very faint blue square, far up the shaft. She estimated it was about a hundred meters to the outside and no one was going to be crawling up this tunnel. Still, it gave her hope that there might be a larger one farther on.

"It is like the Great Pyramid," she said, a subject she had brushed up on once she had discovered the oracle bones with high rune writing on them. "There are small shafts in it just like this that go from the king's chamber to the surface. They point to specific constellations in the sky." She turned to the lower hole. "The emperor's tomb must lie in that direction," she added.185.

"Was there a back door in the Great Pyramid, where you could get out?" asked Ki, ever the practical one.

"No," Che Lu said. "Only one entrance and that had been sealed up to discourage grave robbers." She sat down on the floor. "We will rest here, then continue on."

"Why don't we simply ask this Oleisa person?" Kelly Reynolds suggested.

"I don't think she's going to talk to us," Quinn said. He stood up. "But it's worth a shot."

Quinn and Reynolds left the Cube and took the elevator up to Hangar 1. As the doors opened, they entered a large room carved out of the rock of Groom Mountain. The hangar was over three quarters of a mile long and a quarter mile wide. Three of the walls, the floor, and roof-one hundred feet above their heads-were rock. The last side was a series of camouflaged sliding doors that opened up onto the runway.

They pa.s.sed by one of the bouncers as they walked. Kelly knew that one could easily imagine how the rumors of flying saucers had started in the fifties if someone had seen a bouncer. The official designation by the scientists for them was MDAC or magnetic drive atmospheric craft. Each was about thirty feet in diameter, wide at the base, then sloping up to small cupola on top.

They were called bouncers because of their unique manner of flight, able to alter course instantly, which had the effect of throwing the occupants around.

Quinn and Reynolds approached the door to186.

the part of the hangar where the bouncer had been isolated. They pounded on it in vain for a couple of minutes, but it didn't open.

"G.o.dd.a.m.n!" Quinn exclaimed.

"Let's take a look at the mothership," Reynolds suggested. They walked back into the main part of the hangar, past the bouncers to a door in the rear.

Inside was an eight-pa.s.senger train on an electric monorail. Quinn stepped into the car, Reynolds at his side, and pressed the controls. It immediately started up and they were whisked along a brightly lit tunnel.

Kelly now knew the history of Area 51, but for over fifty years it had been one of the most closely held secrets in America. For years the primary focus of Majestic-12 had been the bouncers in Hangar One, but it was what was in Hangar Two that had helped decide the location of Area 51 when it was uncovered in the dark years of World War II. The tunnel the train was going through had been bored out years ago to connect Hangar One and Hangar Two.

The train came out of the tunnel and entered the large hole holding the mothership. Kelly knew it had been a cavern, but she'd been outside when Captain Turcotte had fired charges out of sequence trying to stop General Gullick from flying the mothership, tearing the roof down on top of the craft. Getting off the train, she could see that after extensive digging by the Army Corps of Engineers for the past several days, the rubble had been removed, enough to clear the mothership, which had not suffered any obvious damage.

Kelly looked up. The ship was now open to the sky, and the early-morning light filtered over the187.

lip of the hole in the roof onto the glistening black skin. Despite having seen it before, Kelly Reynolds was staggered by the sheer physical size of the mothership: cigar shaped, over a mile long and a quarter mile in width at the center, it was nestled in a large black cradle made of the same black metal that composed the skin of the craft.

There was scaffolding near the front of the ship where an entrance had been opened, allowing access to the inside. With the aid of the rebel guardian computer, Gullick and the others on Majestic-12 had been able to get into the ship and fathom some of the controls, enough that they had even gotten the ship to lift off its cradle a short distance and figure out some of the drive mechanisms.

But that was it, Reynolds knew, as she walked with Quinn along the side of the ship. Majestic had been stopped from flying the ship, and up to the message coming from Mars, what should be done with the ship had been a hot topic of conversation not only at UNAOC, but around the world. Now, as evidenced by the small number of people in the cavern, there were more important things happening.

Kelly stopped walking and looked up at the black wall curving up and over her head. She had a feeling that not long after the Airlia came, someone would be coming here for a visit, because she had an inkling that the mothership might be the real reason Aspasia was coming back to Earth.188.

Chapter 17.

The East Pacific Ridge runs from the underwater Amundsen Plain off the coast of Antarctica, north, to finally rise out of the ocean at Baja, California.

Between those two points the only place the ridge crests the surface of the ocean is Easter Island. North of Easter Island, along the ridge, was the area that the foo fighters controlled by the Guardian I computer had been tracked going into the ocean.

For the past four days the United States Navy had been intensively searching the entire area under a veil of secrecy. The secrecy had been approved by the Pentagon because of the very uncomfortable fact that the foo fighters, despite being only three feet in diameter, obviously were capable of great devastation, as shown by the destruction of the lab at Dulce, New Mexico. UNAOC, and the United States Government, had downplayed the incident and the loss of fourteen security and lab personnel due both to the illegal work that had been going on there and the fact 189.