Chimera

CHAPTER 19

Phuket Military Hospital

Prethat, Bulatt and Interpol Officer Pete Younger are sitting in the visitors waiting room of the Phuket Military Hospital. They all rise when Achara emerges from the intensive care ward with a strained look on her face.

“They say my father is doing as well as can be expected. The second surgery drained his strength, but his prognosis for recovery is good.”

“That’s wonderful news,” Bulatt said, smiling.

“Yes, I hope so.”

“Achara,” Bulatt went on, “this is Pete Younger, the friend I told you about.”

Achara turned and took Younger’s extended hand in both of hers.

“Yes, Khun Ged’s New Zealand Interpol friend who will help us find my brother’s killers. I am so pleased to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine, Khun Achara,” Younger responded warmly. “Interpol has many resources for finding people, and I promise you that Ged and I will use them all.”

“But before you do that,” Prethat interrupted, “we must talk. There is a conference room on this floor that we can use.”

A few minutes later, the four investigators were sitting in stuffed chairs around a small table in a corner of the large conference room.

“I regret to inform you,” Prethat began, “that as the acting commander of our Wildlife Ranger Force, I am unable to remain a part of this investigation.”

“We understand, Major,” Bulatt acknowledged. “There will be many things requiring your attention while Colonel Kulawnit recovers.”

“That is sadly true, but I wish to remain aware of your progress. There may be ways I help, and it would please me greatly to do so.”

“You will receive a daily report,” Bulatt promised.

“That won’t be necessary. To keep Captain Kulawnit from taking an improper role in this case, I would like to assign her to your Interpol team. Is that acceptable?”

Bulatt blinked in surprise, then looked over at Achara and saw her nodding in smiling satisfaction.

“Very acceptable, Major.”

“Yes, welcome to the team, such as we are, Khun Achara,” Younger added with a cheerful smile.

“In that case,” Prethat said as he began handing out reports, “here is everything we know about the men who shot and killed our Rangers so far.

Bulatt, Younger and Achara started skimming through the reports. At the third page, Bulatt's head snapped up.

“You got a registration number for a Gulfstream-four that left Phuket Airport very early that morning?”

Prethat nodded. “Yes, but it’s registered to a charter company based in Bangkok, and not in the US as we had hoped.

“But why would a wealthy and presumably smart man use a US registered plane on an illegal hunt if he’s trying to remain covert?”

“Exactly,” Younger agreed. “Much better to return home from a larger nearby airport. If cost didn’t matter, I’d pick Singapore.

“Where his own plane might have been waiting for him, if we’re lucky,” Achara added.

Prethat nodded approvingly at the interplay of the newly-assembled Interpol team.

“Maybe we should visit this company and see what they can tell us about people who charter expensive planes for short trips at late hours?” Bulatt suggested.

“An excellent idea,” Prethat said. “And since I am going to Bangkok also, I will be happy to join you as my final part in your investigation.”

“You don't think we can convince these blokes to cooperate, Major? We do have our clever little ways,” Younger added with a smile.

“Yes, Colonel Kulawnit has often described how his Interpol friends gain cooperation from suspects,” Prethat replied. “I believe the term is verbal judo.

The Thai Major was smiling also, but his eyes were deadly cold.

“Just think of me as Plan B.”

The break room of the Draganov Research Center

Shaken by the inexplicable behavior of Borya, Draganov and Tsarovich locked themselves in the clinic’s small break room, and have been drinking vodka and arguing passionately for the past hour.

“This is wrong, Sergei Arturovich,” Tsarovich insisted, throwing up his hands in frustration. “We cannot accelerate the Clouded Leopard program until we know what happened to Tanya, and why.”

“The nano-probes are so tiny, a few could have escaped containment,

Draganov argued. “And remember, no one in the Clinic has been infected, only Tanya.”

“And possibly Borya also — both are in daily contact with the animals, and exposed to urine and feces.”

“But we know the probes break down as they pass through a liver,” Draganov reminded. “How many tests did we run? Hundreds, and not one intact probe detected. So it can't be an excretion issue. It must be something else.”

“But what?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps we’ll know more once we expose Tanya to the first of the reversal probes.”

“When will you have it ready?”

“Not by tonight. There are so many switches that must be reversed in the right order, and I must work first on the next Cloud.”

A pained expression filled Tsarovich’s face.

“But — ”

“We have no choice,” Draganov said, shaking his head firmly. “Emerson is a very dangerous man. I have seen him hurt people, and I’m now convinced that and his men are responsible for my brother’s disappearance.”

“So, just one more enlarged Cloud. Is that all he wants?”

Draganov stared down at the floor for a long moment, and then looked back up at Tsarovich.

“No, that is not all. He also wants one of the little ones, Baba — the oldest.”

“For what, a petting zoo?”

“No, for the hunt he plans… soon, perhaps in a few days.”

“No,” Tsarovich shook his head in disbelief, “he cannot possibly want that now. Baba is much too young to be hunted.”

“I know, but Emerson insists. I sent him photos, but he says Baba now looks enough like an adult and that’s all he cares about.”

“Does Borya know of this?”

Draganov’s eyes widened in horror.

“No, he doesn’t, and he must not know until after Baba is gone. Can you imagine how he would react?”

“Badly. Very badly.

“Yes, exactly, so say nothing to anyone. It’s late and I must get to work.”

As the two men get up and leave the small break room, they fail to notice the glowing light on the intercom indicating that someone has been listening.

Tanya’s room

As Tanya continues to stare at the intercom on her lamp table in horror, the little Cloud kitten begins to lick her face happily, his eyes glowing a bright emerald green.