Conspiracy Game

CHAPTER 6

Twelve hours earlier…

The Special Forces GhostWalker team gathered together in the California home of Lily Whitney-Miller, daughter of Dr. Peter Whitney. They grouped together in the war room, where they met regularly, knowing the room was impossible to bug.

“Do we know if he’s still alive?” Kadan Montegue asked as he spread the aerial maps of the Republic of the Congo across the table.

“If there’s one person who has a chance of escaping the rebel camp and making it out of the jungle alive, it’s Jack Norton,” Nicolas Trevane replied.

“General Ekabela is the most bloodthirsty of all the rebels in the region,” Captain Ryland Miller added with a small sigh. “The general’s troops are mostly veterans in combat. Most of his men were in the military before everything went to hell there.”

“It seems to me, as long as I can remember, it’s always been hell in the Congo,” Nicolas said. “Ekabela had done more damage to that region, destroying entire villages and towns, committing genocide, but he’s as elusive as hell and well funded.”

“He controls the marijuana traffic and has major backing by someone here in the U.S. None of his prisoners have ever lasted more than a couple of days. He’s particularly ruthless when it comes to torture. Ken Norton was in bad shape and they’d only had him about ten hours. Ken’s still in the hospital,” Ryland pointed out. “They nearly skinned him alive, not to mention sliced his body into tiny pieces. If Ekabela has Jack, he has only a few hours to escape before they do worse to him.”

Kadan tapped his finger on the map. “Ekabela is on the move. He isn’t going to take any chances with Jack. What the hell was that senator thinking, flying over the Congo in the no-fly zone? And what was some hotshot military scientist doing in a region as hot as the Congo?”

“That’s just the thing,” Dr. Lily Whitney-Miller said. She stepped out of the corner where she’d been observing the GhostWalker team as they met together for the briefing. “The small jet that was shot down in the Congo is the same plane that landed at the airport outside of New Orleans when Dahlia’s home was attacked.”

“What’s even more interesting,” Ryland said, “is that Ekabela didn’t kill the pilot or the scientific team. And when Ken Norton’s squad went into the Congo to rescue the senator, Ekabela was waiting for him.”

Kadan held up his hand. “You think Ekabela was tipped off that the GhostWalker team was conducting a rescue? How would that be possible?”

Ryland nodded. “I’m sure of it. Ken was able to get the senator, the research team, and the pilot out. Why would Ekabela keep the pilot alive? He wasn’t worth anything at all.”

“Of more significance,” Lily added, “the plane went down with supposed engine trouble, yet no one was injured, and Ekabela didn’t have the pilot and research team tortured and killed as he normally does with anyone not of monetary or political use to him. The rebels were waiting to ambush the rescue team. Even with that, the GhostWalkers were able to pull out the senator, and everyone else, although in the process, Ken Norton was captured. Ekabela didn’t waste any time torturing Ken.”

“Even of more significance is the fact that the rebels went for Ken-singled him out. That’s how he was cut off,” Logan Maxwell added. He was the only member of the SEAL GhostWalker squad present. Ken and Jack Norton were both members of his team. “They were waiting for him. I was there. They could have fought to keep their prisoners, but they were more interested in acquiring Ken.”

“Specifically Ken? Not just any GhostWalker?” Lily asked.

“Specifically Ken,” Logan reiterated. There was sudden silence in the briefing room. Members of the GhostWalker team sank into chairs around the table. “Who could have tipped Ekabela off?”

“I don’t know how much you know about Dr. Whitney’s original experiment, when he first began to use human subjects for physical and psychic enhancement,” Lily said to Logan.

“Jesse informed us, ma’am,” Logan Maxwell admitted. “We know he took orphans from overseas, all girls, and enhanced them first. After perfecting his technique, he enhanced the first team.” He gestured around the room to encompass the men and women. “And then ours.”

“Everyone, including me, believed my father, Dr. Whitney, was murdered. We no longer are certain that’s true. We suspect not only that he is alive, but that he has enhanced his own personal army and is conducting experiments with the sanction of someone in the military and someone very high up in the government. We believe there is a conspiracy to engineer the perfect human weapons and that conspiracy involves my father, perhaps the senator you rescued, and definitely members of the military and/or other covert government agencies.”

Logan looked around him. “This place is a fortress. How could Whitney, or anyone else, get ahold of your plans? Or our plans, for that matter. It was my team that came up with the plan to rescue first the senator and, then again, Ken Norton. They were waiting for us when we went in after Ken. Jack provided covering fire, took a hit, and went down. He signaled us to get out of there, and frankly, if we hadn’t, we’d all be dead. Ekabela wasn’t playing games; he wanted us dead. And they wanted Jack. We’ve tried twice to rescue him or recover his body, but they’re moving camps so fast our information is always hours late. General Ekabela definitely tried to kill all of us, and he’s had traps in every camp we’ve hit. Fortunately we’ve managed to avoid them.”

“Which just reinforces the idea that Ekabela should have killed everyone but the senator. So why didn’t he?” Ryland asked.

“We’ve known all along that all of the computers we use here at the house and at the Donovans Corporation belonged to my father. Most of the software programs were either written or modified by him. The datastores use a proprietary, encrypted format. There’s no way to even access data except by using the program he wrote-although the raw data could be manually transferred from his programs to another by pulling it up on the terminal and transcribing it into another terminal… but that wouldn’t get you whatever evaluation formulas were written into his software codes. Obviously if he were alive, and had planned to disappear but wanted to see what we were doing, he would have left himself a back door to monitor the computers. There are fifteen computers here in this house, counting mine, the ones in the lab, and the ones in his office, as well as his personal one in his room. There are over a hundred at the Donovans Corporation, where both of us worked. Dad was the majority shareholder and now Whitney Trust is.”

“And you need his data so you can’t very well wipe everything clean, can you?” Logan asked.

“Exactly.” Lily tapped the end of her pencil on the tabletop. “If someone could access our computers, they would know every move we make. And they could certainly make educated guesses based on data collected on any given move we make.” She glanced at the woman sitting quietly in the back of the room. “Flame brought it to our attention and we all owe her a lot. We’ve been working on the natural assumption that my father planted back doors in the software programs. We assumed he used the main Internet connection.”

Ian McGillicuddy, a tall Irishman, raised his hand. “I’m not very good on a computer, Lily.”

She smiled at him. “Actually, Ian, don’t feel alone. I use them on a daily basis, and it was Arly, our security expert, and eventually Flame who tracked this down. Flame? You want to explain to everyone what’s going on? You’re the one who finally figured it all out.”

Flame made a face and touched the cap on her head to make certain it was in place. Raoul Fontenot leaned over to bite her ear and whisper something that made her blush. She smacked him hard. “You’re such a perv, Raoul.”

“Don’t call me Raoul, Mrs. Fontenot,” he whispered overly loud. “I told you, Gator. They have to call me Gator.”

“Don’t you call me Mrs. Fontenot,” she hissed between her teeth, the color creeping up her neck.

“You married him,” Ian pointed out with a wide grin.

“I was tricked.” Flame shoved at Gator to move him away from her, but he didn’t appear to notice, not budging an inch.

“The computers,” Ryland reminded them.

“Sorry,” Flame muttered. “There’s a single Internet line coming into the house, a high-speed cable modem. The cable line hooks up to the cable modem. The modem, in turn, hooks to a router, which then distributes the cable signal to all computers. In this case, Dr. Whitney used a high-end snazzy, heavy-duty router because he has so many computers. We presumed Whitney,” she glanced at Lily, “or someone who knew about his work, tried to get access to his computers via the Internet connection, through the router. The router has a built-in firewall, as do each of the individual computers. We used the firewall software to monitor any attempted intrusions. There were random attempts here and there that you can expect to find on any computer these days. The attempts were easily rejected by the firewall and didn’t have the kind of systematic pattern I would have expected to see if someone was trying to get in.”

“Arly and Flame monitored the computers for several days with no luck at all of spotting evidence of my father attempting to break in,” Lily explained.

Flame nodded. “We kept daily logs on each computer.” She took the notebook Lily slid to her and opened it to a random page. “Here’s the event log for the last week. There were several random attacks from different IPs on UDP port 25601, like this one on Thursday at 10:39:17 A.M. from IP address 152.105.92.65. Or this one on Friday at 5:23:58 A.M. from IP address 59.68.234.64. They were all caught and stopped by the firewall and were all probably SeriousSam gamers looking for playmates-you can tell the game by the port they were trying to enter through.”

Ian scratched his head. “Sheesh, Flame, and I thought Lily couldn’t speak English.”

She smirked at him. “And you thought I was just a pretty face.”

“I thought you were a pain in the ass,” he said. “Now I know you are. You’re going to be holding this over my head, aren’t you?”

“Darn straight.” Flame tossed the log on the table. “At a certain point we realized someone was reading the key files on Lily’s computers. We found that out by noticing that the last accessed date on several files was very recent.”

“Wait.” Ian held up his hand. “I’m really trying to follow this. How can you know when someone accessed a file?”

“Every Windows file has three associated time stamps. Creation date, last modified date, and last accessed date. You can access or read a file without modifying it, hence the distinction between last accessed and last modified.”

“Okay, that makes sense,” Ian said. “Did you catch him?”

“I wish. We ramped up our monitoring of the firewalls, but we couldn’t link any of the random attempts to the reading of the files. We looked in all the usual places someone could insert a back door into the Windows operating system, but couldn’t find any evidence of any such back door. We were completely stumped.”

Lily laughed softly. “Arly and I were stumped. Flame suddenly jumped up and yelled, ‘Hardware back door.’ I had no idea what that meant, Ian, if that’s any consolation.”

Flame shrugged. “It was so obvious. We forgot the most obvious advantage Dr. Whitney had over other hackers. These are his computers. He could do anything he wanted with them. Unlike the usual hacker, he doesn’t have to sneak a virus, worm, or Trojan through the firewalls. Unlike software manufacturers, he doesn’t have to sell someone software with a back door in it. No, he has complete control over his own computers. He could literally drill a hole in the side of his computer and run a cable into it creating a private tap. All that time we wasted looking for a software back door when it had to be a hardware back door.”

“Then she went a little crazy,” Lily explained.

“A lot crazy. I just knew I was right, and for once we were going to have the opportunity to the turn the tables on Whitney,” Flame admitted.

“She was crawling around all the computers in the laboratory, picking up wires and following the network of cables from one computer to another. Then she held up the router and started yelling, ‘Look at this, look at this.’ I had no idea what I was supposed to be looking at.”

Flame grinned at her. “It had one too many wires coming out of the box. I knew we had him by the-” She broke off. “I knew we had him. The file protection system on these computers is set up on the local area network, or LAN, to be able to access the files on any other computer-and why not? They’re all the doctor’s computers-it would only be the doctor working on one computer and accessing another. We’d been looking for an intrusion from outside via the Internet. All the firewalls are protecting us from outside intrusions. Dr. Whitney is getting in by masquerading as an insider, as another computer on his own LAN. One of the lines was bogus, and I knew it would take us to the doctor. I traced the line straight to a wall.”

“This is where we get a little technical,” Lily said.

“Not too,” Flame assured Ian. “We discovered the network cable is hooked via a CSU/DSU box into what we realized is a leased T3 line. And before you ask, a CSU/DSU box is a channel service unit/data service unit or digital service unit box, and that’s what identifies the fact that it is a leased line. This is a superfast dedicated connection across the phone lines. The DSU connects to the LAN inside the house and the CSU connects to the lease line.”

Ian frowned and glanced around the room. “I don’t get this. The line goes through the wall and goes to a leased line? He rents a line?”

“A leased line is actually composed of three parts,” Flame explained. “Two local loops and a long haul. The first local loop runs from this house to the nearest POP, which basically is point of presence of the long distance carrier or carriers. There has to be a similar local loop running from wherever the doctor is currently to the POP nearest him. The long distance carriers, one or more, use the normal phone lines to connect the two local loops. The fact that two local loops are completely private, plus special equipment on the hardware/software long haul, guarantees the entire connection is private.”

“So he has to be in the country,” Ian said.

“Not necessarily,” Flame replied.

“There have to be records of who leased the line,” Kadan pointed out.

“Of course. Dahlia broke in and looked for us. It wasn’t very shocking to discover that an import company in Oregon, one owning a private jet by the way, a jet able to land in restricted military space all over the world, leased that line,” Lily said. “Shockingly enough, the man who signed for the purchase of the private jet also signed for the purchase of the one that went down in the Congo. That man doesn’t have a Social Security number or birth certificate that we could find.”

There was a small silence. “It is Dr. Whitney, isn’t it?” Ian asked. “He’s alive then.”

“We don’t know. Certainly if it isn’t him, it’s someone he worked closely with who was privy to all of his experiments,” Ryland said.

Lily cleared her throat. “No matter who my father was working with-or for-he would never have shared all of his information. He has to be alive. In my opinion, he’s alive and he’s continuing with his experiments.” She pressed her hands protectively to her stomach. “He’s out there, and he’s watching us.”

Ryland put his arms around her, leaning to nuzzle the top of her head. “But aren’t we watching him now?”

Flame nodded. “He isn’t going to be able to get to you, Lily. Not you and certainly not the baby.”

There was a murmur of agreement through the room and Lily relaxed visibly.

“How are you watching him?” Ian asked.

“I hoped I could access his computer as easily as he was accessing ours. I actually identified all of our computers and isolated his, so I knew I had the right one, but he had disallowed access.” Flame smiled. “So I changed tactics. I knew he was accessing certain files on a regular basis. He follows all of Lily’s findings and wants to see her updated reports on each of us.” She smirked. “He was particularly interested in my file.”

“What a shocker, cher,” Gator murmured. “I’m interested in it too.” His hand swept down her arm, his fingers tangling with hers.

Flame relaxed, leaning back against Gator. “I created a little surprise of my own for Dr. Whitney. I created a Trojan and embedded it in one of the regularly viewed files. First I had Lily update my file in order to entice him to take a long look at it.”

“What does that do? How’d you do it?” Ian asked.

Flame shrugged. “I assumed he was using Windows XP because all the computers here are XP. So I programmed the Trojan to do one thing. It goes into the controls for Remote Desktop on his computer and adjusts the settings that allow users to connect remotely to this computer across a LAN. Of course, we had to wait for the doctor to read the file embedded with the Trojan so he could unwittingly activate the program for us, but with Lily updating, he took the bait.”

“That’s amazing, Flame. You can actually read his computer files?” Ian asked.

Flame nodded. “It’s so perfect. If he weren’t masquerading as another computer on our LAN, we couldn’t turn around and return the favor by using Remote Desktop control, which is only possible for other computers on a LAN. But now we’ve activated the Remote Desktop setting on the doctor’s computer, we have access to his computer as if it were our own.”

“So what is he up to?”

Flame nodded toward Lily. “She can explain it better than I can.”

Kadan held up his hand. “First of all, by reading the files, is there any way to positively identify who is spying on us?”

Lily shook her head. “We can’t see who is creating files, but certainly I recognize my father’s type of notes. He likes to put everything into numbers, a kind of code, and definitely there are many files filled with numbers. In order to read the data, I have to break the code. It’s rarely the same in each file.”

Kadan glanced at Ryland. “Someone very high up in the government has to be helping him. How sanctioned can Whitney be?”

There was a small silence, no one wanting to mention the inevitable suspicion. They were under the direct command of one man, General Ranier.

Lily shook her head. “I know what you’re all thinking. General Ranier has been a close friend of my family for years, but he can’t be involved.”

“Why not?” Logan asked.

Lily ducked her head. “Because if one more person I love is living a lie and betraying us, I don’t think I could live through it.”

Ryland swept his arms around her and pulled her up against his body. “We’ve got Dahlia back and now Flame. We’ll find the rest of the girls and we’ll have our own family, Lily. No matter what happens, you have us.”

“I’m scared, Rye,” she admitted. “I’m really scared this time.”

“We’re not going to jump to any conclusions about General Ranier, Lily,” Kadan assured her. “And, Logan, you’ve got your own worries with the admiral who runs your unit. If we have a line into Peter Whitney’s computer, we might get lucky and come across an indication if either the general or the admiral is in any way associated with the doctor. In the meantime, we’d all better be very careful when our orders come down.”

“To call me here, you must have found something on Jack or one of my other team members,” Logan said.

Lily took a deep breath and nodded. “For purposes of simplicity, we’re going to refer to whoever is behind this as Dr. Whitney. Most of us believe he’s alive and pulling all the strings. Dr. Whitney appears to be trying to bring the women he first experimented on together with the men he later worked on. We believe he’s doing so as part of a much larger plan. Each of the women so far has been both psychically compatible and sexually attracted to one of the men. The couples work well together as a single weapon. As a team, they’re fully functional in a combat situation as well as being able to live and function in the world, which they cannot always do alone. Dahlia, if you recall, could not be out of the sanitarium for any length of time, but with Nico, she’s able to live a seminormal life.”

“So far, that part doesn’t sound half-bad,” Logan said with a faint smile.

“There are a few perks to the job,” Gator said, waggling his eyebrows at Flame.

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t have a clue how I got into this.” She flashed a small smile at Logan. “Raoul is right, there are definite perks.”

“So the doctor wants the men to hook up with the women,” Logan said. “What’s the big deal?”

Lily frowned. “He made us all into weapons. Together, as a couple, we seem to be far more powerful, complementing or even amplifying the enhancements. Where before, a team could be sent in and the odds of success went up tenfold, imagine how much better if only two people could be sent in to clean up a mess, especially if the couple were as powerful as, or more so than, an entire team.”

Logan switched his gaze to Gator and Flame Fontenot and Nicolas and Dahlia Trevane. “Do you think it’s true? The two of you could handle a mission without the entire team and do just as well?”

The couples looked at one another, then nodded. “There’s no doubt, Logan, depending on what needed to be done,” Gator answered. “Flame and I manipulate sound, and without using Kadan-or someone else-as a shield to stop the corridor, it would get tricky, but we could definitely get the job done. Our abilities are amplified when we’re together. Both Flame and I are physically enhanced as well as psychically.”

“We are too,” Dahlia said, taking Nico’s hand. “And like Gator and Flame, we work very well together.”

Logan sighed. “This physical enhancement you’ve all mentioned… ”

“And you know perfectly well your entire team is enhanced,” Lily broke in.

Logan ran his finger around the collar of his shirt. “It’s just gene doping. Inserting our own DNA into our cells to pump them up, right?”

“That would be what most doctors are doing these days, but Dr. Whitney took it a step further,” Ryland said. “He developed a chromosome in order to insert DNA and enhance the entire body both physically as well as psychically.”

“Now I’m not understanding,” Logan admitted, frowning.

Lily tapped her pencil on the table again, the only sign that her earlier nervousness remained. “Actually, chromosomes come in pairs. Technically, he developed an extra pair of chromosomes. And that gave him eighty thousand extra genes to play with, which can encode a lot of capability. Whatever psychic attributes you already have, the experiments increased, but more were added when he inserted the extra chromosome for physical enhancement. For instance: there is a huge evolutionary distance between man and mosquito, but in spite of that, at a molecular level, both are equipped with the same chemosensory system.”

Logan whistled softly. “Whoa there. That’s a darned big jump from computers to chromosomes and mosquitoes. I’m guessing there’s a reason for that.”

“I found a file on Dr. Whitney’s computer relating to Jack Norton and one of the women he first experimented on. Apparently Jack and Ken Norton had, prior to undergoing physical and psychic enhancement, tremendous talent already in both areas. Both have extensive military training and are highly skilled.”

“They’re legendary as snipers,” Nicolas volunteered.

“Apparently Dr. Whitney believes so as well. He has been attempting for some time to manipulate Jack Norton into meeting a woman named Briony Jenkins. I want you to note Briony is a type of plant just as Lily, Dahlia, and Iris are.” She sent a faint apologetic smile to Flame for using the name Dr. Whitney had given her. “You know how he liked to dehumanize us. No real names and no birth dates.”

“Briony is one of our lost sisters,” Flame said softly, her fingers tightening around Gator’s. “I don’t remember her. Even when I try.” She rubbed her temples, frowning, trying to ease the headache that always accompanied working at remembering the girls Dr. Whitney had experimented on.

“In this case, Flame,” Lily explained, “I don’t think we’ve forgotten her just because he tried to erase our memories, it’s because she was very young when he sent her off. He actually did adopt her out.”

Flame leaned forward. “What? It’s not one of his elaborate stories to cover what he really did with her? He pretended Dahlia was adopted and he locked her up in a sanitarium. He certainly wrote a wonderful tale about my adoption when all the time I was locked in a laboratory being given cancer. Are you absolutely certain Briony was really adopted by someone?” There was a hitch in Flame’s voice.

Beneath the cover of the table, Gator wrapped his arm around her waist to give her comfort.

Lily inspected her hands before speaking. “My father was a man who believed in having as many controls as possible. I wasn’t enhanced physically, so I’m the control for that experiment. Briony was enhanced both physically and psychically, and he chose the parents he wanted for her, a circus family living in Europe. The father was a United States citizen and the mother was Italian. They already had four boys and wanted a daughter desperately. They were also in need of a lot of cash to buy in as partners for the circus.”

Lily looked around the room. “Flame and Dahlia were raised in a closed environment. Briony was raised with a family, although her training was directly overseen by my father. Detailed reports were sent weekly of Briony’s physical and psychic training. It was rigorous, although certainly she didn’t suffer from the training, but there were huge problems. Her family believed her to be autistic because she couldn’t function around people. She isn’t an anchor, and the toll on her not being able to filter out sound and emotion from those around her must have made her life hell. It’s obvious from his notes, Whitney wanted to see if, after being raised in a loving environment, Briony would have the same abilities as Flame and Dahlia. He feels a child raised by loving parents may lack determination. He deliberately sent a child, who wasn’t capable of living in close proximity to others without suffering severe pain, into a very crowded and public environment to see if she was tough enough. Whitney has many notations saying she surprised him with her abilities in the face of continual pain. From what I’ve read, in spite of numerous physical problems, she performs with her family, is extremely intelligent, and every bit as well trained as any GhostWalker. And he provided his own doctor for her care and designed her education, which her parents agreed to follow to the letter.”

Lily’s eyes glistened with tears for a moment. “I think he had her parents murdered when they objected to his sending her to Colombia. Jack Norton was in Colombia at the time. The parents were beginning to object to Whitney’s continual interference in their lives now that she was grown, and he wrote that they were in the way. Later he wrote: problem solved.”

Flame pressed her fingers against her mouth, her hand visibly shaking. “We have to find her, Lily. What does Whitney want from her?”

“He wants a baby. He wants the child to be a product of Jack Norton and Briony Jenkins. He’s spent millions maneuvering behind the scenes in order to bring them together. Right at this very moment, she’s in Kinshasa. She and her brothers were paid an exorbitant fee in order to get them to perform in a music festival there.”

There was another small silence. Logan broke it. “You’re saying Whitney was behind the senator’s plane going down in the Congo? That he tipped off General Ekabela that Ken Norton was leading a rescue mission?”

“Jack was supposed to lead the rescue, remember?” Lily corrected. “Ken stepped in when Jack couldn’t get back from Colombia in time. This was all about watching Jack perform. Was he worthy of donating the sperm? Jack is one of the more powerful GhostWalkers. We all know that. He has extreme talents, and I’m willing to bet Briony matches him in every way. Jack was the one meant to be captured. He was the one meant to escape and make his way to Kinshasa. Ken was used to draw him to the Congo, that’s why Ekabela didn’t have Ken killed immediately.”

“Kinshasa is no small place,” Kadan pointed out.

“Briony’s brother is a former Navy SEAL and served with Jack. They have a history. Jack saved his life. I’d say the setup is more than perfect. Jack is going to go straight to him if he’s escaped.”

Kadan shook his head. “I can’t see Ekabela letting him get away no matter how much money Whitney pays him. Ekabela has wanted Jack for a long time. He knows Jack is capable of taking him out and would if the order came down. The general is going to kill him.”

“Certainly Whitney expects him to try. Whitney created the ultimate weapons. What’s the use if he can’t see them perform?” Ryland asked.

Logan swore softly under his breath. “Can we get to Jack?”

“We’ve tried. We hit two different camps where he was reputed to have been held. They were long gone. In the last one, it looked as if a fight had taken place. There were bodies and a lot of blood, but no Ekabela and no Jack.”

“What about Briony Jenkins? Can you get to her?”

“We need a way to extract Jack. If we warn her… ”

“So you’re using her as bait.” Flame’s head snapped up, her eyes stormy. “Is that what we are to you, Kadan? Is that what she is? Something to use so you can get your GhostWalker back?”

Gator put a restraining hand on her arm, but she shrugged it off, glaring at the other man across the table.

Kadan shrugged with his usual calm. “We’re all GhostWalkers, Flame. Neither Norton nor Briony is expendable as far as I’m concerned. If Whitney has targeted Briony, he’ll eventually try to reacquire her. Jack Norton is her best bet for protection. I’m not willing to give up either one of them. Even if we did manage to send word to Kinshasa, and the chance of getting there before this is over is not good, why would she even believe us?”

“But she isn’t an anchor?” Ian asked.

Lily shook her head. “No, and it’s surprising that she’s managed to exist in the environment she has. My father has written copious notes about her ability to withstand pain and carry out her mission. In this case, performing with her family in front of so many people. She’s a strong telepath as are both Jack and Ken Norton. She has the same abilities that both of them have.”

“Which are?” Kadan prompted.

“Which brings us back to mosquitoes,” Lily said. “Mosquitoes can sense carbon dioxide and lactic acid up to one hundred feet away. When we breathe, humans, along with other mammals and even birds, give off these gases. The chemicals in sweat also attract mosquitoes.”

“Are you saying Jack and this woman, Briony, can do that as well? Scent people by breathing and sweat?” Ian asked.

“Yes. Absolutely they can. They were born with the same olfactory system in their noses, as we all were. Mosquitoes have receptors that allow them to use that system efficiently. Briony and Jack both have receptors.” A small smile escaped. “Although their receptors are not in antennae. Mosquitoes also have heat sensors, as do Briony and Jack. And last, but not least, mosquitoes have visual sensors.”

“I’m seeing a pattern here.” Ian flashed a grin around the room. “No wonder the man is good in the jungle. He can just home in on his targets.”

“Actually you’re right, he can. He also has the ability to change his skin color to match his surroundings.”

“Like a chameleon?” Ian asked.

“Contrary to popular belief, chameleons can’t display limitless colors and do not change colors in a camouflage response to their surroundings. Their skin changes in response to temperature, light, and mood,” Lily explained. “The hormones that control the melanin-containing cells can vary in concentration over the chameleon’s body, producing elaborate colored patterns. Some patterns are good camouflage, while other patterns are more showy stripes or spots in contrasting colors that signal the chameleon’s mood.”

“But chameleons don’t have the same skin we do,” Kadan pointed out. “So far, Whitney hasn’t introduced any alien DNA into us, has he?”

“A chameleon has four layers of skin. The outside layer has both red and yellow color cells. Inside that layer are two more layers, both reflecting light, one blue and one white. The inner layer is complicated and contains pigment granules called melonophore cells. The melonophore has dark brown pigment called melanin.”

“The same stuff that colors human skin brown or black?” Ian asked.

“Exactly the same stuff,” Lily acknowledged. “Humans, by the way, also have red and yellow color cells. So if you could independently and precisely control the hormone levels for each of the melanin-containing cells, you could create a wide variety of color patterns within the ranges allowed by multiple-color cell layers.”

“In a human? How could you do that?” Kadan asked.

“Through a distributed network of nano-computers associated with the melanin-containing cells: one such nano-computer.”

Ian shoved a hand through his red hair. “I hate it when you start talking like this. It makes me feel stupid.”

“Each nano-computer is a few hundred molecules in size, and its primary purpose is to regulate the hormone level of the melanin-containing cell with which it’s associated. It has one more function-something like a sperm cell, if injected into the bloodstream, it will find its way to a melanin-containing cell that currently doesn’t have a ‘nano-computer’ and latch on to it.”

Flame frowned. “So you’re saying the idea is to inject a zillion of these into the bloodstream, and they will sort themselves out into a distributed computing network, one nano-computer per melanin-containing cell? What controls them?”

“The nano-computers change the hormone level they are allowing-and hence the colors those color cells are displaying-when they are exposed to a magnetic field of a certain strength.”

Logan burst out with “Damn it, Lily, are you sure?”

She nodded. “Jack and Ken Norton have extensive files. They’re very strong telepaths as well as having many other talents on a lesser level. Both can use telekinesis. Psychokinesis, more commonly referred to as telekinesis, is the ability to move things or otherwise affect the property of things with the power of the mind. Of all psychic abilities, true telekinesis is the rarest-and the most difficult to control. I know because I have some small talent-nothing like theirs. And I believe Briony must have this talent as well. Not only did both men test strong in that area, they were enhanced even further. They’ve apparently had the ability to communicate telepathically from the time they were toddlers.”

“Let’s go back to the ability to change skin color into camouflage,” Logan said. “If they need a magnet to control the nano-computers, do they carry it? And if hormone levels trigger the capability, how can they keep from revealing their mood swings like the chameleon does?”

“Good question. They’re trained with biofeedback, and both men have amazing control. Dr. Whitney implanted an MRI-like device inside both of the Nortons. It radiates the magnetic pattern outwards to the surface of the body. The device responds to a mental signal the brothers first learned in biofeedback training, but because of their extensive talent, it has become second nature to them.”

“If Briony was adopted, how could they do the same thing to her? Surely he didn’t have this technology before he adopted her out,” Kadan said.

“The parents took Whitney’s money believing he was a grieving husband who had lost his wife. They agreed to educate Briony in the way he wanted and he paid for all medical not only for her but the entire family. Every time she was sick, his doctors treated her. Whitney had access to her the entire time. And I believe he still does. They use his doctor when she’s ill. She has a lot of trouble due to the fact that there’s no respite for her from the continual assault on her senses. Quite frankly I’m surprised she’s survived this long without a breakdown.”

There was a small silence as the enormity of the implications sank in. Ryland pulled Lily into his arms and buried his face against her shoulder. “What impact will all this have on any children?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what he’s done to any of the rest of you. And I sure don’t have a clue what would happen if Jack Norton and Briony Jenkins have a child together. The one thing I can say for certain is that it will affect the baby.” Lily placed both hands protectively over the small rounded evidence of her pregnancy.

“If Ken Norton carries the same genetic code,” Kadan said, “why is it so important to Whitney that Jack, not Ken, meet up with Briony?”

“I’m guessing the pheromone reaction is specific to one man and one woman. I haven’t run across a mention of that in the files yet, but there is no other explanation. Dr. Whitney”-deliberately Lily distanced herself from the man she’d known all her life as her father-“is looking for a second-generation soldier and wants Jack Norton and Briony Jenkins to provide him with one. With their enhanced olfactory systems, the chemistry between them would be zinging off the charts.”

“Well,” Logan said, “he looked to the wrong man. No one controls Jack Norton. He’s a dangerous man and Whitney made the mistake of making him more so.”

“Maybe so, Logan, but if what I suspect is true, he wouldn’t be in control, he’d be at the mercy of his body’s demands-and so would Briony,” Lily explained.

“How is it going to help the Nortons to change skin color when they’re wearing clothes?” Flame asked pragmatically.

Lily sent a small, wan smile in her direction. “I forgot to tell you about the ‘smart’ shirts Georgia Tech developed to monitor soldiers and patients for medical problems. The Natick Soldier System Center in cooperation with Crye Precision developed the MultiCam Multi Environment Camouflage system. Companies have a line of personal clothes as well as combat clothes. The hottest thing is microscopic mirrors sewn into the fabric to reflect the environment around them. You’ll never guess who is testing these clothes.”

“Jack and Ken Norton,” Flame said. “Of course. And Whitney had to pull some strings to make that happen.”

“Whitney seems very adept at pulling strings,” Kadan agreed. “You’re right. He isn’t alone in this.”