The Atlantis Prophecy

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THE RAIN WAS DRIVING down hard at Jones Point as Seavers watched the crane plop the dripping foundation stone onto the ground. He marched over while the Detachment One divers shone lights on the sides and he examined the markings.

"This is it. Drill it."

The demolitions diver came over with a drill and started boring a core sample. But a minute later he shook his head.

"It's solid, sir. There's nothing inside."

Seavers felt the frustration rising inside him. "Then split it open."

The divers looked at each other, as if some higher permission was necessary to open the original foundation stone for the Capitol of the United States of America.

"Split the goddamn rock!" Seavers shouted.

The diver hit the drill and made four holes before he took a special pick and gave one big whack. Seavers heard the clink of the metal to stone, heard the crack spiderweb across the surface and watched as the stone crumpled open into solid chunks.

He could only stare as the wind and rain whipped off the Potomac.

The Mason lied! That goddamn cripple!

Just then his cell phone rang. It was his office. This was an official alert. The voice on the other end said, "Something's going down at the Library of Congress, sir."

Conrad Yeats!

Seavers shouted into the phone: "Seal the whole frickin' Library, I don't care if you have to kill all the Capitol Police to do it. Nobody gets out. Nobody. I'm on my way."