Off the Chart. James Hall

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      ‘All right,’ Daniel said. ‘Raise our children in the Garden of Eden, start over, get it right.’

      ‘Keep them isolated? No cartoons, no computer games.’

      ‘We’d be great parents,’ he said.

      ‘What makes you think that?’

      ‘Because we love each other.’

      ‘That’s all it takes?’

      ‘It’s a damn good start,’ he said.

      For the next ten days, they followed the ship’s progress on the laptop.

      After taking on 840,000 barrels of North Slope crude, the Rainmaker departed from Berth 5 of the Alyeska Marine Terminal across the bay from Valdez, Alaska, on a blustery afternoon. All eleven of the Rainmaker’s tanks were full and she rode low and slow in the heavy seas of the northern Pacific. The ship was owned by TransOcean Shipping Lines, an American corporation based in San Francisco, although for tax purposes the Rainmaker was registered in Panama and flew the Panamanian flag of convenience. For the first few hundred miles the ship was battered by gales. She took eight days to steam down the coast of California and around the Baja Peninsula and across the eastern Pacific to the Panama Canal. For their purposes, the canal was an ideal choke point, funneling a huge percentage of the hemisphere’s traffic through a narrow band of sea.

      When the tanker passed through the Miraflores Lock on the Pacific side at four-thirty in the afternoon, the ship’s image was captured by a Web camera and a few seconds later the image was broadcast on the Internet Web site operated by the Panama Canal Authority. The Web camera was updated every few seconds and showed the constant stream of ships through the first Pacific lock. Sal monitored the Web site to double-check the data coming from the FROM system.

      ‘Headed our way,’ Sal said. ‘Right on schedule.’

      With Anne looking over his shoulder, Sal sat at their tiny desk and tapped out the code to slip into the FROM. From this point on, they’d camp inside the Web site for the moment-by-moment updates on the ship’s position.

      ‘Shit,’ Sal said. ‘Shit, shit, shit.’

      Daniel set aside the Mac-10 he was cleaning and came over.

      ‘What?’

      ‘There’s a lag,’ Sal said. ‘Look.’

      Anne and Daniel leaned close to the computer. The stream of data that had always flowed smoothly across the screen, updated every two or three seconds, had slowed to a crawl.

      ‘What is that?’

      ‘I don’t know,’ Sal said. ‘But it’s not right.’

      ‘Have they fingered us? They know we’re inside?’

      ‘Could be the satellite. Some kind of weather interference. But it’s never been this slow.’

      As they watched, the screen blinked as if the laptop were losing power; then the stream of numbers and coded letters resumed its normal flow.

      Daniel stepped back.

      ‘A hiccup in the transmission,’ Daniel said. ‘Nothing to worry about. A thunderstorm over the Pacific. Lightning in Guam. No big deal.’

      ‘Yeah,’ Sal said. ‘Could be.’

      Anne said, ‘They could do that, know we’re watching? Figure our location?’

      ‘If they had reason to be suspicious, yeah, top security people might be able to discover we’ve hacked the site,’ Sal said. ‘But track us back here? Not unless they’ve got the Pentagon in on it, a supercomputer doing the work. Not some piddling corporate security system. Or it could be the mercs.’

      Daniel shook his head at Sal, but Anne said, ‘Mercs? What’s that?’

      Turning away from her, Daniel said, ‘Mercenaries. Hired guns.’

      ‘First I’ve heard of that,’ she said.

      ‘There’ve been a couple of cases,’ said Daniel. ‘Both times in the China Sea. A gang of ex-soldiers hired by the shipping companies.’

      ‘And what? They arrested some pirates?’

      ‘Took them out is more like it,’ Sal said.

      ‘Took them out? Murdered them?’

      Daniel flashed a look at Sal and said to Anne, ‘The details are sketchy.’

      ‘But they’re out there,’ Anne said. ‘And that’s who this is?’

      ‘It’s the weather,’ Sal said. ‘Just some damn lightning storm.’

      They watched for a while longer as the data scrolled at a steady pace.

      Daniel tapped Sal on the shoulder and asked him to step outside. Sal rose, took another look at the screen, then shrugged and left. Daniel shut the door behind him.

      ‘Anne,’ he said. ‘I think you should stay ashore for this one.’

      His eyes showed her nothing. A depthless smile.

      ‘What? You’re having a premonition? This computer thing?’

      ‘Just do me this favor, one time. Okay?’

      ‘We don’t need to hit it at all,’ she said. ‘There’s nothing special about this one. Something doesn’t feel right, let’s bail.’

      Daniel came over to her and put his hands on her shoulders.

      ‘You won’t do this for me? Just this once. Stay home.’

      ‘What’s going on? You’re phasing me out? I’m supposed to start training to be the happy homemaker?’

      He drew his hands away as if they’d been stung. She hadn’t meant to lash out like that. But she couldn’t bring herself to apologize. He had a different look. Unsure, lost. It unnerved her, seeing him like that. The ground beneath her growing unsteady.

      He swept both hands back through his glossy hair and turned his eyes to a window in the cabin.

      ‘If I died,’ he said, ‘or we got separated, what would you do, Anne?’

      ‘You’re not going to die.’

      He turned to her then, his eyes as harsh as she’d ever seen them.

      ‘I asked you what you’d do.’

      ‘Okay,’ she said. ‘I’d probably go home.’

      ‘Back to Key Largo.’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Back to your brother and your boyfriend?’

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