The Ocean Sunburst Treachery

1 Waikiki Beach, Hawaii, January 20th Waikiki Beach resort was destroyed at five forty-four in the morning. Christopher Wyatt ran along the beach, bare feet pounding into the warming sand, towards Diamond Head. He was wearing a garish Hawaiian shirt that would make Linda laugh when she called. The sky was becoming lighter, the rising sun radiating vast streaks of pale red and purple through wispy clouds and outshining the few remaining visible stars. The range of tall square hotels loomed against the burgeoning dawn, windows speckling with electric lights. The breeze was light and cool, the sea restless, long rolling waves topped with white spume rushing up the sand to gradually stop and retreat like frightened creatures. Wyatt expected to be alone on the beach at this early hour but he was surprised by the number of people jogging, sightseeing, surfing and fishing off the rocks. Wyatt enjoyed the sensation of sweat rolling down his back. He was in good shape, his work was near comple- tion, and he was in love. He was excited about Linda’s call and was not sure whether his heart was racing hard from the exercise or with the anticipation of seeing her face again, albeit on the screen of a cell phone. Linda Marquez called as Wyatt reached the foot of Diamond Head. Wyatt smiled as Linda’s face appeared on screen. ‘Wow,’ Linda said. ‘Can this be my husband, up this early? It’s a quarter after ten here in Washington so it must be real early there.’ Wyatt sat down on a grassy tuft of sand below Diamond Head Road. He said: ‘I’d get out of bed anytime to see your beautiful face. Or preferably get into bed to see your beautiful face.’ ‘Careful, mister. No smutty talk please. Today is a solemn and dignified occasion here in this solemn and dignified city.’ ‘Have you met the new President yet?’ ‘No. The inauguration ceremony starts in about an hour. We’re still in the White House. Logan said he would introduce me to the incoming President before they leave for the Capi- tol, so it could be any minute now. It will seem strange to work for President Brady instead of President Logan. I can’t say I’m happy about the prospect. They say Brady is a real tough nut ball-breaker, a right-wing firebrand. My colleagues have a nickname for Brady and her chief of staff Jazmin Isaacs. They call them Riggs and Murtaugh.’ ‘Riggs and Murtaugh? Who are they?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 1 www.davidstedman.co.uk Linda tut-tutted. ‘Your knowledge of contemporary culture is pathetic, sergeant. Riggs and Murtaugh are those two guys in the Lethal Weapon films.’ ‘I’ve never watched them.’ ‘You should. You’re like a Limey version of Riggs, half-crazy, fearless and totally in love with his late wife.’ ‘That last part is certainly true, except you are very much alive, I’m delighted to say.’ ‘I’ll check out Brady before I decide whether to stay on as head of her Secret Service detail, if she asks me.’ ‘I’m sure Logan and the outgoing First Lady put in several good words for you after all you’ve done for them over the years. Brady would be a fool to ditch you, captain.’ ‘Thank you, sergeant. How is your job going?’ ‘Fine. They were a bit resistant to a goddamn Limey giving them security advice on their public buildings but the recommendation from good old President Logan could not be ignored and they eventually saw the sense in my proposals. Their security was a mess. Anoth- er couple of days should see the contract wrapped up and then I’ll fly straight to India for the wedding. I’m really looking forward to seeing Prem again, and you. It will be a very happy occasion.’ ‘Prem deserves all the happiness he can get and it will be great to see him again. Hold on, Chris.’ Wyatt watched the screen. Linda turned away from her laptop as an aide whispered in her ear. Linda turned back and said: ‘Gotta go, lover man. Logan wants me in the Oval Office to meet Brady in ten minutes. How do I look?’ ‘You look beautiful and hot, even in a regulation Secret Service suit.’ Linda sighed. ‘I wish I was over in Hawaii with you instead of in freezing DC.’ Wyatt looked up as the crown of the rising sun burst through light cloud. He said: ‘Let me show you what you’re missing.’ He turned the smartphone camera to the dawn and treated Linda to a sweeping panorama of the incoming waves and the beach. Linda said: ‘It’s beautiful. Wait a minute . . . who’s that hot chick checking you out?’ ‘What hot chick?’ Wyatt looked up. A girl was peering through binoculars in his direction. ‘She’s not checking me out. She’s looking at Diamond Head mountain behind me. It’s gratifying to find out that you get jealous.’ ‘You’re worth getting jealous over.’ ‘You have nothing to worry about, Linda. I love you very much and I will never cheat

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 2 www.davidstedman.co.uk on you.’ ‘I love you too, big guy. Even when you’re wearing a hideous shirt like that.’ Wyatt laughed. ‘Okay, you busted me. Now go say hello to your new President and I’ll call you after the inauguration.’ Wyatt slipped the cell phone into the pocket of his shirt. He looked at the girl. She had lowered the binoculars but was still staring in his direction. She was slim and elegant, medium height with long straight black hair and she looked Chinese or Japanese. She was wearing a full length sarong-type skirt with a bikini top. Wyatt, out of sheer curiosity, waved to her. The girl hesitated, then turned and walked away. Wyatt shrugged. She had been looking at Dia- mond Head all. Wyatt was not disappointed. It had been simple curiosity. He was completely sincere when he promised Linda he would never cheat on her. As some actor had once said: Why go out for hamburger when you have steak at home? Wyatt closed his eyes and lay back on the soft sand. The rising sun warmed his face. He thought of Linda and how lucky he had been to find her. She was a woman of beauty, unshake- able integrity and supreme courage. They had endured much hardship and sorrow together, but also much joy and companionship. Wyatt allowed himself to drift off towards sleep but his subconscious mind warned him that something was wrong. The regular reassuring sound of the sea had stopped. It was impossible but it had stopped. People were shouting and screaming. Wyatt opened his eyes and was gripped by shock and disbelief. The sea had disappeared. The uncovered wet sand extended out as far as the eye could see. Wyatt leapt to his feet. The girl who had been looking at Diamond Head was shouting and gesticulating at people to get them off the beach. Wyatt understood what was going to happen. He looked around. There were only a few people near him. He shouted: ‘Get off the beach!There’s a tsunami coming!’ The line of the horizon darkened. The line became darker, thicker, and higher with incredible speed. Wyatt ran up the dunes and crossed Diamond Head Road. All traffic had stopped. People were getting out of their vehicles. Wyatt shouted at them to climb the hill. He looked back. The girl was shouting the same warning. The tidal wave had changed colour from black to dark green and was rapidly growing in height, the water forced upwards as it roared towards the shallower slopes near the beach. Within seconds a wall of water towered over the beach, the crest as high as the hotels, the wave top folding over as it hit the obstacle of land, thwarted, angry, like the frothing jaws of a gigantic serpent. Wyatt scrambled up the foothills of Diamond Head. He came across a narrow path leading to the summit. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the tsunami smash into the buildings behind Waikiki Beach. They were swept away as if made of cardboard. As Wyatt sprinted upwards he glimpsed bodies being taken up and flung aside as the water cascaded between the crashing buildings. Trees were uprooted, vehicles tossed aside like toys. Wyatt ducked as an outrigger canoe, hurled by the wave, narrowly missed his head. Wyatt glanced behind him. The girl was close. The immense wall of water, thwarted by the side of the mountain, had turned to engulf them.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 3 www.davidstedman.co.uk They had reached a concrete stairway bounded by metal posts. There was no escape, no time left. Wyatt called out to the girl: ‘Get down! Grab a post! Hold on for your life!’ Wyatt dropped down and wrapped his arms and legs around the posts. The sky was blotted out as the seething mass of water loomed over him and then, mercilessly, ruthlessly, crashed down.

2 Oval Office, White House, Washington DC, January th20 Linda Marquez was shown into the Oval Office as the chiefs of defence and intelligence were being ushered out after delivering changeover briefings to the President-elect. Linda was acquainted with most of the chiefs. One of them whispered: ‘Good luck with Riggs and Mur- taugh.’ Outgoing President Joe Logan beckoned Linda to join him. There were two women, unsmiling and uneasy, standing with him at the Resolute desk. Logan said: ‘This is Captain Linda Marquez, the head of my Secret Service protection team. Linda, this is President-elect Elaine Brady.’ Linda said: ‘It’s an honour to meet you, mam.’ Brady did not offer to shake hands. She was tall and slim with short brown hair, a thin hawkish nose and thin lips, and dark brown watchful eyes. She was dressed formally and expensively for her inauguration but her clothes, an uneasy mix of beige and brown, looked ill-fitting despite their cost. Brady stood awkwardly and was wary and alert. She nodded to Linda in acknowledgement of Linda’s greeting but said nothing. The tension in Brady’s manner was palpable but Linda accepted it was understandable on such a momentous day. Logan introduced the other woman. ‘This is Jazmin Isaacs, Ms Brady’s chief of staff and chief adviser on security. That’s national not personal.’ Logan smiled but his feeble joke received no response. Isaacs, unlike her boss, held out her hand and said: ‘Good to meet you, captain. I’ve followed your career over the past few years with interest.’ ‘Thank you,’ Linda replied. ‘I’ve followed your career with interest too, and great admiration, if I may say so.’ Isaacs said: ‘You may indeed.’ Isaacs was more outgoing than her boss but also wary and watchful. She was as tall as Brady but bigger built, with big hair and strong features. She looked big and bold, an impression enhanced by the fussily florid way she was dressed, as if it was a colourful celebration of her success. Linda formed the impression of someone who wanted to be relaxed and friendly but who was constrained by the impending responsibilities of her new job. Logan said: ‘I’ve finished bringing President-elect Brady and Ms Isaacs up to speed on all the aspects of intelligence, security and defence they are going to need as soon as the inau-

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 4 www.davidstedman.co.uk guration is over. Before we leave for the inauguration I have one final duty and to perform that duty I must ask Miss Isaacs to leave us. I need to talk to the new President alone.’ Brady said: ‘Why does Jazmin have to leave? She needs to know everything that I know if she is to help protect this country properly. Hell, Joe, she’s even been shown the nuclear codes. What else is she not allowed to know after that, for God’s sake?’ Logan shifted uncomfortably. Linda had served President Logan for eight years and understood his moods as well as anyone. He clearly did not like Elaine Brady. Linda realised that political opposites can sometimes warm to each other on a personal level but, in the case of these two, it was not happening. Brady’s insular hawkish right-wing policies were anathema to the outgoing President, a man liked and admired, even by his political opponents, for his honesty and respect for the law and the rights of others. Logan said to Brady: ‘I have to ask Jazmin to leave us. It will then be up to you, when you are President, to inform her of what I have to tell you, or not, as you choose.’ Jazmin Isaacs said: ‘Fair enough. Come on, Linda. Let’s give them their privacy.’ Logan said: ‘Captain Marquez stays.’ Isaacs looked at Brady. Brady shrugged and said: ‘He’s still the President for the next couple of hours. We still have to do as he asks.’ Her manner was bordering on contemptuous. Jazmin Isaacs left the Oval Office and closed the door behind her. Logan said: ‘Let’s relax for a few minutes and go sit on the sofas.’ Linda sat down beside Logan while Brady perched, warily, on the opposite sofa. Logan said: ‘Ms Brady, I have to inform you of one further security agreement, an agreement made between, and known only to, the President of the United States, the Prime Minister of the Unit- ed Kingdom and the Prime Minister of India. No other aides, family members, security chiefs or anyone knows of this agreement except the three leaders, and I strongly recommend that you keep it that way. Captain Marquez is one third of a group codenamed Trident. The other two members of Trident are a British officer named Sergeant Christopher Wyatt and Premen- dra Dhawan, who is the chief of India’s intelligence services. The three heads of government have pledged to give assistance, in any way possible, to any Trident member who requests such help, without regard for their nationality, for the purpose of our common safety and security. I now pass this information to you and urge you to continue with this arrangement and keep knowledge of it strictly to yourself, even from close associates such as Miss Isaacs. You may find it useful and, in some situations, as I have found, absolutely vital.’ Brady, after a brief pause, said: ‘Three people?’ ‘Yes,’ Logan said. ‘What? Are they like superheroes? Do they have extraordinary powers like Batman or something?’ ‘No,’ Logan said patiently. ‘What they have proved, on more than one occasion and un-

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 5 www.davidstedman.co.uk der extreme circumstances, is their courage, their loyalty, and their commitment to the law, to humanity and to their respective countries. Trident was formed as a sort of last resort for each head of state in the event that no-one else can be trusted. It is based on the old Roman proverb “who will guard the guardians”.’ Brady said: ‘Captain Marquez was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom for her services. I guess you didn’t give her that just for walking beside your limousine?’ Logan nodded. ‘In the Resolute desk is a sealed report, for your eyes only, on Linda’s involvement in two of the most dangerous situations I faced during my term of office, the so- called Silk Fist conspiracy and the attack by the deadly drones known as Diamond Hearts. I suggest you read it.’ ‘I will. I enjoy a light read in bed.’ ‘Linda served on my Secret Service security detail for two terms and was the personal assistant and bodyguard to the First Lady. She is highly intelligent, resourceful, and has proved her courage and loyalty in circumstances that would have broken most officers.’ Brady looked at Linda and said: ‘Not to mention very attractive. Perhaps that, and the fact that she shares Hispanic heritage with your wife, has influenced your judgement.’ Linda sensed Logan was angry but he controlled himself and said: ‘Just read the report.’ ‘Okay,’ Brady said. ‘What about the other two? You said one was British?’ ‘Yes, Christopher Wyatt is a sergeant in the Metropolitan Police Diplomatic Protection Service.’ ‘The Metropolitan Police? Does he have his own truncheon?’ ‘Sergeant Wyatt is also Linda’s husband.’ Brady threw up her hands. ‘Oh, great! We’re keeping it in the family. What are Sergeant Wyatt’s other qualifications for the job?’ ‘Sergeant Wyatt grew up in north London, served in the Royal Marines and then transferred to the Special Boat Squadron, which is the Royal Navy version of the SAS. Wyatt was injured in combat and honourably discharged and then joined the Metropolitan Police Royal Protection Squad. He was recently awarded his country’s highest civilian award for bravery, the George Cross.’ ‘I’m impressed.’ ‘You should be,’ Logan said. ‘Wyatt is a man you should want on your side, not against you, even if you are about to become the most powerful person in the Western world.’ ‘What about the Indian guy?’ Logan sighed. ‘The “Indian guy” is Premendra Dhawan. He served in the Indian Air Force until he lost his left arm in a plane crash. He transferred to intelligence work and proved

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 6 www.davidstedman.co.uk himself a genius at cryptography and analysis, as well as being resourceful and courageous. He is now head of India’s intelligence services.’ Brady said: ‘So the Indian guy is the brains, the British guy is the brawn, and Captain Marquez is the beauty. A one-armed punka wallah, a muscle-bound squaddie, and a hot His- panic Secret Service agent is the last line of our defence?’ Logan made a supreme effort to control himself. ‘I wouldn’t use that offensive language but that is basically correct. As I have said, read the report.’ Brady was silent for a few seconds. Then she said: ‘It’s a tradition for the outgoing President to leave a welcoming letter for the incoming President. Is it also a tradition for an outgoing President to play a practical joke on the new President?’ ‘I have never been more serious in my life,’ Logan said. ‘Don’t you believe what I’m telling you?’ ‘I believe that you believe this little gang is necessary, but I find it impossible to believe that in a nation where defence, security and intelligence is served by multi-billion dollar organisations, such as the CIA, NSA, FBI and Homeland Security, not to mention the world’s most powerful army, navy and air force, employing thousands of the best minds available, that three people, two of them foreigners, could possibly be of any practical use to the President of the USA.’ ‘Then you would be wrong Ms Brady. I have told you, truly and faithfully, what I believe. Read the report, talk to the Prime Ministers of India and the UK, and decide for yourself.’ ‘Are we done here?’ ‘Yes,’ Logan said. ‘For the sake of the country I urge you to . . .’ He looked up irritably as the door opened. Logan’s chief of staff stepped in to the Oval Office and said: ‘My apologies for inter- rupting, Mr President. Can I have a few words with you? It is most urgent.’ Linda and Elaine Brady moved to stand up but Logan said: ‘No, you two stay here and talk. I’ll go out there.’ Brady watched President Logan leave and then stared at Linda. Brady asked: ‘Is the President blowing smoke up my keister?’ ‘Not at all, mam.’ ‘So you’re married to a Brit?’ ‘Yes, mam.’ ‘But you didn’t take his surname?’ ‘No, I preferred to keep my own. It makes life easier. I did the same thing with my first

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 7 www.davidstedman.co.uk husband as well.’ ‘Good for you. Men must find you very attractive. Certainly President Logan does. You’ve wrapped him around your little finger.’ ‘I have done no such thing, mam. I worked mainly for Martina Logan and President Logan is not a man to let anyone “wrap him around their finger”. He is a fine President.’ ‘I sense that you think I won’t make a fine President. As your British pals say, I’m not your “cup of tea”.’ ‘I don’t know enough about you to have any such opinion, mam. If you keep me on as head of your security detail I will simply try to do my duty as best I can.’ Brady laughed derisively. ‘You’re a smooth operator, Linda Marquez. You were born into a wealthy Florida orange growing dynasty and educated at Sweet Briar, one of the best schools in America. I can understand why you have risen so high in the ranks.’ ‘I’m only a captain, mam.’ ‘Yet here you are, a member of a trio of superheroes.’ Linda did not trust herself to make a respectful reply so she stayed silent. Brady said: ‘Don’t you let anything needle you?’ ‘I’m aware that such needling is your technique for finding out about people’s character. I’ve certainly been needled on occasion but it’s been by much more dangerous and formidable opponents than someone with a bigoted racist heart and an over-inflated opinion of their own worth.’ To Linda’s surprise, Brady laughed. ‘Zing!’ she said. ‘At last I’ve got under that pretty brown skin of yours. And you said you didn’t know enough about me! If I’m a racist, why is my closest adviser black? Would you stay on if I asked you?’ ‘Are you going to ask me?’ Before Brady could answer, Logan came back into the Oval Office. His manner was grave and conciliatory. He said: ‘Elaine, you face a major crisis as soon as you take office. Hawaii has been struck by a major tsunami. Waikiki Beach and surrounding areas have been destroyed.’ Linda Marquez stood up, all protocol forgotten. ‘Waikiki Beach? That’s where Chris is working. What time did it hit?’ ‘About a quarter to six this morning, their time.’ Linda took out her cell phone. ‘Excuse me, Mr President. I have to call Chris and find out if he is okay.’ ‘Yes, go ahead, Linda.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 8 www.davidstedman.co.uk Linda walked out into a hubbub of activity in the outer office. Telephones were ringing, presidential aides watching television news reports, staffers coming and going, trying to get access to the President. Linda left the outer office and found a quiet corridor. She punched the number. Chris’s cell phone rang and rang and rang. He did not answer. My God, Linda thought, trying to control rising panic, have I lost my husband and my job, both in one morning?

3 Jogeshwari Conference Centre, Mumbai, January 20th Premendra Dhawan stood backstage and tried to assess the audience response to Moha- na Raval’s speech. Mohana was wearing a traditional sari in green edged with gold. Prem said, as much to himself as his companion: ‘She looks really beautiful.’ Deepak Chopra, Mohana’s temporary chief of staff, said: ‘I agree. As you can see, elegant clothes are important to me and Minister Raval sought my advice about how to dress today. She ignored my advice and she was right to do so. She chose to wear the sari, instead of Western dress, to reassure the more chauvinist delegates, and chose green, the Hindu colour of new beginnings and the sacred colour of Islam, in an attempt to win over every belief sector of the audience, the people who will decide her fate for the rest of her life. She is very shrewd.’ Mohana made her closing statement. The reception from the delegates was mixed, some wildly enthusiastic, some boos, with one corpulent delegate angrily vociferous in his opposi- tion, but mainly warm and supportive. Mohana walked off stage into the wings. Her advisers and supporters, standing in a group well away from the supporters of the other two candidates, congratulated her. Prem took her to one side and said: ‘If that speech did not win you the leadership then your party does not deserve you.’ Mohana Raval tried to smile but ended up frowning. ‘You think it went down well?’ ‘How could it not? You are as brilliant as you are beautiful.’ ‘You’re biased because you’re about to marry me. Deepak, what do you think?’ Chopra said: ‘An excellent speech, Minister.’ Prem looked out at the hundreds of Naee Subah Party delegates, gathered from all parts of India, now moving out of the auditorium to cast their votes. He said: ‘Look at them, Mo- hana. Most of them are in love with you, politically speaking, except that big chap at the front who does not seem to approve of you.’ Chopra said: ‘Oh, that’s Mirza. He does not approve of women in politics, or women doing anything in the world generally.’ Mohana, almost downcast, said: ‘I’m still not sure I have done enough to win over the rest of them.’ ‘Of course you have,’ Chopra said. ‘You’ve served as Defence Minister and also acting Prime Minister during Ashok’s unfortunate illness. You have proved your worth throughout a

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 9 www.davidstedman.co.uk long career.’ ‘Thank you for your support and encouragement,’ Mohana said, ‘but there is still that one great drawback.’ ‘That you are a woman?’ ‘Yes.’ Prem said: ‘It’s no drawback for me. In fact I find it the main attraction.’ ‘Well, I suspect many delegates out there secretly share Mirza’s opinion of women.’ Chopra said: ‘He’s still out in the auditorium gesticulating and arguing.’ ‘Good. He might forget to cast his vote for my rivals.’ A tall young man, wearing the light blue uniform shirt of a flight lieutenant in the Indian Air Force, hesitantly joined them. ‘Rakesh!’ Prem exclaimed with pleasure. ‘When did you get here? I thought you had missed Mohana’s speech.’ Rakesh answered to Mohana. ‘I’m sorry I am late, Minister, but I arrived just in time for your speech. I watched from the back of the hall. It was inspiring. I would vote for you if I was a delegate.’ ‘Thank you, Rakesh. You can vote for me in the general election if they make me party leader. You don’t have to call me Minister. I am soon to be your step-mother. Call me Mohana.’ Rakesh Dhawan looked embarrassed. ‘It takes some getting used to, calling my distinguished boss by her first name. How long will it take before you get the result of the election?’ Chopra said: ‘About two hours.’ Mohana said: ‘In two hours we will know if your father is about to marry a distinguished party leader or a political has-been.’ Prem said: ‘You can never be a has-been. If you lose this vote then you keep fighting. If you win then it is your chance to do some good in this vast sprawling maddening incredible country of ours.’ ‘Dare I suggest future prime minister?’ Rakesh said. ‘Naee Subah Party is, according to the polls, still the most popular.’ Mohana nodded. ‘That is owing to Ashok Mishra. He has been a fine prime minister. Let me introduce Deepak Chopra. He is the Prime Minister’s chief of staff but he has little to do while Ashok is ill so he has been seconded to help me.’ Rakesh shook hands with Chopra and said: ‘I’m sorry that the Prime Minister is indisposed.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 10 www.davidstedman.co.uk Mohana said, lowering her voice: ‘I hope I can rely on your discretion, Rakesh, if I tell you that Ashok is in much poorer health than the general public are told.’ ‘So if anything happens to him, the Naee Subah Party leader becomes prime minister, at least until the next general election, and that will be you!’ ‘Enough, Rakesh,’ Prem said angrily. ‘You sound too triumphal and you tempt fate by saying such things.’ Deepak Chopra diplomatically excused himself. Rakesh said: ‘You are right, father. I have been carried away by the excitement of the day. Please forgive me, Mohana.’ ‘Not at all. I’m pleased that you have a passion for politics. You have the courage to say what I am thinking in the depths of my soul. We are human, if our path to what we desire is cleared by the misfortune of another then there is bound to be a measure of satisfaction, however much we deny it, but Ashok Mishra is a genuinely good man and a good friend. I would much rather his misfortune does not become my good fortune, but if it does, then who am I to question the wisdom of the gods?’ Rakesh nodded appreciatively. ‘That is very honest. My father is a lucky man.’ Mohana smiled: ‘Let’s postpone that judgement until after we are married. What about you, Rakesh? You are tall, handsome and look very dashing in your air force uniform. Is there anyone special in your life?’ Rakesh was embarrassed. ‘No, I’m afraid not.’ ‘Don’t leave it too long. How old are you now?’ ‘Twenty six, Minister. I mean Mohana.’ ‘You should me married with four children by now.’ Rakesh looked at his feet to avoid Mohana’s gaze. ‘I’m teasing you,’ Mohana said. ‘You will find the right girl one day.’ To change the subject, Rakesh asked: ‘Is everything prepared for the wedding?’ ‘Yes,’ Prem said. ‘As soon as this leadership election is over, and Mohana has had a chance to tie up whatever loose ends that need securing, we leave for Goa. Now you are on leave I will give you all the details. How much leave have you got?’ ‘Two weeks. My CO could hardly argue. After all, you are marrying his superior as well as mine. Have you heard from Sergeant Wyatt or Captain Marquez?’ ‘Yes,’ Prem said. ‘Linda is on duty at the inauguration of the new President today. Christopher is on some advisory security job in Hawaii. They are both excited about meeting Mohana.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 11 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘And I will be intrigued to meet them,’ Mohana said. ‘I am aware of their many quali- ties. Premendra has been eloquent in his praise for them. Have you met them yet, Rakesh?’ Rakesh looked at his father and smiled. ‘Yes. I helped them out once.’ ‘Of course,’ Mohana said. ‘I remember now.’ Deepak Chopra returned and coughed discreetly. ‘Excuse me, Minister. May I suggest that you make yourself visible and available to the delegates while the voting is going on?’ Mohana nodded and turned back to Prem and Rakesh. ‘You two gentlemen must excuse me. I must go and watch the count, and also do some vital networking at the same time. Wish me luck. In about two hours I will either be the leader of the Naee Subah Party or a small foot- note in the party’s archives.’

4 Diamond Head, Waikiki Beach, Hawaii, January 20th Christopher Wyatt became aware of soft warm lips on his mouth. He struggled to breathe but air was being forced into his lungs. ‘Sergeant Wyatt! Wake up! Please wake up!’ The female voice, hushed but urgent, penetrated Wyatt’s consciousness. He struggled to escape the darkness, to move towards the light, towards the voice. His subconscious remembered what had happened. The shock of the memory brought him back from the depths. He was in pain but sensed he was not seriously injured, aches and bruises rather than broken bones. ‘Sergeant Wyatt! Please wake up!’ Wyatt rolled on to his side and spewed out the sea water choking his lungs. He opened his eyes. The girl was leaning over him. His head was nestled in her lap. Her long black hair brushed his forehead and her almond eyes were full of concern. Wyatt was wet and cold, his shirt and shorts sodden. He felt water running beneath his body. The sky was grey, clouds swollen with rain as if nature was about to add insult to injury. Wyatt carefully turned his head. They were laying in a crude drainage ditch surrounded by long grass, vegetation and small stunted bushes, all dripping with seawater. ‘How did I get here?’ Wyatt asked, his throat aching, voice rasping. The girl stroked his face. Her body heat and subtle perfume were immensely comfort- ing. She said: ‘Ssh. You must keep quiet.’ ‘Last thing I remember was holding on to the metal posts on the stairway.’ ‘So was I,’ the girl whispered. ‘The tsunami was too strong. It swept us away. You must have hit your head on something as it carried you away. We were lucky. The wave had nearly exhausted itself by the time it struck us. Here, I found a bottle of cola. It was free. The tourist

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 12 www.davidstedman.co.uk shop was destroyed.’ Wyatt was about to take the cola when he heard distant laughter and then a muffled crack. ‘That sounded like a silenced pistol.’ He struggled to sit up. The girl held him down. ‘You must lay still. We’re hiding.’ ‘Hiding? Why?’ ‘There are three men walking around stealing from the dead and wounded and then shooting them.’ ‘What!’ Wyatt exclaimed. The shock of danger brought him further back to life. Despite the girl’s efforts to stop him he wriggled up to peer out of the ditch. He could not see the men but he could see the far side of Waikiki Beach below. ‘My God, the town has disappeared. There’s nothing but rubble left.’ ‘Yes, I can see it. Please stay down, Sergeant Wyatt.’ Wyatt ducked down. ‘Wait a minute. How do you know my name? You were looking at me on the beach.’ He checked his shirt pocket. ‘Do you have my cell phone?’ ‘No. You must have lost it in the deluge.’ ‘Do you have a cell phone?’ ‘No. I lost mine. Can’t it wait?’ ‘We have to call the authorities to catch those maniacs who are robbing the victims, then I have to call my wife to tell her I’m okay.’ ‘You might not be okay, Sergeant Wyatt, if you don’t shut up!’ Wyatt lowered his voice. ‘How do you know my name?’ The laughter was getting closer, the occasional muffled shots a little louder. ‘I’ll explain later. You must stay hidden or they might kill you.’ ‘Who are “they”?’ ‘They are Korean. I don’t know who they are or why they are preying on the dead and wounded but I can hear them talking.’ ‘How do you know they are Korean?’ ‘Because I speak Korean.’ ‘Are you Korean?’ ‘No, I’m Chinese-Italian but I have studied the Korean language. If they come near us I will talk to them. It might save our lives if I can persuade them I am part Korean.’ ‘Or it might get you killed. Or worse. I can deal with them.’ Wyatt struggled to get up

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 13 www.davidstedman.co.uk but the girl, with surprising strength, held him down. It made Wyatt realise how weak he was. ‘Don’t be a fool,’ the girl said. ‘I know you are a tough guy but not unarmed against three armed and ruthless killers.’ ‘How the hell do you know how tough I am?’ The girl ignored the question. ‘I’ll offer them my watch. It’s a Mark Jacobs.’ ‘A what?’ ‘Worth over three hundred dollars.’ ‘This is crazy.’ Wyatt said. ‘We’ve just escaped a tsunami and now there are maniacs walking around looting the dead. I wish I had my gun with me.’ The three men walked into view. ‘You haven’t got your gun,’ the girl whispered. ‘Leave this to me. Stay down. I’ll talk to them.’ ‘Don’t be foolish,’ Wyatt urged. The girl ignored him and stood up. She pretended to stumble away from the ditch, away from Wyatt, in order to distract the killers’ line of vision. Wyatt watched with impotent fury. The girl was talking fast, in Korean, or so Wyatt assumed. The three men were dressed in brown boiler suits. They raised their pistols as the girl walked towards them. The girl took off her watch and offered it. One of the men took it and examined it. He broke into a grin. They held up their wrists to display their own watches. They were all made of some black material. The three men surrounded the girl. They were laughing and joking, patting her cheek and stroking her. Wyatt thought: If they try to rape her I’m going after them. I might get one or two of the bastards before they finish me. Eventually one of the men patted the girl’s head. They walked away in search of other prey. The girl walked back to the ditch and climbed down beside Wyatt. She attempted to hold back tears but broke down sobbing. Wyatt, feeling helpless, took her hand. ‘That took real guts,’ he said. ‘It’s over. Please don’t cry.’ ‘My parents gave me that watch for my twenty-first birthday. It’s inscribed with their love. Now it’s gone.’ Wyatt said: ‘You saved my life. I don’t know how to thank you.’ ‘I know a way,’ the girl replied, but said no more. Wyatt asked: ‘What’s your name?’ ‘Shan.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 14 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Chan?’ ‘No, Shan, S-h-a-n. It’s Chinese.’ ‘Well, Shan, you know who I am, you were obviously looking for me earlier. What is this all about?’ Shan controlled her tears and waved her arm at the destruction below and all around them. ‘This was not an act of God, of nature. There is something sinister behind this tsunami. Those Korean bastards knew this was going to happen. I’ve been trying to find out what is going on.’ ‘What do you mean? You think that the tsunami was manmade or something?’ ‘It’s possible.’ ‘No, that’s impossible. Even if you’re right, why were you looking for me? There’s nothing I can do about it.’ ‘No, but you are a friend of Premendra Dhawan. I want to meet him.’ ‘Whoa! I’m grateful that you saved my life but you better start explaining who you are and how you know about me and Premendra Dhawan.’ Shan managed a smile. ‘You’re too modest, Sergeant Wyatt. I have been working in Oahu and I found out that you were working here as well. I decided to seek you out. I’m aware of your part, or some of it, in recent crucial events. I was consulted about the Diamond Heart drone attacks. I don’t know what you did but you were not awarded the George Cross for making the tea. A little research on the internet and your relationship with the chief of India’s intelligence services became clear. I want you to take me to his wedding so you can introduce me.’ ‘For what purpose? Premendra Dhawan is a close friend but I’ll need a bit more information than you are giving me before I take you to meet him.’ The girl nodded. ‘Very well. My name is Shan Veronesi. I’m a geologist and seismologist. I have evidence of some sort of plan or plot or scheme to cause chaos by means of artificially induced earthquakes such as the one that caused this tsunami.’ Wyatt picked up the cola and took a long gulp. ‘You’re pulling my leg. That’s crazy.’ ‘Look down there at Waikiki Beach, Sergeant Wyatt. Whoever deliberately caused that destruction is the crazy one.’ ‘It was a natural occurrence.’ ‘Perhaps. But perhaps it was engineered by man.’ ‘Do you have any evidence?’ ‘Some. I believe it is something to do with North Korea, a rogue state run by an insane dictator. The presence of those Korean killers confirms my suspicions. Did you notice what

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 15 www.davidstedman.co.uk they were wearing?’ ‘What? The brown boiler suits?’ ‘No. On their hands. All three were wearing watches made of black obsidian.’ ‘What does that mean?’ ‘I’m not sure but obsidian is a glass made in volcanoes. Earthquakes cause volcanic eruptions.’ Wyatt shook his head. ‘That’s very tenuous. The internet is crammed with people like you peddling their crazy theories. Why do you want to see Premendra Dhawan?’ ‘Because he has the clout and the facilities to help me investigate. I’ve been written off as a crank by others with the knowledge and power to investigate my theory and I believe that India may soon be profoundly affected by my “crazy theory”. Dhawan should at least be interested.’ ‘You say you are Chinese-Italian but you speak excellent English. Perfect in fact. How do I know you’re not working for China or those Korean bastards?’ ‘My mother was Chinese, my father Italian but I was brought up mainly in England. My father was a professor of geology, teaching at London University. I’ve been studying the possibility of manmade earthquakes since I was a child. I believe that another person, nation or organisation may have discovered the secret of how to do it.’ Wyatt stood up. His legs were shaky. He felt bruised and raw and irritated by the girl’s ramblings. He said: ‘I must find a phone to call my wife.’ Shan Veronesi stood up. She said: ‘Captain Marquez is at the inauguration in Washing- ton today, I believe.’ Wyatt turned on Shan and tried to control his anger. ‘What are you? A fucking stalker? How do you know so much about me and Linda Marquez and Premendra Dhawan?’ ‘If I am right about their being some evil scheme, Dhawan can help me uncover it.’ ‘That doesn’t answer my question. I don’t believe you. You’re all talk.’ ‘I saved your life. Now I want payback. I want you to take me to Dhawan.’ ‘My God, you’re a feisty bitch.’ ‘I don’t like that word.’ ‘What? Bitch?’ ‘No. God. If He is up there He’s not minding the store. There’s evil being unleashed somewhere in the world. What happened here today is just the start.’ ‘Very melodramatic but you’ve given me no evidence so far.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 16 www.davidstedman.co.uk Shan considered for a few seconds. Then she said: ‘I’ll give you the first piece of evidence. I’ve discovered the code name.’ ‘What? The code name of this so-called plot.’ ‘Yes.’ ‘What is it? ‘It’s called Ocean Sunburst.’

5 Capitol Building, Washington DC, January 20th Linda Marquez tried to concentrate on the throng of dignitaries waiting to be checked in the security annexe. She could not. Her thoughts were in Hawaii. She realised that President Logan was speaking to her. He said: ‘I shouldn’t have to be searched. I’m the goddamn Pres- ident.’ Before Linda could respond, Martina Logan said: ‘That’s why it’s more important for you to do the right thing, because you are the President. Another few minutes and you will no longer be the President. Everyone has to be searched for concealed weapons. Linda is only doing her job, faithfully and correctly, as she has always done. Don’t be such a grouch.’ Logan said: ‘Great! Now I’m going to be stuck in retirement with you all day.’ ‘You should be so lucky. I shouldn’t.’ Without further protest Logan walked through the arch of the body scanner and allowed a Marine sergeant to pat down his pockets. The pat down was more ceremonial than rigorous. The sergeant handed back the Presidential cell phone, spectacles and other items that might have contained a concealed weapon. Logan looked at Linda. He was contrite for his grumpiness and called Linda over. ‘Still no word from Hawaii about Chris?’ ‘No, sir. I’m worried sick.’ ‘Let me tell you something. The last order I have issued as President was to instruct the state governor of Hawaii to find out what has happened to Chris and let you know as soon as possible.’ ‘You shouldn’t have done that, sir. You, and he, have more important things to think about.’ ‘They’ll be important things for Elaine Brady to worry about very soon. I haven’t forgotten, and I never will, that if it wasn’t for you and Chris I would not be here to grouch about anything. That’s why I asked you to take the ceremonial duty of leading us out to the inauguration instead of some anonymous military or naval officer selected by others.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 17 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘I’m very honoured, sir.’ ‘You’ve earned it.’ Logan looked around. ‘Here comes the next President and she has to follow me so I guess we better go.’ Linda led President Logan and Martina Logan out of the secure assembly area, down a flight of marble stairs and out on to the Inaugural Platform. It was constructed on Capitol Hill and on the west side of the Capitol itself. Despite her worry about her husband, Linda was dazzled and distracted by the immense spectacle. Thousands of people were crowded along the National Mall as far away as the soaring needle of the Washington Monument. Multi-tiered viewing platforms had been constructed on either side of the platform and, straight in front and about fifty metres away, a tall platform gantry from where television cameras would transmit the inauguration ceremony around the world. Guarding the front of the Inaugural Platform was a clear bulletproof screen. Behind the platform, hanging from the Capitol Building, were four Stars and Stripes, the biggest flags Linda had ever seen. She said: ‘It’s breath-taking, Mr President. Thank you for inviting me.’ Logan led them over to where two former Presidents and their families were waiting. The atmosphere among the former political rivals was cordial and surprisingly relaxed. Logan looked at the podium. He said: ‘I can’t believe its eight years since I put my hand on the Lin- coln Bible and took the oath of office. The time’s gone in a flash. The oath is only thirty five words but I was so nervous I could hardly get them out.’ The introductory speeches started and, despite her fascination with the view and the occasion, Linda could not stop worrying about Chris. Throughout the ceremony she surrep- titiously checked her cell phone for messages. She looked around for any immediate threats, even though the security precautions had been as rigorous as humanly possible. She had seen the outgoing President and First Lady safely through eight years and such caution had become a habit. Religious leaders offered prayers for the new President and a university choir, perched precariously on a platform above the assembly, sang a hymn. The incoming Vice-President took the oath of office and then President-elect Elaine Brady walked on to the platform to be inaugurated. Directly after the brief ceremony, and before Brady began her acceptance speech, the thunderous sound of an artillery gun salute came rolling across the National Mall. The distant sound almost masked a strange hissing noise, like air being expelled by force, from somewhere behind Linda. Linda looked around to see a member of her security team dragging down an ageing senator. The senator, eyes rolling and mouth spitting phlegm, was shouting: ‘We’ll get to you, Brady, wherever you are. It’s a new land. A new land!’ There was a collective gasp from the thousands of spectators which made Linda look back. Joe Logan had collapsed on to his knees, then he pitched forward on to his face. Martina Logan cried out her husband’s name. Linda ignored the fracas behind them and knelt down beside Logan. She noticed a thin silver needle, about four centimetres long, sticking in Logan’s

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 18 www.davidstedman.co.uk neck. Instinct told her to pull out the needle, then she pinched the skin around the entry point until blood appeared. Linda bent down and sucked out the blood. She sucked and spat until the emergency medical team arrived. ‘What happened?’ one of the medical team asked Linda. ‘I think he’s been poisoned by a dart or something. There it is. You’re wearing surgical gloves. Pick it up and don’t contaminate the evidence. It must have been poisoned. Something that thin could not cause a grown man to collapse otherwise.’ Logan was turned on to his back and an oxygen mask clamped over his face. One of the paramedics said: ‘Okay, he’s still alive but his pulse is weak. We’ll take over now.’ The medical team jostled Linda aside. She stood up. Her legs were shaky. Elaine Brady was glaring at her. Brady walked over and said: ‘What just happened?’ ‘I’m not sure, mam. I heard a sort of hissing sound and then President Logan collapsed. I saw some sort of needle sticking out of his neck so I pulled it out and sucked out the poison, if it was poison.’ President Logan was lifted on to a gurney and wheeled away. Martina Logan was holding his hand. Brady asked: ‘Poison? What makes you think he was poisoned?’ ‘It was an instinct. It seemed logical.’ ‘A logical instinct? Are you medically trained, captain?’ ‘Only in basic lifesaving, mam.’ Brady said: ‘You were responsible for President Logan’s safety. For all our safety.’ ‘I’m well aware of that. I . . .’ Brady turned to the Director of the Secret Service. She said: ‘Place Captain Marquez in custody.’ ‘Wait a second,’ Linda said. ‘It was the senator behind me who caused this. You can’t have me arrested for something of which I had no knowledge.’ ‘In case you hadn’t noticed, captain, I am now your President and I am instructing your superior to place you in custody pending an inquiry.’ The head of the Secret Service said: ‘But, mam, you can’t possible suspect that Captain Marquez is in any way responsible for this?’ ‘It’s a precaution. Perhaps Captain Marquez was involved in some way. From what that senator was babbling it sounded like that needle was meant for me.’ Brady turned back to Linda. ‘This is a national embarrassment in front of the whole world. After this debacle your career in the Secret Service is over.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 19 www.davidstedman.co.uk 6 Jogeshwari Conference Centre, Mumbai, January 20th Premendra Dhawan toured the conference centre searching for Mohana Raval. He could not find Mohana but he found his son backstage. Prem was not surprised to see Rakesh talking to an attractive young woman. Prem recognised her as the assistant manager of the conference centre. The two were clearly enjoying each other’s company. Prem was reluctant to interrupt but he did so anyway. He asked: ‘Rakesh, have you seen Mohana?’ Rakesh reluctantly dragged his attention away from the assistant manager. ‘No. What’s wrong?’ Prem did not have a specific reason so he said: ‘She’ll be wanted on stage soon for the election results. Where did she go?’ ‘I’m not sure. That chap Chopra said she had to go to an urgent meeting.’ The assistant manager, uncomfortable, said: ‘So do I. Excuse me.’ Rakesh watched appreciatively as she walked away. Prem shook his head. ‘It’s time you grew up and settled down to take your responsibilities as a man, find a wife and start a family.’ ‘I was trying. Didn’t you notice?’ ‘Yes, you try hard. You attract these women and then find out they are not good enough for the great Flight Lieutenant Dhawan.’ Rakesh sighed. ‘Not everyone is as lucky as you have been, first to find love with mother, bless her soul, and then again with Mohana.’ ‘It is not “luck”, boy, but an open-hearted willingness to accept another person as they are, not the perfect goddess of your imagination. You trade on your good looks to seduce these women but your attitude thereafter is juvenile.’ ‘Please, dad, spare me another lecture. You said you are looking for Mohana?’ ‘Yes, I’ve looked everywhere for her. I wish she had told me where she was going. It’s not like her to go off without letting me know.’ ‘I’m sure she must be very busy, father. She’ll show up soon. In fact, here she is now.’ Prem turned around. ‘Mohana! There you are. Where did you get to?’ Mohana stopped and stared straight ahead. It was if she was looking through Prem. Af- ter a few seconds she said: ‘I’m sorry. What did you say?’ ‘I asked where you have been.’ ‘Umm, I had to go to an urgent meeting.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 20 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘What about?’ ‘Oh, nothing much. Party business. Very dull.’ Prem looked at Mohana critically. ‘You realise that, as head of India’s intelligence service, I’m trained to tell when someone is ill at ease and not telling the truth. Are you all right? You seem pale and very distracted.’ ‘Do I? It must be the news about President Logan. The thought of a fellow politician being attacked in such a manner is frightening. Have you heard any more about his condition?’ ‘No. I tried to call Linda Marquez but she is not answering. I pray that President Logan is spared. He is a good man.’ ‘I join you in such a prayer, Premendra.’ ‘I’m sorry if I was sharp with you. I am worried about you.’ Mohana took Prem’s hand. ‘You must not worry about me. We are all at the mercy of fate. Soon we will know what mine is to be.’ Deepak Chopra joined them and said: ‘Sorry to interrupt, Minister. The returning officer asks you to join the others on stage for the election results.’ Mohana kissed Prem. ‘Wish me luck.’ She followed Chopra out on to the stage. Prem beckoned his son to join him in the wings and pointed out to the brightly lit conference hall. Prem said: ‘Rakesh, look at that delegate in the light tan suit sitting in the middle of the fifth row.’ Rakesh looked out at the delegates. Most had resumed their seats for the results of the election. ‘Do you see who I mean, Rakesh?’ ‘Yes. What about him?’ ‘His name is Mirza. He is very agitated. He is sweating and restless. He hates Mohana. He has been touring the conference centre spouting threats against her and asking other delegates not to vote for Mohana. I’m fearful that when the result of the election is announced and Mohana wins, Mirza might do something silly.’ ‘You mean violent?’ ‘Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.’ ‘Then arrest him or have him expelled. You have the authority.’ ‘That’s the problem. I have no legal reason to take action against him. He is an officially sanctioned delegate. If I, as Mohana’s future husband, took such high-handed action, the political fallout for her would be damaging, to say the least.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 21 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘But if he has made threats against Mohana then surely that is a legal reason.’ Prem shrugged. ‘The threats have not been specific. I have ordered a couple ofmy agents to sit near Mirza. I am asking you, if you see him taking any suspicious action, to distract him or shout a warning.’ Rakesh shook his head in disgust. ‘You are too soft, father. I would have him removed.’ ‘It is not illegal to detest someone, even Mohana. If respect for the law is being too soft then I am guilty. That peremptory attitude of yours will get you in trouble one day. Just watch Mirza.’ The returning officer called the three candidates forward to the front of the stage. He adjusted the microphone and said: ‘I’m sure you are all eager to hear the result of the leadership election so, without further ado, here it is. For Johar Bhasin, eighty eight votes. For Mandeep Chawla, one hundred and forty three votes. For Mohana Raval, two hundred and sixteen votes. I therefore declare that Mohana Raval is the leader-elect of the Naee Subah Party.’ Prem smiled, although he felt a strange mixture of pride and regret. He whispered to Rakesh: ‘She’s done it. She was hoping for an overall majority to avoid problems later but it’s a workable majority.’ They looked up when a shout of ‘No! No woman must lead our great party!’ echoed around the hall. Mirza, with surprising agility, had edged out of his row of seats and was running towards the stage. Other delegates attempted to grab him but he broke free. He picked up an empty water bottle and waved it above his head. Rakesh sprinted for the stage. Mirza reached the edge of the stage and clambered up. He shouted angrily and made to strike Mo- hana with the bottle. Rakesh, running at full tilt, barged into Mirza. At the same instant two gunshots echoed around the hall. Rakesh and Mirza, grappling, toppled off the stage. Rakesh, winded, landed on top. Instead of struggling, Mirza lay still. Rakesh saw blood seeping from under Mirza’s body. Horrified, Rakesh thrust himself away from the body. There was uproar all around. Prem reached his side and knelt down. Rakesh said: ‘What happened? All I did was tackle him. What is going on here?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Prem said. ‘Are you injured?’ ‘No, no. Winded and bruised but I’m okay.’ ‘I’ll get you medical help. It’s chaos in here.’ Prem looked up to the stage. Mohana was walking off. Prem said to Rakesh: ‘Take it easy. I’ll be back in a few minutes.’ Prem stepped up on to the stage and followed Mohana. She had already disappeared into the maze of corridors backstage. He glimpsed her and called out: ‘Mohana! Wait! Where are you going?’ Mohana stopped and looked back. ‘I have to go somewhere.’ Prem said: ‘Go somewhere? You can’t leave. Rakesh saved your life, your supporters will expect you to stay, not to mention the police. Mirza is dead. This is murder.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 22 www.davidstedman.co.uk Over her shoulder Mohana called: ‘I’ll be back soon.’ She walked away. Prem was torn between following Mohana and his concern for Rakesh. He went back to the auditorium. Rakesh was being treated by paramedics despite his insistence that he was unhurt. He shooed them away and stood up. Prem said: ‘It was very brave, to tackle Mirza like that. Thank you.’ ‘You would have done the same.’ ‘Yes, if I wasn’t middle aged and minus one arm.’ ‘Is Mohana all right?’ ‘Physically, yes, but she insists she has to go somewhere.’ ‘Where?’ ‘I don’t know. She is behaving oddly.’ ‘It may be the strain of her campaign, the shock of being elected.’ ‘I don’t think so. Mohana is an experienced campaigner and top level minister. Nothing much upsets her.’ Police had arrived in force. The person suspected of shooting Mirza had been taken away. Prem did not know who the suspect was but would soon use his position as head of intelligence services to find out. He said: ‘If you are all right I will find Mohana and try to ascertain what is wrong.’ ‘Yes, I’m okay, dad. You take care of Mohana.’ Before Prem moved Deepak Chopra appeared. ‘Mr Dhawan, sir. Minister Raval has left.’ ‘Left?’ Prem said. ‘You mean left the conference centre?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Did she say where she was going?’ ‘No, sir. I asked her but all she would say is that she would be back soon. She ordered that her ministerial car be brought up and she was driven away.’ ‘She should not have left. The police will need to question her as a material witness to Mirza’s killing. I’ll call her.’ Prem took out his cell phone. Mohana’s cell phone was switched off. Rakesh said: ‘There are some strange events happening. What is going on?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Prem replied, ‘but I intend to find out.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 23 www.davidstedman.co.uk 7 Cabin 23, Pokapahu Motel, Hawaii, January 23rd Jin-Ho Sook lay on the bed swigging from a beer bottle. Suddenly he ordered his two accomplices, and the call girls, to be quiet. He reached over to the bedside cabinet and switched off the CD player. He listened for a moment and asked: ‘Was that a knock on the door?’ Jeong Hun was laying on the other bed snuggling with two hookers. He said dreamily: ‘I didn’t hear anything.’ One of the girls giggled. ‘You three talk funny. What are you, Chinese or something?’ She pouted. ‘Come on, you said you were leaving tomorrow and this was a party. Let’s have another drink. Is there any weed left?’ Roh Doo-Hwan, reclining in the armchair with a hooker on his lap, said sleepily: ‘I heard something. Somebody pushed an envelope under the door.’ Sook slid off the bed, went to the door and picked up the envelope. Jeong Hun took a swig of whisky from the bottle and said: ‘What’s in it? Open it up.’ Sook lifted a blind slat and peered out at the parking lot and the grounds beyond. ‘I can’t see anyone out there.’ He tore open the envelope. Inside was a banknote. He held it up. ‘It’s a hundred dollar bill. There’s writing on it. It says: “I have a job for you. Plenty more money”. It’s written in Korean.’ Jeong Hun said eagerly: ‘More money? That’s what we’re here for. What else does it say?’ ‘Nothing.’ A knock on the door. Sook kept the chain on the latch while he opened the door a crack. Christopher Wyatt kicked in the door. Sook tumbled backwards. Wyatt shot him in the knee. Sook screamed in agony. Wyatt stepped into the cabin and said: ‘You girls get out.’ He took back the hundred dollar bill from Sook’s trembling fingers. The three call girls hastily grabbed their clothes and purses and made their escape, not caring they were half-naked. Sook was rolling on the floor clutching his leg. Wyatt flapped his hand to clear the mar- ijuana smoke. ‘Quite a fog. You guys must suffer from glaucoma badly.’ Jeong Hun shouted at Wyatt. Wyatt said: ‘I’m sorry, old chap, I don’t speak Korean. Do any of you speak English?’ Roh Doo-Hwan had woken up. ‘I do,’ he replied. ‘Who the fuck are you? What do you want?’ ‘I’m here on behalf of a friend. You have something she treasures and she wants it back.’ ‘What the fuck you talking about?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 24 www.davidstedman.co.uk Wyatt noticed Jeong Hun’s hand sliding towards a gun on the bedside cabinet. Wyatt shot him in the foot. Jeong Hun screamed. Wyatt said: ‘Where is all the loot?’ ‘Loot?’ Roh Doo-Hwan said. ‘What is loot?’ ‘All the stuff you stole from dead people, or live people before shooting them dead.’ ‘You’re crazy.’ ‘You’re right, you piece of shit, I am crazy, so show me the loot before I kill you all.’ Wyatt aimed his pistol at Doo-Hwan’s head. Doo-Hwan pointed to a sports bag stashed in the corner of the room. Wyatt watched the Koreans carefully as he picked up the bag and hefted it on to Jeong Hun’s bed. He sifted through the jewellery, wallets, banknotes, cell phones and cameras until he found Shan Vero- nesi’s watch. He held it up in mock triumph. ‘Here it is! Thanks for looking after it.’ ‘Fuck off,’ Doo-Hwan said. ‘That’s exactly what I intend to do,’ Wyatt said. ‘Before I do, you are going to tell me who you are working for. Translate that for me.’ There was no response. Wyatt looked down at Jin-Ho Sook. ‘Who are you working for?’ Jin-Ho Sook turned his face away and spat on the carpet. Wyatt shot him in the other knee. Wyatt said: ‘What are those black watches you’re wearing. What’s that all about? Trans- late.’ Doo-Hwan said: ‘If we tell you anything we’re as good as dead anyway.’ ‘Take off your watch and throw it to me.’ Doo-Hwan hesitated. A squeal of brakes from the parking lot as two squad cars pulled up. Wyatt said: ‘Okay, you can tell the police about the watches. I’m leaving by the back way. Nice talking to you guys.’ He looked at Roh Doo-Hwan. ‘In case you were thinking of making a run for it, or re- sisting arrest, here’s another piece of loot on behalf of all the innocent people you’ve killed.’ He shot Doo-Hwan in the leg. Wyatt went into the bathroom and climbed out the window as the police officers, gal- vanised by the gunshot, burst through the front door. Wyatt walked out of the motel grounds. He did not enjoy shooting people and usually it gave him troubled dreams but, but in this case, he thought he would sleep easily.

8 Verderena Grand Hotel, Lisbon, Portugal, January 24th Jazmin Isaacs was admitted to the penthouse suite by the Secret Service detail. She

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 25 www.davidstedman.co.uk found President Elaine Brady restlessly pacing up and down. It was nearly midnight. Brady said, as much to herself as to Isaacs: ‘This was a mistake.’ ‘What was?’ Isaacs asked. ‘Coming here for over a week when there are so many problems piling up at home.’ Isaacs put down her laptop on the coffee table and went over to the window. She watched, fascinated, as the ships and ferries moved up and down the River Tagus. She said: ‘I must have been a sailor in a previous life. This is a great hotel. You can see the sweep of the river and the lights of the city from here. Why don’t you relax and come and enjoy the view?’ ‘Screw the view,’ Brady said. ‘Our people think I am running away from the problems.’ Isaacs reluctantly resumed her role as calming influence. ‘They will not think you’re running away. Coming to the G8 conference with these other world leaders makes you look statesmanlike, like you’re getting a grip on world affairs. Foreign affairs is where your record is weak.’ Brady grimaced. ‘Thanks for reminding me. In case you hadn’t noticed, there have been two more earthquakes back home, one offshore and one in the middle of America. The coast of Alaska has been hit by a tidal wave and the earthquake in Oklahoma has virtually destroyed an entire city, and here we are discussing tariffs and interest rates or some such shit.’ ‘The Vice President has gone to Hawaii and will also visit Alaska and Oklahoma as soon as he can. There is no need for panic Madam President.’ ‘I’ve asked you not to call me that, not when we’re alone. Makes me sound like I’m running a bordello. There is panic, panic all over the States. Isn’t there anything to be done about this spate of earthquakes and tidal waves?’ ‘No. The experts assure me that such events are beyond human control. They say tectonic plates are shifting, as they do periodically, and all we can do is limit and repair the damage as best we can. You have already authorised a multi-billion dollar package for rebuilding and repair. What more can we do?’ Brady shook her head. ‘It’s almost like America is under attack.’ ‘It might seem that way but it is simply a natural phenomenon. Other countries have been affected by this tectonic shift, especially by tsunamis. Japan, Indonesia, they’ve been hit. Even Britain and Ireland have suffered minor earthquakes.’ Brady grunted, unimpressed by the troubles of other countries. ‘All we could do domestically is close down fracking sites. That might reassure the populace.’ Isaacs made a dismissive sound. ‘You campaigned as a big supporter of fracking, to make America self-sufficient in energy and free us from the blackmail of certain oil rich countries. To close down fracking would be tantamount to admitting that it’s not safe. It’s never been proved that fracking causes earth tremors. To stop fracking would be a big U-turn and

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 26 www.davidstedman.co.uk make you look indecisive and weak.’ ‘I suppose you’re right. You’re usually right. It’s irritating.’

‘Don’t think like that. We’re a good team.’ She sat down on the sofa and opened her laptop. ‘I’ve been studying the preliminary intelligence report on the Logan incident. You’ve had a long day. Do you want to go through it now?’ Brady nodded. ‘How is Logan?’ ‘He’s pulled through. He’s out of danger.’ ‘Was that poisoned needle meant for me?’ ‘Despite what the demented senator shouted we don’t think so. The weapon did not have the range to fire the needle far enough to strike you.’ ‘Pretty feeble weapon.’ ‘Not so feeble. It nearly finished off Logan.’ ‘What the hell sort of weapon was it?’ ‘It was shaped like a cell phone but there was a tiny gas canister within the phone which was the power source needed to eject the needle from the orifice where the charger jack is inserted. The materials used to make the weapon fooled our security scanners. Guns firing bullets have been made in the guise of cell phones and cameras for years, so we were ready for those, and everyone entering the inauguration platform, without exception, was rigorously checked for such weapons, but this needle gun was entirely new. The FBI think it was purpose made for the inauguration. It was pretty useless for anything other than very close range work. There is evidence that it was manufactured in North Korea.’ ‘Why am I not surprised? Those maniacs having been trying to harm us for decades. What about this senator who fired the thing? The whole country, including me, wants answers about him and why he went rogue.’ Isaacs checked her laptop notes. ‘Senator Miller of Wisconsin refuses to say anything. Psychiatrists have diagnosed him as mentally ill and suffering the early stages of dementia. He is also suffering from advanced pancreatic cancer. He is over seventy years old and has only weeks to live. The Feds traced a payment of one million dollars to his wife. It was paid into an offshore bank account. Other than saying something like “they can get to anyone if they want to” he refuses to say why he did it.’ ‘Who are “they”?’ ‘Still unknown. It could be simply voices in his head.’ ‘He shouted something about a “new land”. What did he mean by that?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 27 www.davidstedman.co.uk Isaacs shrugged. ‘Miller was a strong supporter of President Logan. We assume he meant that you, his political opposite, is going to turn America into a new land that isn’t to his liking. Or whoever is controlling him.’ Brady considered the reply and then asked: ‘Who made the cell phone gas gun?’ ‘Unknown. Apart from the signs of North Korean involvement we can’t be sure. The investigation is ongoing and intensive.’ ‘Whoever and whatever, it doesn’t look good. I’m as mad as hell that my inauguration was despoiled by this craziness. It’s a goddamn shambles. How do we avoid any blame or any accusations of incompetence attaching to my administration?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Isaacs said. ‘Any ideas?’ Brady lowered her voice as if someone might overhear. ‘Yes, a certain Secret Service captain was responsible for President Logan’s safety.’ ‘You mean Captain Marquez?’ ‘Yes. Wasn’t she also responsible for many of the security procedures at the inauguration ceremony?’ ‘Yes, but it was Marquez who insisted that everyone, including Logan himself, be searched and everything they were carrying be subjected to X-ray and security scanners. Mill- er’s cell phone weapon fooled all the scanners. From what I’ve been told, Marquez made a nuisance of herself with the other security services trying to ensure that everything possible was done to keep you and everyone else safe.’ ‘Hmm, perhaps she was covering her own tracks.’ ‘Oh, come on, Elaine. That’s a long stretch.’ ‘Is Marquez helping with the inquiry?’ ‘Yes, of course. She is under virtual house arrest, ordered not to leave Washington.’ ‘We need a scapegoat, Jazmin, a sacrificial lamb. I’m willing to throw Marquez to the wolves to save my administration from a stain like this so early in my term. Does that shock you?’ Isaacs shook her head. ‘Not at all. We’ve worked damn hard for years to get where we are and I want to achieve as much as we can now we’re in a position to do so. There is just one problem about shifting the blame on to Marquez.’ ‘What’s that?’ ‘The poison used on the needle was extracted and purified from the Australian Eastern Brown snake. The natural venom contains both neurotoxins and blood coagulants but in this purified form a tiny drop is sufficient to kill an adult human within minutes but needs a few seconds to enter the blood stream. This was a good guess by Marquez. The medics report that

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 28 www.davidstedman.co.uk her swift action in sucking out the poison from Logan’s neck saved his life.’ ‘How many people have read that medical report?’ ‘Very few. It’s top secret.’ ‘Okay, keep the medical report top secret. I want Marquez placed under constant surveillance. I want you to investigate every aspect of her life, past and present, to find any dirt you can.’ Isaacs shook her head. ‘That’s going to be tough. Both President Logan and Martina Logan have nothing but praise for her. She has an unblemished service record. You’ve already seen her top secret history. She’s a Presidential Medal of Freedom winner.’ Elaine Brady considered whether to inform Isaacs about Trident but decided to honour Logan’s request for secrecy. Logan’s report, for her eyes only, on what Trident had achieved was impressive. Perhaps Trident could be useful one day but Marquez was expendable. She said: ‘That award makes her higher profile, a bigger target, and public anger at her perceived betrayal will be even more intense. Jazmin, to save ourselves, we must destroy Marquez.’

9 Caroma Beach Resort Hotel, Goa, India, January 29th Shan Veronesi looked around the spacious hotel lobby and said: ‘I can tell that your friend Premendra Dhawan believes in the finest things in life.’ Christopher Wyatt smiled. ‘He’s certainly done himself proud with this place. Appar- ently it was once a palace, built by the former Portuguese overlords of Goa. It’s pretty swanky but too ornate for my taste.’’ ‘I can’t wait to see my room,’ Shan said. ‘Unfortunately, you are not staying here. You are staying in one of the much cheaper tourist hotels in a much less exclusive area.’ Wyatt smiled again at the look of disappointment on Shan’s face. He said: ‘What did you expect? It’s a matter of security. You saw all the security precautions around the grounds. Prem is head of India’s intelligence services and Mohana is more than likely going to be the next prime minister of India. They need somewhere safe and private for the marriage ceremony. Prem has booked the entire hotel for his family and Mohana’s family and their special guests, such as colleagues and friends and my wife and I. You do not fall into any of those categories.’ ‘Couldn’t you get me in?’ ‘No,’ Wyatt said firmly. ‘I’ll check in and contact Prem. I’ll explain to the staff, and Prem’s security team, that you’re with me. Carrying your stuff in that backpack, they might think, at worst, you’re a suicide bomber or, at best, a gap year interloper.’ They went over to the reception desk. Shan said: ‘I hope the food is as good as the ar-

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 29 www.davidstedman.co.uk chitecture. I’m starving.’ ‘You can appreciate the architecture but I doubt whether you’ll get to try the food.’ ‘You have a cruel streak, Sergeant Wyatt, but I forgive you for finding my watch. You still haven’t told me where you found it.’ ‘I told you the bad guys must have dropped it. It was lying in the grass.’ ‘And you’re lying as well.’ Wyatt handed his documents to the receptionist. She said: ‘Ah, Mr Wyatt. You are in room thirty eight. I will have your suitcase taken to your room. Mr Dhawan requests that you go straight up to his suite.’ Wyatt turned to Shan. ‘You make yourself comfortable down here in the lobby. Don’t make a nuisance of yourself and wait to be called, if Prem agrees to see you.’ Shan threw Wyatt a mock salute. Wyatt said: ‘I’ll arrange a sandwich and coffee for you.’ ‘Your generosity overwhelms me.’ Wyatt took the elevator to the top floor and was surprised to find Premendra Dhawan waiting for him as the doors opened. ‘Christopher!’ Prem exclaimed. ‘It is wonderful to see you again, my old friend.’ They embraced warmly. ‘It’s good to see you again, Prem.’ ‘Come along. My suite is this way. I have a little surprise for you.’ ‘Really? What is it?’ Prem opened the door to his suite and invited Wyatt to enter. Over at the window, gazing at the Indian Ocean, was Linda Marquez. Wyatt’s heart leapt with excitement. ‘Linda! What a beautiful surprise.’ Linda Marquez kissed and embraced her husband. She said: ‘I thought I’d lost you. I thought I’d never see you again.’ She held on to him for a long time. Wyatt sensed that Linda was under some considerable strain other than relief that he had survived a tsunami. He said: ‘I thought you were stuck in Washington. How did you get away?’ ‘They gave me compassionate leave.’ ‘How is President Logan?’ ‘He’s on the mend but it was a close run thing.’ ‘Why didn’t you let me know you could get away?’ ‘I wanted to surprise you.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 30 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘You look tired. Are you all right?’ ‘Now you’re here, yes.’ Prem said: ‘Would either of you like something to drink? Tea or coffee?’ He lowered his voice. ‘Here we are, Trident together again.’ Wyatt looked around the room anxiously. ‘Don’t worry, Christopher. I scanned the suite for bugs personally and my team did so as well. We are perfectly secure. I wanted to talk to you two about Trident while we have an opportunity to be alone. Linda was telling me that the new President, Elaine Brady, is sceptical about Trident.’ Linda nodded. ‘She was scathing about the whole idea although she swore to keep the arrangement secret, even from her sidekick Jazmin Isaacs.’ ‘So not much support there,’ Prem said. ‘If Mohana becomes Prime Minister then I will have to tell her. I’m not sure how she will react. I hate to keep such a secret from her but we gave our word.’ ‘Perhaps the whole thing will fall apart,’ Wyatt said. ‘At least my Prime Minister is still on board, although I haven’t seen him in person for several weeks.’ ‘Time will tell,’ Prem said. ‘Let’s move on to happier themes. Mohana is very much looking forward to meeting you both.’ ‘And we are looking forward to meeting her,’ Linda said. ‘She must be quite a woman to have won your heart, Prem. You deserve such happiness after all you’ve been through.’ ‘I am a lucky man. Although I am worried about Mohana.’ ‘Why is that?’ Wyatt asked. ‘Well, she was elected as her party leader and that caused the abortive attack by the disgruntled Mirza, who was himself shot dead.’ Wyatt said: ‘Have you found out why Mirza was shot?’ ‘No. Despite intensive interrogation the assassin refuses to say anything. He is a local gangster and we suspect he was hired, at the last minute, to kill Mirza and I believe he does not know why he was hired to do it. Ever since that incident Mohana has been acting oddly.’ ‘In what way?’ Linda said. ‘She is constantly distracted, faraway, as if she had some huge problem weighing on her mind.’ ‘Perhaps it’s the thought of marrying you,’ Wyatt joked. ‘Perhaps it is,’ Prem said wistfully.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 31 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘I didn’t mean that, Prem. I’m teasing you, but perhaps marriage and the prospect of the responsibility of leading a huge country like India is daunting.’ ‘That may be part of the reason but there is something else. I ask her if everything is all right, if there is anything she is worried about, but she assures me she is fine, but it is as if she has moved a long way away from me.’ There was a knock on the door. ‘Come in,’ Prem called. Rakesh Dhawan entered, a broad grin on his face. Prem said: ‘You remember my son, Rakesh.’ ‘How could we ever forget?’ Linda said. She greeted Rakesh with a kiss on the cheek. Wyatt shook his hand. ‘It’s good to see you again, Flight Lieutenant, and in much more comfortable circumstances than we last met.’ ‘I was more than happy to help out, sergeant. And congratulations to you, Captain Mar- quez, on your promotion.’ ‘Thank you, Rakesh, although I’m not sure congratulations are in order.’ Rakesh frowned. ‘Is everything okay with you?’ ‘Yes. I’m sorry, Rakesh. Forget what I said.’ Rakesh turned to his father. ‘Mohana sent me to see if you are ready to introduce her to your guests here.’ ‘Yes,’ Prem said. ‘Please ring and ask her to join us.’ Mohana arrived ten minutes later. Prem was surprised that she was wearing a navy blue business suit over a pale blue blouse. He said: ‘I thought you were on leave.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Mohana asked. ‘Nothing. Mohana, let me introduce you to my very good friends Linda Marquez and Christopher Wyatt.’ Mohana offered her hand. ‘I’m delighted to meet you both. Prem talks about you often.’ ‘As he does about you.’ Linda said. ‘Congratulations on being elected as party leader.’ ‘Thank you.’ Wyatt said: ‘Let me add my congratulations for that, and for making my friend Prem very happy.’ Mohana looked at her soon-to-be husband. ‘I hope I will continue to make him happy.’ There was an awkward silence, broken when Rakesh said gaily: ‘This calls for champagne. Is it too early?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 32 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Not for me,’ Wyatt said. ‘Excellent,’ Rakesh said. ‘I’ll open the bubbly and book us lunch in the restaurant.’ ‘Not for me,’ Mohana said. ‘I apologise but I have a meeting in a few minutes.’ Prem said: ‘A meeting? You are supposed to be on holiday.’ ‘Yes, but it’s something unavoidable.’ ‘What is it?’ ‘Oh, party business.’ ‘Can’t it wait? My friends have travelled a long way to meet you and share this happy occasion. Can’t you at least reschedule your meeting and have lunch with us?’ Mohana looked at her watch. ‘I have to go.’ She turned to Linda and Wyatt. ‘I’m so sorry I have to rush off. I’ll catch up with you later.’ Mohana left. Prem was visibly upset. He said: ‘You see how she is behaving? It’s like she has changed into a different person since being elected leader. Perhaps I am not good enough for her anymore?’ Wyatt said: ‘Are we still having lunch? I’m starving.’ Linda punched him on the arm. ‘Don’t be an insensitive oaf.’ Prem managed a smile. ‘Don’t worry, Linda. I am well versed in Christopher’s very English and very military sense of humour in order to defuse tension with banter. Do you mind if we have a light lunch sent up here? I have lost my appetite.’ ‘Yes, of course,’ Linda said. Wyatt said: ‘Prem, to take your mind off things, perhaps this might be a suitable time to introduce you to a friend I’ve brought with me.’ ‘You mean the beautiful young girl you arrived with who is waiting downstairs?’ ‘Yes. How did you know?’ ‘Of course I know. The security here is watertight. I was told you had arrived with a female companion.’ Wyatt looked at Linda warily. ‘Your friend?’ Linda said ominously. ‘A beautiful young girl?’ ‘Yes, I told you about her. She saved my life in Hawaii. She is anxious to meet Prem.’ ‘You didn’t mention that she was beautiful.’ ‘I haven’t noticed.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 33 www.davidstedman.co.uk Linda said: ‘You’re such a liar, Wyatt. I don’t understand why I love you so much.’ Rakesh said: ‘If she is a beautiful girl, I’d love to meet her.’ Prem said: ‘I’ll have her sent up. You are right, Christopher, it will take my mind off whatever is going on with Mohana.’ Wyatt said: ‘When you hear what this girl has to say, I can guarantee it will take your mind off many things.’

10 Caroma Beach Resort Hotel, Goa, India, January 29th Shan Veronesi entered Premendra Dhawan’s suite with a sense of trepidation. Her trepidation increased when she saw the group of people waiting to meet her. Christopher Wyatt was smiling with encouragement but, apart from Dhawan, she had not expected anyone else to be present. There was a beautiful Hispanic woman in her early thirties, whom Shan guessed was Wyatt’s wife Linda Marquez. Marquez was wearing a cream coloured casual suit over a light blue shirt. It showed off her black hair, green eyes and smooth complexion to maximum effect. Shan could understand why Wyatt was constantly talking about her. Marquez looked tired and strained however, almost haunted. She was looking at Shan with a neutral expression but Shan felt she was being appraised. There was an Indian man, about her own age, who Shan realised could not be Premen- dra Dhawan. He was tall, well proportioned, with thick black hair, wide and intelligent brown eyes and, Shan thought, the most beautiful manly face she had ever seen. He was casually dressed but his expression was wary, hostile. He made no attempt to welcome her. The older man with left arm missing was the man Shan had travelled to see. He was more formally dressed, wearing a tie, but no jacket. Shan was not sure whether she was imag- ining it but Premendra Dhawan radiated an impression of keen intelligence, awareness and power. Shan was reassured that she had chosen the right person. Wyatt said: ‘Let me introduce you all to Shan Veronesi. Shan was caught up in the tsunami on Waikiki Beach. She saved my life so, Prem, I agreed to introduce her to you. She claims she has a matter of grave importance to discuss. Shan, this is my good friend and head of India’s intelligence service, Premendra Dhawan.’ Dhawan did not offer his hand in greeting so Shan said: ‘Thank you for seeing me, Mr Dhawan. It’s an honour to meet you but I have to say that I didn’t expect anyone else to be present for this meeting. What I have to tell you is extremely sensitive.’ Prem said: ‘Everyone in this room has my complete trust in all circumstances. Any information you want to impart to me can also be imparted to everyone here. This is Captain Linda Marquez of the United States Secret Service and this is my son, Rakesh.’ Linda nodded to Shan but Rakesh Dhawan made no attempt to greet her. He simply

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 34 www.davidstedman.co.uk went on staring at her. To Shan’s disappointment the expression was hostile, not appreciative. Prem went on: ‘I agreed to meet you, Miss Veronesi, for Christopher’s sake but let me remind you that I am on leave for my wedding so I urge you to be brief. If you have anything of major importance to impart you should have gone through normal channels. Let’s all sit down.’ Before Shan could speak, Rakesh said: ‘Are you Chinese?’ ‘No.’ ‘You look as if you have Chinese blood.’ ‘My mother is of Chinese heritage, my father is Italian but I was brought up mainly in England. Does it concern you that I am half-Chinese?’ ‘I want to hear what you have to say first.’ ‘Well, it’s your father I came to see, not you.’ Rakesh, with a miffed expression, sat down in an armchair. The others joined him in sitting around the coffee table. Prem said to Shan: ‘Apparently you are well aware that he and I, and Captain Marquez, are friends and colleagues. How did you know that?’ ‘As part of a previous employment I was consulted on, and had access to, certain top secret documents. I learned of the part you all had played in foiling the Diamond Heart drone attacks and decided I could approach you with trust.’ ‘Very flattering,’ Linda said. ‘What was this “previous employment”?’ ‘It was for the British government. I cannot divulge any more details.’ ‘Were you in Hawaii to follow my husband, to spy on him?’ ‘Not at all. It was a happy coincidence, or unhappy perhaps. I discovered that Chris was working in Hawaii by accident. I was there to investigate the theory I am working on and which I want to share with you. I was wary about approaching Chris but the tsunami made up my mind for me. Don’t worry, Captain Marquez, my interest in your husband is purely professional, although he is a very attractive man.’ ‘A wise decision, Miss Veronesi.’ Linda turned to Wyatt. ‘And you can wipe that stupid grin off your face. You’re not that attractive.’ Prem interrupted restlessly. ‘Let’s move on from personal jealousies to the real reason you wanted to see me, Miss Veronesi. You have just stated that you have links with the British government. If you have important information why not go to your own authorities in England or wherever.’ ‘I did, and in return I was dismissed from a job I loved.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 35 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘And what job is that?’ ‘I am a geologist and seismologist. It is my father’s vocation, he educated me in the same vocation and I have always been fascinated by the subject. I was, and am, very good at my job. Mr Dhawan, I needed to talk to someone like yourself who is at the heart of the international intelligence community, someone who has access to exactly what is going on in the world, as far as it can be known. India’s intelligence services are among the best in the free world. You co-operate closely with the USA, Europe and especially with the UK. I thought you might know something about what I have discovered or, if not, might believe what I have to say and investigate the matter.’ ‘Very well, Prem said. ‘What do you want to tell me?’ ‘Before I do, can I have assurances from all of you that this will remain completely confidential until it is decided how to proceed?’ Prem said: ‘As I have assured you, Miss Veronesi, I would trust anyone in this room with my life. Anything you tell us will be kept in confidence.’ ‘Very well,’ Shan said. ‘Have you heard of a project codenamed Ocean Sunburst?’ Prem thought for a moment. ‘No, I haven’t. What is it?’ ‘I’m not sure but I believe it is connected with the recent spate of earthquakes and tsunamis that are happening all around the world.’ Rakesh said: ‘They are entirely natural. Are you claiming they may be manmade?’ ‘Yes, it is possible.’ ‘Absolute nonsense,’ Rakesh snorted. ‘What sort of game are you playing?’ Before Shan could make a sharp reply, Prem asked: ‘How did you hear of this Ocean Sunburst project?’ ‘I heard the phrase as part of an intelligence intercept a few months ago. I was tempo- rarily assigned to SIS to advise on North Korea.’ Prem said: ‘Just to be completely clear, you mean SIS, the British secret service also known as MI6?’ ‘Yes. I was recruited because I am fluent in the Korean language and the intercepts were concerning seismology.’ ‘What was the overall purpose of this surveillance exercise?’ ‘I’m not at liberty to say.’ Rakesh snorted again. ‘How very convenient!’ Prem asked: ‘Do you believe that North Korea may have found some way of affecting the Earth’s tectonic plates, or something like that?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 36 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Yes, as unlikely as it sounds, that was the implication of the conversation I interpreted. The participants were discussing the effects of earthquakes and tsunamis and, at the end, one of them said, almost exultantly: “Ocean Sunburst will destroy spouting water and then shake the world”. The person to whom he was talking told him to shut up, very sharply, and cut the call.’ ‘So you believe that North Korea is up to something?’ ‘Yes, it’s possible.’ ‘Do you have a copy of this recording because it doesn’t make much sense? What does “destroy spouting water” mean?’ ‘That bothered me for a long time until I found out that the name Waikiki means spouting water. That is why I went to Hawaii.’ Prem said: ‘That’s interesting but hardly conclusive. Do you have any proof about this Ocean Sunburst theory?’ ‘No, I don’t.’ ‘It’s rubbish,’ Rakesh said. ‘How can you expect anyone to believe you without proof?’ Wyatt felt obliged to defend his guest. ‘I have proof. I told you that Shan saved my life, but not from the tsunami. In the aftermath of the tsunami a gang of Korean killers was robbing the dead and wounded. They would have killed me if they had found me. Shan, with great courage, talked to them in Korean and distracted them from where I was hiding.’ Linda looked at her husband in astonishment. ‘You didn’t tell me this before.’ ‘I didn’t want to worry you. You’ve had enough on your plate.’ ‘Did you report this to the authorities in Hawaii?’ ‘Yes, of course, but everyone was so shocked and distracted by the devastation that I’m not sure they believed us, or even cared.’ Wyatt looked pointedly at Rakesh. ‘I think Shan should be heard with respect and an open mind.’ Rakesh said: ‘Perhaps she is using you, Christopher. I don’t trust her.’ Shan said: ‘You don’t trust me and you don’t like me. You have made up your mind against me already. I wonder why?’ Rakesh stood up. ‘I have spent most of my career in the air force securing the safety of India’s borders against Chinese aggression. How do we know that the Chinese government didn’t send you here as some sort of plot to destabilise India, to hoodwink my father into wasting our intelligence resources on this outlandish story of yours? You might have fooled Christopher but you won’t fool me.’ Wyatt said: ‘Rakesh, you saved my life and Linda’s life once and I will forever give you respect. Shan also saved my life and I would ask you to please sit down and give her respect

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 37 www.davidstedman.co.uk with a fair hearing. I believe that the Hawaiian authorities found and arrested those three Ko- rean killers. Perhaps, after interrogation, they will yield some useful clues if Shan is right in her theory.’ Shan smiled appreciatively at Wyatt and touched her beloved Mark Jacobs watch. She did not know how Wyatt had retrieved her watch but she could guess. His secret was safe with her. ‘I certainly hope those killers will give a lead as to what is going on.’ Prem said: ‘I’m afraid that will not now be possible.’ ‘Why?’ Wyatt asked, more aggressively than he intended. ‘Because the police carrier taking them to jail was blown to smithereens. They are all dead.’ ‘How do you know that, Prem?’ ‘I receive the Hawaiian police reports about the effects and aftermath of the tsunami. Such a violent incident, obviously designed to get rid of the suspects before they could betray any secrets, is of interest to any intelligence organisation.’ Shan looked at Wyatt and asked Prem: ‘Were any police officers killed?’ ‘No. The explosion was timed to kill the killers only.’ ‘Thank goodness,’ Shan said. ‘Yes,’ Rakesh said. ‘You must be intensely relieved that your accomplices are out of the way.’ ‘That’s outrageous!’ Shan said. ‘I agree,’ Prem said. ‘You are too hot-headed, Rakesh. Please continue, Miss Veronesi.’ Shan took a few moments to compose her thoughts and said: ‘Mr Dhawan, have you heard of Project Seal?’ ‘Ah, I suspected you might be leading up to that old obsession.’ Linda asked: ‘What is Project Seal?’ Shan said: ‘I was certain that Mr Dhawan would understand what I am proposing. During the Second World War an attempt was made to develop a bomb that could artificially create earthquakes and tsunamis. It was codenamed Project Seal and was developed by the Americans in collaboration with New Zealand.’ ‘New Zealand!’ Rakesh said contemptuously. ‘There’s a major world power!’ Shan ignored the interruption. ‘The concept was judged to be practical but the bombs were never developed. Tests were conducted in New Zealand at the end of the war and the Al- lied powers wanted the tsunami bomb developed. It was hoped that such a bomb could cause huge destruction to harbours and seaports, especially in Japan. After prolonged tests it was

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 38 www.davidstedman.co.uk concluded that a tsunami could be induced but only by a line of such bombs about five miles long. The problem was that the weapon could not be controlled, or “aimed”, so to speak.’ Prem asked: ‘You believe that the basic aiming problem might have been solved, perhaps by North Korea?’ ‘Yes. If that problem has been solved, together with new developments in explosives and atomic bomb technology, and a project I have been working on, I believe the tsunami bomb could now be practical.’ ‘What is the project you have been working on?’ Wyatt asked. ‘I’m sorry, Chris, but the Official Secrets Act prevents me from telling you.’ ‘How convenient again!’ Rakesh said. Prem said: ‘All the information about Project Seal was made public several years ago. American research during the 1960s suggested that tidal waves generated by explosions was not a viable proposition.’ ‘But research by a New Zealand university in the 1990s suggested that it was. As I said, advances in explosives, nuclear energy and our understanding of geology and plate tectonics make such weapons feasible. There have been claims that the dreadful earthquake and tsunami in the Indian Ocean in 2004 was triggered by a strategically placed nuclear device.’ ‘Such claims are fantasy,’ Prem said. ‘The usual tosh that gets disseminated through the internet.’ ‘So you don’t believe my hypothesis?’ ‘No.’ ‘If my hypothesis was viable it would be of great concern to India. Your country is vulnerable. Why don’t you believe me?’ ‘I could believe you, if you provided more detail, but even if you did, I don’t believe North Korea has the technology or the infrastructure to launch such a project. What good would it do them?’ Wyatt said: ‘Having personally witnessed the carnage caused by a tsunami, I can see that such events would cause devastating consequences to any country, even the United States, if many were triggered. The North Korean missile programme has failed. Perhaps they have turned to some other way of wreaking havoc on their enemies.’ Prem said: ‘I don’t believe that North Korea has the capability to successfully develop such a project.’ Rakesh said: ‘North Korea is a client state of China. Perhaps China is behind all this. Their new strong man leader Huang Sung would love a weapon such as a tsunami bomb.’ Prem replied: ‘He has clamped down on freedom and dissent and made his distrust of

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 39 www.davidstedman.co.uk democratic nations very clear. If China was bankrolling North Korea and providing the technology then there is a possibility.’ Shan said: ‘So you believe me?’ ‘No,’ Rakesh said. ‘Perhaps,’ Prem said. ‘Other states besides China have the capability to back North Ko- rea. Russia for instance.’ Linda shook her head. ‘Isn’t Gennady Osipenkov doing the opposite of China? He is seeking much closer relations with capitalist democracies and trying to give freedom to his people. He has promised free elections within a few years. I remember that President Logan was most impressed with Osipenkov and tried to encourage such openness. Would Osipenkov really get involved in some utterly destructive hare-brained scheme with North Korea?’ ‘It is hard to envisage,’ Prem agreed, ‘but not impossible. Shan, can you give us any more information.’ ‘Not really.’ Prem pondered for a few moments. ‘Once again I ask why you did not take this theory to the intelligence services in the UK. You said you were working for SIS. Why not take it to them?’ ‘I did. They said they would look into the possibility and checked with another expert on seismology and volcanology and he poo-poohed the whole idea. The subject was dropped and I was subsequently sacked from my research position. Since then I have been doing my own research.’ ‘What did SIS make of that reference to spouting water and Ocean Sunburst making the earth shake, or whatever it was?’ ‘They wrote it off as merely a reference to North Korea’s abortive nuclear missile programme.’ Prem asked: ‘Why did you come to me? What do you want me do to?’ ‘Two things. I want you to pass on this information about Ocean Sunburst to the intelligence services in Britain and the USA. Coming from a fellow operative with your stature, rather than a young female nuisance, it may be taken more seriously.’ ‘Very well. What is the second request?’ ‘That you task your own Indian experts with investigating the possibility of a tsunami bomb.’ ‘That is more difficult.’ Rakesh said: ‘That is just what China would want, to waste our time and resources on a mad theory.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 40 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘It’s not so mad,’ Prem said. ‘Shan, can you put everything you have told us in writing and send it to me.’ ‘Certainly. Give me an email address.’ ‘No, you must type it out and print it, then delete it. Write it by longhand if you prefer. Do not put anything out into the electronic ether. It will not remain confidential for more than a millisecond. Bring the report to me here, personally.’ ‘If you so wish.’ ‘Not only do I wish but I insist. Do not send anything mentioning Ocean Sunburst by electronic means. No emails, no Twitter, no Facebook, no Skype, no cell phone calls. I will issue you with a special cell phone that is completely secure from surveillance. In fact these strictures apply to all of you. Christopher and Linda are well aware of the dangers of electronic communication. Rakesh will be issued with the same type of unhackable cell phone. Is that clear to everyone? Good. Now, Miss Veronesi, perhaps you will allow me to carry on with my wedding?’ ‘Thank you for seeing me and at least half believing me. Sergeant Wyatt makes me stay in a cheap hotel. I will go back there and complete my report as soon as possible.’ Prem said: ‘Rakesh, would you escort Miss Veronesi to the lobby.’ ‘Me?’ Rakesh protested. ‘Why do I have to escort her?’ ‘Because I ask you to be a gentleman and I wish to talk to Linda and Christopher alone.’ ‘You’re cutting me out of the conversation? Why did you let me hear all this in the first place?’ ‘Because I did not know what Miss Veronesi was going to say. You should not have heard all that.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘Because you are my son and I love you dearly but, above and beyond that, you are merely a Flight Lieutenant in the Indian Air Force and not cleared to take part in any such grave matters of security.’ Rakesh stood up in a huff. ‘Come on then, Miss Veronesi, if that is your real name. I will, with great satisfaction, see you off the premises.’ Prem watched them leave and shook his head. ‘That boy,’ he said, as much to himself as to his companions. ‘Well, my Trident friends, do you believe Miss Veronesi?’ ‘Yes,’ Wyatt said, ‘but I’m biased because she saved my life and I like her.’ Linda shot Wyatt an unmistakeable warning look but then said: ‘If we do nothing then it could be gross dereliction of duty. Miss Veronesi should also be investigated.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 41 www.davidstedman.co.uk Prem smiled. ‘It’s fortunate that my security team are on the premises. Miss Veronesi’s lovely features have been recorded for face recognition technology, her fingerprints and DNA taken, her body and belongings X-rayed and scanned, and she is being followed by a surveillance team. Her background and credentials will be scrupulously investigated.’ Linda said: ‘Wow, Prem, you don’t mess around. This Ocean Sunburst claim should be passed on to the UK and USA, perhaps New Zealand, and be investigated. After all, we are Trident and that carries a lot of punch, despite the scepticism of my new President.’ ‘I agree,’ Prem said. ‘I can tell you that India has done a lot of work in the past to develop such an earthquake weapon. It was codenamed Project Arjuna but our experts deemed it unworkable. If North Korea has perfected such a device then we must do all in our power to discover what is going on.’ ‘What does Arjuna mean?’ Wyatt asked. Prem said: ‘Arjuna is a Hindu warrior. According to Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad Gita, the god Krishna made himself manifest to Arjuna with a “radiance like a thousand suns”. You may have heard the expression used by Robert Oppenheimer, who led the team to develop the atomic bomb, when he witnessed the first atomic bomb explosion. If someone has developed an earthquake bomb then what Oppenheimer quoted is even more appropriate.’ ‘Why?’ Wyatt asked. ‘What did he say?’ ‘He said: “I am become death, the shatterer of worlds”.’

11 Caroma Beach Resort Hotel, Goa, India, January 30th Christopher Wyatt and Rakesh Dhawan tried not to smile when Premendra Dhawan emerged from the bedroom. Wyatt said: ‘Prem, my old friend, you look very handsome and distinguished.’ ‘Thank you, Christopher, but you are a poor liar. As one of my supporters you are supposed to be supporting me. I suspect you are “taking the piss” as you English say. I feel like I’m in a fancy dress costume.’ ‘That’s unfair,’ Wyatt said. ‘Do you remember when I married Linda and I was dolled up in a grey morning suit with a top hat, you could hardly contain your mirth. Your long silk coat, coloured like an explosion in a paint factory, is just the same as my outfit, both traditional.’ Wyatt dissolved into laughter. ‘I’m glad you find this so amusing,’ Prem said. ‘How long have I got?’ Wyatt checked his watch. ‘Another hour and then its farewell to freedom.’ ‘And I shall be gaining a step-mother,’ Rakesh said. Wyatt said: ‘It won’t harm your air force career to have the defence minister, and probably the next prime minister, as your step-mother.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 42 www.davidstedman.co.uk Prem said: ‘Mohana will show you no favour unless you earn it, Rakesh. It’s time you were married.’ Rakesh sighed. ‘So you keep telling me, father.’ There was a knock on the door of the suite. ‘Come in,’ Prem called. Linda Marquez came in. She was wearing a sleeveless pleated midi dress in pale blue. ‘Linda,’ Wyatt said. ‘You look absolutely beautiful.’ Linda, unusually, ignored the compliment and said: ‘Prem, you had better come with me to Mohana’s suite.’ ‘Why? Is there anything wrong?’ ‘I’m afraid so. Mohana has disappeared. We cannot find her.’ Prem turned to Wyatt and Rakesh. ‘Please come with me.’ They went down in the elevator and along the corridor to Mohana’s suite. Mohana’s female friends and family members, together with Deepak Chopra, were gathered outside the suite. They made way for Prem as he entered the suite. Mohana’s sister Priyanka was waiting anxiously. ‘What is going on?’ Prem demanded, more aggressively than he intended. Priyanka said: ‘I came to help Mohana prepare about half an hour ago and her suite was empty. I waited and rang her cell phone but there was no answer. Then I noticed that some of her clothes and other things were missing but not her wedding dress.’ ‘That doesn’t sound like a kidnapping or abduction,’ Wyatt said. ‘We’ve all been looking around the hotel but no-one has seen Mohana,’ Chopra said. Prem took out his cell phone and rang Mohana. ‘Her phone is switched off.’ ‘Can you get it traced?’ Linda asked. ‘That’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’ll call my department and tell them to track Mohana’s cell phone. Rakesh, Deepak, please stay with me. Christopher, Linda, can I ask you to interview the hotel staff and security team to see if they have any knowledge of Mohana’s whereabouts and check if there is CCTV footage. I’ll warn them you are coming.’ Rakesh said: ‘Forgive me, father, but perhaps she simply got cold feet.’ ‘It’s possible,’ Prem admitted, ‘but I don’t believe that Mohana would act like this. Deepak, did you see any warning of this in her behaviour?’ ‘No, not at all, except that she has seemed distracted recently.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 43 www.davidstedman.co.uk Prem nodded. ‘She has not been herself since the party conference. We must find her.’

Three hours later Prem arrived at Wyatt and Linda’s hotel suite. Wyatt invited Prem out to the table on the balcony where they were taking coffee. There was a clear view of the Indi- an Ocean and also, constructed on the beach, the ceremonial canopy and decorations for the wedding. Wyatt said: ‘Sit down, Prem. Let me pour you a coffee, or something stronger if you need it.’ ‘Coffee will be fine.’ Prem had changed into slacks and a casual shirt. The strain in his manner was palpable. ‘Any more news?’ Linda asked. ‘No. She must have left the hotel very early or in the middle of the night. I can’t understand how our security people didn’t see her leaving. The security cameras show nothing untoward. She has disappeared.’ Linda asked: ‘Why did nobody realise she was missing until the ceremony?’ ‘It’s a good question. Mohana had told her sister, who is the Maid of Honour, that she wanted to prepare herself alone in the morning. They had talked on their cell phones but her sister assumed that Mohana was still in her hotel room.’ ‘Did Mohana sound as normal?’ Linda asked. ‘Apparently so. As I’ve told you, Mohana has been acting oddly but I didn’t expect this.’ ‘Could it be cold feet?’ Wyatt said. ‘Mine were frozen just before I married Linda.’ ‘Thanks for the compliment,’ Linda said sarcastically. ‘What I meant was that I couldn’t believe my luck that I was marrying someone so beautiful.’ ‘Nice recovery,’ Linda said. ‘What I can’t understand is that the entire hotel was booked for your wedding guests. They are all loved and trusted friends, colleagues and family. Nobody else is staying in the hotel. If Mohana was abducted, how did they know which room she was in and where to find her?’ ‘If there was collusion it must have been one of the staff,’ Wyatt suggested. Prem was uneasy. ‘There is one person who has had access to the hotel. She would have seen enough to understand what is going on. Rakesh suggested that I order the local police to go to her hotel, detain her and bring her here for questioning. I agreed. He should be back with her soon.’ Wyatt said: ‘You mean Shan Veronesi?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 44 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Yes.’ ‘Prem, you cannot believe that I had anything to do with Mohana’s disappearance?’ ‘Of course not, Christopher. After the things we have been through I trust you more than anyone on the planet, but it was odd how Shan wheedled her way into your confidence and persuaded you to bring her here.’ Wyatt said: ‘If that turns out to be the case, then I am deeply sorry. Perhaps I trusted her too much because she saved my life. Her dubious theory about this Ocean Sunburst could have simply been a ploy to get near you and Mohana.’ ‘We’ll find out soon,’ Prem said. ‘I hope Rakesh doesn’t handle her too roughly. He has taken against her mightily and that boy’s temper worries me.’ Linda said: ‘I hate to bring this up while you’re so worried about Mohana, but as we are here alone as Trident, what are we going to do about Ocean Sunburst, if it exists?’ Prem said: ‘I have prepared an initial report which I can send, by secure Trident commu- nications, to our respective heads of government. I believe Shan Veronesi’s theory is eminently possible but when she gets here I want us to interrogate her, harshly if necessary, about Ocean Sunburst and Mohana’s disappearance. The initial background check done by my department suggest that she is genuine but it could be a cleverly constructed cover. Let’s make a decision after that.’

Two hours later Rakesh returned accompanied by a police officer. Rakesh said: ‘Father, this is Deputy Commissioner Borah of Goa police service.’ Borah stepped forward and said: ‘It’s an honour to meet you, Mr Dhawan. As you requested we detained the female named Shan Veronesi in connection with the disappearance of Minister Raval. An initial examination of Veronesi’s cell phone shows no suspicious calls or texts. We searched her hotel room and found nothing that could be regarded as suspicious. Questioning of hotel staff revealed that her activities have been regarded as entirely normal, sightseeing, sunbathing, and so on. I have to say, Mr Dhawan, that judging by my twenty year experience of interrogating suspects, Veronesi’s reactions do not lead me to believe she was behaving suspiciously.’ Rakesh said: ‘If she is a criminal professional enough to be involved in a kidnapping, she would certainly be professional enough to cover her tracks cleverly.’ Prem said: ‘Is Miss Veronesi here?’ ‘Yes,’ Borah said. ‘Please bring her in. I wish to ask her about another matter which also concerns my colleagues here.’ ‘Yes, sir. Do you wish me to stay as well?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 45 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘No thank you, Deputy Commissioner.’ ‘Is that wise, sir? This girl may be dangerous.’ ‘Has she been searched for weapons?’ ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘Then I think we will be safe. I may be short of one arm but I can assure you that my colleagues are well able to defend themselves.’ ‘Let me reassure you, Mr Dhawan, that the entire police force of Goa are sparing no efforts to locate Minister Raval and I have also notified the police nationally.’ ‘Thank you for your help. Please bring in Miss Veronesi. Rakesh, you stay as well but do not interrupt or lose your temper.’ Rakesh said: ‘This girl fools everyone with her dark eyes and winning smile.’ ‘Not me,’ Linda said, ‘but my husband seems vulnerable.’ Deputy Commissioner Borah’s men escorted Shan Veronesi into the suite and then left. Before anyone else could speak Shan said: ‘Mr Dhawan, I beseech you to believe me. I had nothing to do with your wife’s disappearance. I’d like to help you find her.’ ‘Very smooth.’ Rakesh scoffed, forgetting his father’s injunction. ‘I don’t believe anything you say.’ Wyatt said to Shan: ‘If you had any involvement in the abduction of Mohana Raval then tell me now because if I ever find out that you are culpable I will make your life not worth living.’ Shan reacted as if she had been struck with a hammer. Her legs gave way and she sat down on the sofa. Wyatt regretted his harsh statement. He said: ‘Can I get you a drink or anything?’ Shan shook her head. ‘I can’t understand why you are treating me this way. I came to you for help with Ocean Sunburst. Now you suspect me of kidnapping. That’s insane. You have no right to hold me. I want to leave.’ Rakesh said: ‘My father is chief of Indian intelligence services. He can do what he damn well pleases.’ ‘No,’ Prem said. ‘I have to obey the law, the same as anyone else. Miss Veronesi is correct. I have no evidence, no right to hold her. I just want the truth.’ Shan said: ‘The truth is as I have told you. I had nothing to do with any kidnapping.’ Prem’s cell phone rang. He stepped out on to the balcony to answer. Shan asked: ‘Do any of you believe me?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 46 www.davidstedman.co.uk Wyatt said: ‘I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.’ Rakesh made a dismissive sound. ‘As I said, big dark eyes and a winning smile.’ Shan glared at Rakesh and said: ‘I expected you would not believe me. I can’t understand why you hate me so much. Are you a racist?’ ‘No, I just don’t trust the Chinese.’ ‘I’ve never been to China except once on a holiday. I was brought up in Europe, mainly England. Captain Marquez, do you believe me?’ ‘I’m suspicious, of you, this whole yarn about Ocean Sunburst, perhaps about kidnapping. The way you approached Prem by stalking my husband is unusual, to say the least.’ ‘She saved my life, Linda,’ Wyatt protested. ‘Perhaps that was a set-up.’ ‘What? A fucking tsunami!’ ‘No, this Korean gang wandering around robbing and killing.’ ‘I saw them with my own eyes, Linda. Would you believe Shan if she was an ugly old man, or is this some sort of jealousy trip?’ ‘You’re being ridiculous.’ ‘I’m being ridiculous! Take a look in the mirror, Linda!’ Prem stepped back into the room. ‘We are all being ridiculous. My team have tracked Mohana. She is somewhere in Nepal.’ There was a surprised silence for a few seconds. ‘Nepal?’ Wyatt said. ‘Was she abducted?’ ‘Apparently not. We located her cell phone and found her in Nepal but then the cell phone was disconnected completely so we could not pinpoint her exact whereabouts.’ ‘It sounds like abduction,’ Wyatt said. ‘No,’ Prem said. ‘According to airport security in Kathmandu, Mohana got off a normal scheduled flight, apparently alone. She left the airport and we have lost track of her. Reports say she appeared agitated but that’s all.’ ‘So what happens now?’ Rakesh asked. ‘I’ll instruct the police here to call off the search and contact the Nepalese police to see if they can locate her.’ Wyatt said: ‘No, Prem. Let me find her.’ ‘What? Why?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 47 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘If Mohana is under some form of duress or captivity then it will need to be handled with extreme care to make sure she doesn’t get hurt. I’m not sure how efficient the Nepalese police are at covert operations but I could at least do a reconnaissance assessment and perhaps advise them.’ Linda said: ‘But you’ll have to find Mohana first. You’ve never been to Nepal, how will you know where to look.’ ‘I’ve never been to Nepal but when I was in the SBS I served with a Gurkha regiment. There are no better or more courageous fighters on the planet, and they are brilliant at stealthy tactics. I have many friends and contacts in Nepal. They will help me and supply me with any weapons I might need. I can leave immediately and get started long before the Nepalese police. What do you say, Prem?’ ‘I would be deeply grateful, Christopher. Thank you.’ Shan said: ‘Does this mean that you no longer suspect me of being involved in kidnapping, Mr Dhawan?’ ‘Yes. My apologies, Miss Veronesi.’ ‘Then can I go?’ ‘Not yet. I want more information about Ocean Sunburst.’ ‘What do you want to ask?’ ‘Your theory could have credence but we need much more evidence before our intelligence services can commit to a major investigation. Can you provide such evidence in any way?’ ‘I’m not sure.’ ‘Are you going to keep investigating if we don’t?’ ‘Of course. My next step is to fly to New Zealand. I have details of the last surviving member of the team who worked on Project Seal. I want to interview her and see if she can provide any information that might not be in the public domain or explain any way that Ocean Sunburst could be made to work.’ Prem said: ‘Linda, would you be willing to go to New Zealand with Miss Veronesi?’ ‘Why?’ ‘To verify what she is telling us.’ Shan grunted sceptically. ‘To spy on me more like.’ ‘If you like, yes,’ Prem said. ‘You cannot be taking this girl seriously,’ Rakesh said. ‘You would allow her to lead Linda on a wild goose chase or into danger.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 48 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Captain Marquez is well able to look after herself and intelligent enough to assess whether Miss Veronesi is telling us the truth.’ ‘I’ll go,’ Linda said. ‘Do you mind, Shan?’ ‘No. I’d be glad of the company.’ There was a knock on the door. Rakesh went to open it. Deputy Commissioner Borah said: ‘I’m sorry to interrupt. Is there a Captain Linda Marquez here?’ ‘I’m Marquez,’ Linda said. ‘Captain Marquez, there is a United States consular official here to see you. Shall I let him in?’ Linda sighed and said: ‘Yes, please.’ The consular official stepped into the room and showed Linda his credentials. He said: ‘Captain Marquez, I have been sent here on the personal orders of President Brady to order you to return to Washington immediately.’ ‘What if I refuse?’ ‘If that is the case then it has been agreed with the Indian authorities that you will be arrested and deported as an undesirable alien.’ Wyatt said: ‘Linda, what the hell is this all about? The President can’t do that. You’re a free citizen.’ ‘No, I’m not, Chris. I’m a serving officer in the Secret Service and I’m absent without leave. I came here for Prem’s wedding against Brady’s direct orders. I’d better go and pack.’ After Linda had gone Wyatt said: ‘Well, I’ve known some strange days but this one takes the biscuit.’ Prem said: ‘If you wish to go to the States with Linda then I fully understand.’ ‘No, Prem. I’m going to find Mohana and bring her back safely, and find out what is going on.’ Shan said: ‘Looks like I’m travelling to Auckland alone after all.’ ‘No,’ Prem said. ‘Rakesh will go with you.’ ‘What!’ Rakesh exclaimed. ‘I’m not going to New Zealand with her! And even if I wanted to I can’t because I’m due back with my squadron in three days.’ ‘I will contact your commanding officer and tell him you have been seconded for a job of national importance, which you have.’ ‘Wait a minute,’ Shan said. ‘I don’t need a chaperone to find out what I need. Especially not him.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 49 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘For once I agree,’ Rakesh said. ‘Father, why don’t you go with this girl?’ Prem said: ‘Because I have to stay in India and co-ordinate the search for Mohana, not to mention running India’s intelligence services. This is not open to debate or discussion. Until we can trust Miss Veronesi completely she will be under our supervision. Shan and Rakesh will go to New Zealand and Christopher will go to Nepal.’ Wyatt said: ‘Prem, you throw a hell of an interesting wedding.’

12 Penthouse Suite, Verderena Grand Hotel, Lisbon, Portugal, January 30th Jazmin Isaacs put down the phone and said: ‘That call was from Prime Minister Mon- trose. He’s on his way up.’ ‘Good,’ Elaine Brady said. ‘Let’s see what he wants and then get out of this third world outhouse and back to civilisation.’ Isaacs made a look of disapproval. ‘I like Lisbon.’ ‘Okay, I’m being unfair to Lisbon. I definitely don’t like Montrose. These Brits think they still rule the world when their piss ant little country would fit into Alaska about ten times.’ ‘I’d advise you not to underestimate Montrose.’ ‘Why not?’ Brady said. ‘He’s been plaguing me since we arrived. He’s a bumptious little Jock who looks and dresses like a mini Winston Churchill but without the intelligence, political nous or charisma. I can’t abide his pinstripe suits and that watch chain. Who wears a fob watch these days?’ ‘I agree about the lack of charisma but he has plenty of intelligence and political nous.’ ‘He’s a goddamn communist. The British love being ruled by unelected royals and so- cialists who promise them paradise without having to pay for it.’ A discreet knock on the door. Jazmin Isaacs went to answer. ‘Try to be statesmanlike, Elaine.’ ‘How about stateswomanlike?’ Isaacs opened the door, nodded in acknowledgement to the security team, then turned to Montrose. ‘Welcome, Prime Minister. Please come in. Can I get you a tea or coffee or anything?’ ‘No, thank you, just an assurance that your suite is not bugged.’ ‘It’s completely secure, sir, including the video link you requested. Please take a seat at the table where the laptop is set up.’ Elaine Brady greeted Montrose and sat down at the table. ‘Well, Prime Minister, you requested this meeting. What’s it all about?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 50 www.davidstedman.co.uk Murdo Montrose replied: ‘Have your people had a chance to analyse this report about Ocean Sunburst?’ Elaine Brady sighed theatrically. Jazmin Isaacs jumped in and said: ‘I’d love to know exactly where this report came from. We’ve received a preliminary evaluation report from our experts. They conclude that it’s a bunch of . . . nonsense.’ ‘So you don’t believe it is worth pursuing further?’ Elaine Brady answered. ‘These claims are so vague and unsubstantiated as to be not worth the effort of pursuing. I’ve wasted days at this international talk shop with little to benefit America. In about two hours I’m due to get on board Air Force One and fly home, thank God. I have problems piling up at home and yet I’m stuck here in this goddamn hotel, pleasant enough as it is, when I could be working on such problems at the White House.’ Montrose said: ‘Your biggest problem at home is this sudden spate of destruction to your country caused by earthquakes and tidal waves. If this Ocean Sunburst claim is connected then surely it is worth investigating?’ Isaacs said: ‘Our experts agree that these geological events cannot be man-made. We have installed an array of seismic monitors across continental America in recent years and they have recorded nothing to suggest human interference, simply a natural adjustment to existing tectonic fault lines.’ ‘You don’t have seismic monitors in the oceans.’ ‘No, but we have other . . . assets.’ ‘Don’t be coy, Miss Isaacs. We know exactly what “assets” the United States has in the oceans. We have some of the same.’ ‘Then you will be aware that none of them suggest anything other than natural causes. Where did you obtain this information about Ocean Sunburst?’ ‘I can’t tell you that at the moment,’ Montrose said. He turned to Brady. ‘Prime Minister Mishra is due to come on line from India any minute. I have to request that Miss Isaacs leave the room.’ Brady frowned. ‘Jazmin is my chief security adviser. If we have to discuss the possible threat from Ocean Sunburst she should stay.’ ‘I’m sorry, Madam President, but I have to insist.’ Isaacs held up her hands and said: ‘Okay, I’m going. Seems like I’m always being asked to leave when something interesting is going down. Call me if you need me.’ When they were alone, Montrose said: ‘I’m aware that you don’t like me, Madam Pres- ident.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 51 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Call me Elaine. It’s not personal, well, not all of it, but your political stance is the polar opposite of mine. I detest socialism, I think it destroys human initiative and the human spirit. Socialism is old-fashioned and discredited.’ ‘Perhaps you think I’m old-fashioned as well? I don’t think I’ve yet been discredited.’ ‘I’ve been told you’re a canny political operator.’ ‘Canny? That’s a good Scottish word. I’ve been in power for nearly nine years. You’ve just ascended to your throne. Let me give you some good advice. Jazmin Isaacs is highly competent and useful. From personal experience, so is Trident.’ Brady made a scoffing sound. Montrose went on: ‘This information about Ocean Sunburst comes from Trident.’ ‘You mean that Indian guy, your own copper and that disobedient Secret Service agent of mine have come up with a devious plot that all our respective intelligence and security agencies have missed?’ ‘It’s happened before. You must have read President Logan’s report.’ ‘Yes, I did. I admit it is impressive and, for that reason, I have kept the existence of Tri- dent strictly to myself. Perhaps this Ocean Sunburst crap is a devious way for Trident to keep themselves relevant. I believe there are better ways.’ The laptop on the coffee table pinged to indicate that the link to India was ready. Brady pressed the key to complete the connection. The face of Indian Prime Minister Ashok Mishra appeared on the laptop screen. Montrose tried to hide his shock at how ill Mishra appeared. He said: ‘Ashok, my friend, it is good to see you again, albeit in electronic form.’ ‘Thank you, Murdo. It is good to see you, and an honour to finally meet the new Presi- dent of our most valued ally. Forgive me for not being able to attend the summit in person.’ ‘No problem,’ Brady said. ‘I’m pleased to be able to talk to you at last.’ Montrose said: ‘I have been discussing the Trident agreement with President Brady. I have outlined how useful their services have been to us. President Brady is not convinced.’ ‘Please call me Elaine. Ashok, I appreciate that Trident has been valuable in a couple of situations but will it continue to be so? You sent us this report about a suspected plot codenamed Ocean Sunburst but factual information to back it up is virtually non-existent and my experts assure me that it is not possible to do such things and, even it were, our monitoring systems would detect such activity. It would be difficult for me to order a major investigation on the basis of a hint.’ ‘I agree,’ Ashok Mishra said. ‘My people also assure me that such drastic activity would be impossible to conceal. You look surprised, Murdo?’ ‘I am, Ashok. As this report came from your own chief of intelligence, Premendra Dha-

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 52 www.davidstedman.co.uk wan, I thought you would like to pursue an investigation.’ ‘I have the utmost respect for Dhawan but even he is lukewarm about the possibility of some plot to artificially manufacture tectonic disasters. If North Korea is behind such a nefarious scheme then it would have to be backed by a much bigger and wealthier power, possibly China. I have many diplomatic contacts with China, both in trade and military matters, and I am extremely reluctant to anger the sleeping giant on our border with accusations such as Ocean Sunburst. I have asked Dhawan to discreetly keep an eye on the situation but, like Elaine, I cannot justify a major investigation on such flimsy grounds. I’m sorry if I disappoint you, Murdo.’ ‘No, I understand your stance. Sergeant Wyatt, in his report, mentioned these North Ko- rean killers who haunted the aftermath of the tsunami in Hawaii but there have been no reports of such activity in other places affected by these geological events. There is no evidence of Chinese involvement whatsoever. Without the technological resources of India and the USA, Britain cannot possibly investigate Ocean Sunburst alone. Also, I agree that trade with China is too vital to be affected by an unsubstantiated theory.’ Mishra said: ‘I’m glad we seem to have reached an agreement. My main concern is to persuade Elaine to continue with the Trident agreement.’ Brady replied: ‘I have agreed to keep the arrangement strictly secret between us three heads of state but I doubt whether I will ever actively seek their help.’ Montrose said: ‘We have asked Trident to keep this Ocean Sunburst theory strictly confidential for now. Do we ask them to pursue an investigation?’ Mishra said: ‘I have asked Premendra Dhawan to look out for further information on a strictly low key personal basis but not to involve any other personnel.’ Montrose nodded. ‘I will instruct Wyatt to do the same. In other words, we do not want to stir up a Chinese hornet’s nest. Elaine, did Captain Marquez send you any further proof or speculations?’ ‘Captain Marquez sent me nothing. She is absent without leave. The investigation into the attempted assassination of President Logan is not complete. After her initial arrest I re- leased her but ordered Marquez to keep herself available. She has flagrantly disobeyed me. It is difficult for me to place any high value on this Trident arrangement in the face of such gross insubordination.’ Mishra and Montrose were silent. Brady went on: ‘I propose that we order Trident not to officially investigate this Ocean Sunburst nonsense.’ Montrose shrugged and said: ‘Very well. Without the support of the USA it will be fruitless to continue. For once I hope Trident have been misinformed but, if such a plot as Ocean Sunburst is real and it becomes known that we failed to act on information received, then we

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 53 www.davidstedman.co.uk might find our political careers in ruins.’

13 Kholangi Temple, Langtang National Park, Nepal, February 2nd Christopher Wyatt said: ‘Prem, I’ve switched on the helmet mic and camera. Can you see and hear me?’ ‘Affirmative, Christopher. I see rock. Where are you?’ ‘I’m at the base of the rock pillar. Are you getting the pictures clearly?’ ‘Yes. It looks formidable. Do you think you can climb it?’ ‘I think so. The first fifty feet is easy, then it’s vertical for about two hundred and fifty feet but the final hundred feet gradually angles in towards the temple. There looks to be plenty of vegetation outcrops and handholds.’ ‘I’m worried, Christopher. It looks very arduous. Would it be better to send Rakesh in with the helicopter?’ ‘Emphatically not, Prem. This is a very isolated area of the national park so any approach by chopper before I’ve secured Mohana, if she’s here, would give whoever’s holding her plenty of warning. They might even decide to . . . get rid of her. I spent most of yesterday observing the temple with the equipment the Gurkhas leant me. There is something unusual going on in the temple but I could not see Mohana. The only normal access by foot is that rope bridge stretching across the river chasm.’ ‘Could I fly in some of our special forces and storm the bridge?’ ‘No, Prem. They could cut the bridge before any troops got half way across, not to mention the international incident it would cause if foreign troops were to be deployed in Nepal without permission. Besides, we don’t know if they have anti-aircraft capability in any form. The only way in is to climb. They will not be expecting an incursion from that direction and I could not observe anyone taking the trouble to guard such a steep climb. Okay, I’m starting my ascent so don’t worry if I don’t talk for a few minutes.’ The first fifty feet was an easy scramble. Wyatt was relieved to find many solid crevices and hand holds as he climbed the next fifty feet. He stopped for a breather and said: ‘So far so good. I’m finding it easy to knock in the pitons but all this extra weaponry I’m having to carry makes it awkward.’ ‘I sincerely hope you don’t have to use the weaponry,’ Prem said. ‘Me too. See that ledge about another fifty feet above. I’ll aim for that.’ Wyatt rapidly reached the ledge and found it wide enough to sit on. ‘Prem, it really is beautiful up here. I’ll move my head around slowly so you can see. The sky is cloudless blue, I can see the tops of the Himalayas, there’s that great sweeping green valley over yonder, and

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 54 www.davidstedman.co.uk the rivers below look pure and clean. I guess the rivers forked and cut out this rock pillar over millions of years. No wonder it was so attractive to the hermit monks that they called it the Table of Heaven.’ Prem, with a hint of exasperation, said: ‘Lovely travelogue, Christopher. Save Mohana and I’ll book you a holiday there.’ Wyatt sighed. ‘Okay, I can take a hint.’ He carefully eased himself off the ledge and found a secure foothold. ‘Now comes the hard part. I’ll need to concentrate.’ As he made the long vertical ascent Wyatt was breathing hard and his heart was pounding. He was finding fewer handholds and he was sweating with the tension of muscles and danger. For a few feet the rock inclined outwards, a fact not readily apparent from distant observation. Wyatt was forced to hammer the pitons in securely, worried that the extra noise would alert anyone guarding the temple. For a few minutes Wyatt was dangling above a sheer drop, one foot in a rope loop while he found hand holds and strong crevices. His relief was intense when he reached the last fifty feet, which was shallower and inclined inwards towards the summit. He scrambled to safety at the top. The temple was less than fifty metres away. He crawled along and took shelter behind a large boulder screened by bushes. After allowing himself several minutes to recover his strength, he took out his telescope and scanned the temple. ‘Prem, it’s as I feared, the windows are not glazed, just fitted with simple wooden shutters, but they have been barred so it’s definitely being used as some sort of prison. It’s on two storeys. The good thing is that the exterior is ornate, almost like a Chinese pagoda or something, so I can easily climb the walls and look in the windows to see what’s going on.’ ‘Can you see a helicopter?’ ‘Not from this side. I’m at the back but there must be one somewhere, that’s what tipped off my Gurkha friends that something odd was going on here. It’s a great defensive position because I can see for miles in all directions. A large force would be seen coming and the bad guys could easily evacuate by air or by the rope bridge. I’ll get up on the roof and establish whether their chopper is here and whether the rope bridge is guarded. Is Rakesh standing by with our chopper?’ ‘Yes. He flew in by following the course of the rivers and using the mountains as cover. He’s only twenty minutes away if and when you need him.’ ‘Good. Stand by, I’m going up to the roof.’ Wyatt unclipped the crampons from his light boots and then looked out carefully. He could not see any guards patrolling or watching. Keeping low, he ran towards the temple. Avoiding the temptation to look in the ground floor windows, he selected the easiest looking route to the roof and started climbing. At the top the ridges and folds of the roof tiles provided ample cover. He peered over to reconnoitre the front of the temple. ‘Prem,’ he whispered, ‘can you see?’ ‘Yes, I see the helicopter. It looks like there is room to land when Rakesh flies in to take you out.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 55 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Yes. There are two men guarding the rope bridge at this end but nobody at the far end.’ Wyatt hauled himself forward to look directly down at the façade. ‘I can’t see anyone below. I’m going to check the upper floor windows at the back of the temple by abseiling down between each one. It’ll be laborious but there’ll be less chance of being spotted before I can find a way in. I can’t go in the front without being seen by the bridge guards. We had better not speak for a while.’ ‘Understood,’ Prem replied. Wyatt struck lucky at the third window. ‘Prem, I can see Mohana through the slats. She’s in this upstairs room. She is lying on a bed, she may be asleep, but she is not restrained in any way. Her window is barred and I cannot get in without waking up the neighbours but there is a smaller window near the end that is protected only by light wooden slats and a mesh. I can go in that way and hopefully get to Mohana’s room. Stand by.’ Wyatt worked his way along to the small window and looked in. It was a store room for furniture, parchments, prayer wheels, and other religious accoutrements. There was no-one in the room. Wyatt tested the strength of the mesh. It easily gave way. Wyatt climbed in and stood listening. This is too easy, he said to himself. Wyatt crossed to the door and spent several minutes listening for movement or voices. He could hear nothing. He opened the door an inch and looked out. There was a wide balcony with an array of strange looking chandeliers or incense burners hanging from the ceiling and dropping past the balcony to the floor below. Wyatt looked out further. At either end of the balcony was a stairway, each of which curved down to the ground floor. Wyatt crossed to the balustrade and looked down. The ground floor was dusty and dirty and strewn with shabby and decaying furniture, ornaments and statues. Directly below was a table with four guards sitting around playing cards. The modern formica table looked incongruous amongst the unused incense burners and statues of the Buddha. Wyatt prayed that the four men remained seated at the table. It would be much easier to deal with them as a group and not as dispersed targets. Wyatt guessed that the upper floor had been the sleeping quarters for the monks. He tip- toed carefully and silently along the balcony corridor to Mohana’s room. He prayed again that the door would not be locked. The door was crudely made but strong, with intricate designs on the surface. It was secured by a simple modern metal bolt latch. Wyatt carefully slid back the bolt. He turned the door handle and, to his intense relief, the door opened. Mohana was asleep on the bed. She was wearing slacks and a thick pullover. The room was sparsely furnished but warm and comfortable enough. Wyatt closed the door. He went over to Mohana and put his hand over her mouth to stop her crying out in fear. She woke up and tried to struggle. ‘Sssh,’ Wyatt whispered. ‘I’m here to take you home. Stay calm and don’t cry out. Premendra is watching us through the camera in my helmet.’ Wyatt took his hand away. Mohana stared at Wyatt and said: ‘Who are you? What do you want?’ She was glassy- eyed and confused. There was white powder residue under her nose. She had clearly been drugged or sedated in some way. A phial of the white powder had been left on the nightstand.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 56 www.davidstedman.co.uk Wyatt slipped it in his pocket. ‘I am Christopher Wyatt, Prem’s friend. You met me at your wedding, in Goa. Try to remember me. I’m here to get you out. Who are these men holding you prisoner?’ ‘I am not a prisoner.’ ‘Well, you’re not here voluntarily. How many guards are there?’ ‘I don’t know. Why are you asking me these questions?’ Wyatt said: ‘Prem, call up the helicopter. I’m going to get Mohana out of here right away. I can lower her out of the storeroom window and then guard her in a defensive position while Rakesh brings the chopper, but warn him to beware of anti-aircraft fire. These people, whoever they are, don’t seem particularly vigilant so I think we can get out without them even realising until it’s too late.’ To Mohana he said: ‘Can you stand up?’ ‘Yes.’ Mohana swung her legs off the bed and stood up. Before Wyatt could react, Mo- hana darted for the door. She pulled it open and ran out shouting for help. She ran to the right- hand stairway and started down, still shouting for help. Wyatt unhooked his machine gun and took out a tear gas grenade. He went out to the balcony and threw the grenade down towards the guard table. The guards were standing up, unsure how to react. The grenade pinged off a chandelier. It bounced and exploded further away from the table than was properly effective. Mohana had reached the foot of the stairway. She was coughing and retching in the tear gas fumes. One of the guards caught her and started dragging her away. The other three drew pistols and staggered away from the tear gas. Wyatt ran halfway down the stairs and fired a burst at the hanging chandeliers. One crashed down and gave him time to distract the guards while he found cover behind a statue of the Buddha. ‘Prem,’ he said. ‘I don’t know what the hell is going on. I don’t know why Mohana ran away from me. One of them has dragged Mo- hana into another room. I don’t think I can get to her again without severely risking her life.’ ‘Save yourself, Christopher. Mohana clearly did not want to be rescued.’ ‘I’ll have to get out the front door and make for the bridge. Call off Rakesh. It’s too dangerous.’ ‘I’ll tell him to fly in and hover as close as he can in case you can’t make the bridge.’ The guards had recovered their wits after the chandelier crash and were firing at the statue, trying to force Wyatt to break cover. The temple entrance was concealed by double wooden doors. Wyatt thought he could make it to the doors but if they were locked he was a sitting duck. The problem was solved when the two guards from the bridge burst in to see what was going on. Wyatt aimed for their legs and cut them down before they could close the doors. He immediately sprinted for the exit, firing bursts at the other guards to keep them down, and dashed out into the bright mountain sunlight. Wyatt ran towards the unguarded rope bridge. He said: ‘Prem, tell Rakesh to keep away. I can make the bridge.’ He glanced back. The guards were running out in pursuit. Wyatt leapt

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 57 www.davidstedman.co.uk on to the bridge. It was strongly made from thick rope with wooden slats as the walkway but it was rickety and in need of repair. The river hundreds of feet below boiled and swirled and splashed over rocks and boulders as if anticipating another victim. Wyatt heard machine gun fire and felt bullets thudding into his back but his backpack and Kevlar vest protected him. He chanced a quick turn to fire a burst at his pursuers and caught a glimpse of Mohana being led towards the helicopter. He heard Prem say: ‘My God, they’re taking her!’ Wyatt was about to reply when a bullet pinged on to his helmet and smashed the camera. ‘Prem, can you still hear me?’ There was no reply. Wyatt had reached the centre of the bridge where it bowed deeply. He was still about one hundred and fifty metres from safety. He heard sustained machine gun fire and guessed that the guards were frantically shooting away the rope stays of the bridge. Wyatt sensed the tension of the bridge disintegrating. He dropped the machine gun. It clattered on the slats and bounced off into the torrent below. Wyatt threw himself down and grabbed a wooden slat. The stays gave way and Wyatt was swinging through the air towards the sheer rock face on the other side. He shaped his body so that the impact would be to his front pack and not his head. The guards were firing wildly at him, bullets pinging all around. Wyatt prayed he would end up dead rather than disabled. He smashed into the rock face. All the breath was driven out of his lungs and he was losing consciousness. He forced himself to breathe deeply and held on for all he was worth until, gradually, his senses returned. He was out of range of the machine guns but solitary rifle shots were sending splinters of rock down on his head. Wyatt climbed up the wooden slats. The bridge was swaying wildly. His muscles were screaming with fatigue after the long climb up the rock pillar. He tried to find footholds to take the strain but some gave way and threatened to hurl him down into the ravenous river. He ordered himself to stay calm and climb methodically. He heard the enemy helicopter start and the whirring noise of the blades getting faster and faster. His fingers and palms were cut and grazed from rocks and wooden splinters and frayed rope. Up and up he climbed and, at last, reached the narrow path where the bridge began. He heaved himself on to the dirt road and lay for several minutes attempting to regain his strength. He turned his head to watch the helicopter take off and disappear, carrying away Mohana, along the river valley. Wyatt was at the end of his physical resources. He dragged himself to sit up straight but realised he would not be able to stand up. He found his cell phone to call Prem and ask him to send Rakesh with the helicopter. There was no signal. They would not know whether he was alive or dead. As he was considering his options, his cell phone rang. Wyatt was shocked. He gazed at the phone as if it was performing magic. Seconds ago there had been no signal. He pressed answer and said: ‘Hello?’ A voice said: ‘Wyatt? Is that you?’ ‘Yes. Who’s this?’ ‘What do you mean, who’s this? It’s the Prime Minister. Where the bloody hell have you

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 58 www.davidstedman.co.uk been?’ ‘I don’t understand. How did you . . .?’ ‘I had to order a special link by one of our satellites to get through to you. Where have you been?’ ‘Actually, Prime Minister, I wonder if you could help me.’ ‘Help you?’ Murdo Montrose spluttered. ‘Do you need your drink refreshing or is the sun in Goa too much. I’ll get you a beach umbrella. First Hawaii and now India. I think you’ve had enough lotus eating.’ ‘I haven’t been lotus eating. I’ve been . . .’ ‘To a wedding, yes I know. I need you back in London as soon as possible.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Why! Because I bloody well told you to. There’s somebody who wants to meet you.’ ‘Who?’ ‘Somebody very important. Now, enough of this skiving and get your lazy arse on the first plane back to London. Wyatt, are you laughing? This is no laughing matter, sergeant. I need you here.’

14 Independence Hall, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, February 2nd Linda Marquez was shown into a private office at Independence Hall at midday. Presi- dent Elaine Brady, arms crossed behind her back, was gazing out of the window. She did not turn around to acknowledge Linda’s presence. Jazmin Isaacs was sitting at a desk. She looked at Linda with an expression of disappointment and distaste. She said: ‘Captain Marquez, you are in big trouble.’ Linda bit back the sharp reply that sprung into her mind and said nothing. Isaacs said: ‘You flagrantly disobeyed a Presidential order to remain in the United States. You were required to participate in the inquiry into the attack on President Logan.’ Linda said: ‘If I am to be officially reprimanded it is my right to be accompanied by a superior officer from the Secret Service.’ Brady turned around and said: ‘Request denied.’ ‘Making up the rules to suit yourself, Madam President?’ ‘How dare you talk to me like that?’ Brady said. ‘It’s time you realised that the free and easy days of sucking up to Martina Logan and twisting President Logan around your finger are over.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 59 www.davidstedman.co.uk Linda said: ‘I was never able to twist President Logan around my finger. He was far too smart and intelligent for that. You’re right, Madam President, things have certainly changed in the White House. Why have you brought me here under escort? To listen to your insults?’ Brady said: ‘In two hours I am giving a speech in this hallowed place where the Decla- ration of Independence and the Constitution were both signed.’ ‘Wrapping yourself in the flag to show your love of democracy and America? I suppose you can fool some of the people.’ Isaacs stepped in. ‘The President’s inclination was to dismiss you from the Service in disgrace. Two things saved you, your exemplary record and the fact that your prompt action at the inauguration saved President Logan’s life.’ ‘So why am I here? What happens now?’ Linda asked. ‘You have a chance to rehabilitate your reputation and your career,’ Brady said. ‘If I accept the need for rehabilitation, how do I do that?’ Isaacs said: ‘Your disgraceful disobedience to your President has been the talk of the Service and, indeed, of the entire intelligence community. It would not surprise anyone if you were dismissed in disgrace. The President does not wish to dismiss you but only to make it look like you’ve been dismissed.’ ‘For what reason?’ ‘We have a problem for which, by coincidence, you are the ideal solution.’ Brady asked: ‘Have you ever been to Denver?’ ‘Yes, and I hope I never have to go back.’ Isaacs said: ‘What have you got against the Mile High City?’ ‘It seemed . . . cold. And dull.’ ‘Dull or not,’ Brady said, ‘that’s where I want you to go.’ ‘For what purpose?’ ‘To join the security team at the National Geological Survey.’ ‘Me? What do I know about geology?’ Isaacs said: ‘You don’t have to know anything about geology, you will be working in security, but there is a geologist working there who is taking an unusual interest in the geological structure of Washington DC and other places in the country.’ ‘If he or she is a geologist then it seems natural. What’s wrong with that?’ Isaacs said: ‘It will not have escaped your attention, Captain Marquez, that your country, and other countries in the world, are experiencing many more catastrophic geological events

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 60 www.davidstedman.co.uk than is normal.’ ‘Are you coming round to the theory that such events may be man-made?’ ‘No, but unscrupulous opportunists might use the situation to attack or destabilise the country in some way. This man’s activities have given rise to suspicion.’ ‘Then why not interrogate him?’ ‘Because he is covering his tracks well and we want to find out what he is up to, who he might be contacting and whether he poses a real threat. We want someone to go to Denver and earn his trust, to form a relationship with him.’ ‘Whoa,’ Linda said. ‘I’m a married woman. You’re surely not asking me to become ro- mantically involved or sleep with this man?’ ‘If necessary, yes,’ Isaacs said. ‘What makes you think he would want to sleep with me?’ Brady and Isaacs laughed. Isaacs said: ‘Don’t sell yourself short, girl. Most men would be drooling to sleep with you and our target is Hispanic, like yourself, with a marked predilection for Hispanic women.’ ‘No way will I do this,’ Linda said. Isaacs ignored her comment and said: ‘We want you to go to Denver and play the bitter- ly disgruntled woman who has been dismissed in disgrace from the Secret Service, whose marriage has failed, and who has been sent to a dead end job in a minor governmental organisation. You are to gain his trust and find out what you can about what his motives. No-one other than us three must know that you are working for the President, that’s why we did not want one of your superior officers present. What do you say?’ ‘No,’ Linda said. Brady said: ‘This is your only chance. If you do not accept this mission you will be dismissed from the Secret Service. You will lose your pension rights.’ Isaacs said: ‘Captain Marquez is from a wealthy Florida orange growing dynasty. I doubt whether such a threat would have an effect.’ ‘What would then?’ Brady asked. ‘I don’t know,’ Isaacs replied. ‘Perhaps I do,’ Brady said. ‘Come here, Captain Marquez.’ Linda went to stand beside Brady. Brady whispered in Linda’s ear. Then she said: ‘From your expression I can see that you are as shocked and surprised as I intended. What is your decision now, Captain Marquez?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 61 www.davidstedman.co.uk 15 Brokka Lodge, Sognefjord, near Bergen, Norway, February 6th Prime Minister Murdo Montrose said: ‘Wyatt, come and look at the mountains and the clear blue water. I can imagine the Viking longships sweeping down the fjord and out to sea to raid Britain.’ Wyatt reluctantly stood up and walked over to the window. ‘Very impressive, sir, but I’ve just flown back from a place where the mountains are higher.’ ‘And the water bluer?’ ‘In places, yes.’ ‘I’ve found out where you’ve been, Wyatt. If the Nepalese government discovered that a lone British policeman had staged an armed intervention in their country without permission it might have led to an awkward diplomatic situation.’ ‘I had to move fast, sir. I failed.’ ‘Not from what I’ve heard. Mohana Raval ran away from you. We still have to find out why. I have spoken to Prime Minister Mishra and Premendra Dhawan and pledged British support and co-operation, in any way we can, to find her.’ ‘I’m sure they are grateful. Are you going to tell me why you ordered me to fly back to London and then whisked me out to a fjord in the back of nowhere?’ ‘I don’t think our Norwegian hosts would be pleased to hear their country described in such a way. Isn’t this lodge and this suite comfortable enough for you?’ ‘It’s much more comfortable than I’m used to, but why the secrecy?’ ‘Because in about five minutes we are going to meet another guest who is here in total secrecy.’ ‘Who is it?’ ‘Patience is not your strongest virtue, Wyatt. I have been holding preliminary talks with him in his suite all morning. He has asked to meet you and I have no idea why such a powerful man should wish to meet a lowly British bobby.’ ‘Your faith in me is touching, Prime Minister.’ Montrose’s cell phone rang. He took the call and then said to Wyatt: ‘He’s here.’ A single knock and the door of the suite was opened by a young man in civilian clothes. He looked tough and fit and alert. Wyatt guessed the young man was SAS. A much older man was ushered into the suite. Wyatt recognised him immediately. The man was tall, slim, with a fine head of black hair, an aquiline nose and high Slavic cheekbones. He was dressed in a well-tailored blue suit but without a tie. The man radiated energy and confidence. His smile seemed natural and his good humour unforced.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 62 www.davidstedman.co.uk Montrose said: ‘Sergeant Wyatt, this is Gennady Osipenkov, President of the Russian Federation. Gennady, this is the officer you asked to meet, Sergeant Christopher Wyatt of the Metropolitan Police Diplomatic Protection Squad.’ Osipenkov held out his hand. ‘Sergeant Wyatt, it is a pleasure to meet you at last.’ Wyatt took Osipenkov’s hand and said: ‘It’s an honour to meet you, sir.’ ‘Please, may I call you Christopher if you call me Gennady?’ ‘Yes, of course.’ Montrose said: ‘Won’t you sit down, Gennady? Can I get you a coffee or a drink?’ ‘No, thank you, Murdo. I won’t take up much of your precious time. I was simply anxious to pay my respects to Christopher.’ Wyatt said: ‘I should congratulate you on your election as President. You speak remark- ably good English albeit with a slight North American twang.’ ‘Yes, I studied at Harvard and worked in New York and London for a few years. That is how I learned how much the West has to offer my country. I’m sure you have heard the story of how Czar Peter the Great toured Europe during the eighteenth century in order to learn how a modern wealthy society should be run. He then went back to Russia and modernised the country. That is what I am hoping to do now that I have the power. I want to drive Russia into the twenty-first century, to open up the country to freedom and democracy, to free the energy and talents of my people. This is why I wanted to meet Prime Minister Montrose here, to discuss ways forward for our two great countries in trade, diplomacy, culture and exchange of ideas.’ Wyatt said: ‘Yes, I’ve read about your efforts and I applaud them. I have to ask, having never met you before, why you wanted to meet me. I’m nobody special.’ Gennady Osipenkov laughed. ‘It’s true we have never met before but we do have, or did have, a mutual acquaintance. He regarded you as someone very special indeed. You saved his life and that of his family.’ ‘Do you mean Yaroslav Blokhin?’ ‘Yes!’ Osipenkov cried. ‘Yaroslav was my mentor and my friend. He told me that if I ever needed to visit London then I must employ the services of Christopher Wyatt for protection. Murdo has invited me to visit London officially and I want you to be my bodyguard.’ ‘But we have our Diplomatic Protection team, and the SAS and you have your Spetsnaz boys. You shouldn’t need me.’ ‘No,’ Osipenkov said. ‘Yaroslav was quite emphatic. He told me if I ever needed protection in London then seek out Sergeant Wyatt. He said you are “street wise”. I will need protection, Christopher. There are very many in Russia who hate the radical changes I am attempting to make and would seek me out and kill me if they could.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 63 www.davidstedman.co.uk Wyatt nodded reflectively. ‘I was very fond of poor Yaroslav but, in the end, I could not protect him.’ ‘That’s because he stupidly became mixed up in that Silk Fist business some time ago. Your Western media called Yaroslav an oligarch, as they call me. He thought all his money could insulate him from harm but not so. Perhaps there is a lesson for me there.’ Montrose said: ‘I will make sure that Sergeant Wyatt is part of the protection team when you visit the UK.’ ‘I want him with me personally,’ Osipenkov said. His cell phone rang. Osipenkov answered and after a brief conversation said: ‘Send him in.’ He said to Montrose: ‘My Prime Minister, Radomir Khurtin, wishes to speak to me urgently. Please excuse the interruption.’ Khurtin entered the room. He was as tall as his boss, heavier built, and was bald apart from a fringe of brown hair around the back of his head. His face was a curious mixture of chubby and babyish but with pronounced cheekbones. His intelligent watchful eyes were dark brown, almost black. He was immaculately dressed in suit and tie. Osipenkov and Khurtin held a long conversation in Russian. Montrose and Wyatt sat patiently. Finally Osipenkov said: ‘I’m afraid a great catastrophe has afflicted my country, and Japan and parts of the United States. A tsunami has devastated the Kuril Islands. There are many thousands dead and homeless. I will have to leave.’ Osipenkov stood up. Montrose said: ‘You have our deepest sympathy, Gennady. Our government will do everything we can to help.’ ‘Thank you, Murdo. I cannot understand why God inflicts such suffering on the world.’ Wyatt said: ‘Was it God or was it Ocean Sunburst?’ Montrose turned in anger and said: ‘Wyatt? What are you doing?’ Osipenkov and Khurtin were staring at Wyatt in surprise. Osipenkov said: ‘What do you mean by Ocean Sunburst?’ ‘You tell me, Mr President. Mr Khurtin used the Russian phrase “okeanskiy sol- nechnyy zaryad”, which means something like ocean sun something or other. Isn’t that right, Mr Khurtin?’ Osipenkov said: ‘Radomir does not speak English as well as I do.’ Wyatt said: ‘Oh, I think he does. He understood what I just said well enough.’ Osipenkov sat down again. ‘Congratulations, Christopher. I didn’t think you understood our language.’ ‘Only the smattering I picked up while working for Yaroslav.’ Osipenko had another conversation, in Russian but shorter this time, with Khurtin. Khurtin nodded in agreement. Osipenko said to Montrose: ‘I have been searching my heart and

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 64 www.davidstedman.co.uk my conscience about whether to tell you about our suspicions but clearly you have your own. What do you know about Ocean Sunburst?’ Montrose said: ‘Why don’t you go first, Gennady?’ Osipenkov smiled. ‘You have been ruling your country for many years. You are what the Americans call a smart operator. You are a sane and reflective leader, your country is rel- atively sane and humane. I wish to be a humane leader of a sane country myself. I would appreciate your counsel because there is insanity gripping other countries. I’m talking about that new woman in the White House and, even worse, the Chinese Premier Huang Sung. They both regard Russia as a dangerous enemy, as a backward threat. If I voiced our suspicions about Ocean Sunburst to either of them, the world could end up in flames.’ ‘Please tell me what you know,’ Montrose said. ‘As you are no doubt aware, our intelligence services watch North Korea very closely. We have gathered certain clues, I cannot tell you how, that North Korea has hatched a plot to destabilise the world. We have no concrete evidence and no facts. Our fear is that China is involved. North Korea is a client state of China and North Korea does not have the resources to stage a major plot. If they did, they would need the permission of China to enact it. Do you have any more concrete information?’ ‘None at all,’ Montrose admitted. ‘We have a mention of Ocean Sunburst, supposedly gathered by our spooks, and a theory raised by a so-called expert, a theory which is dubious at best.’ ‘Have you shared this with any other allies?’ ‘Yes. India and the USA have been informed of our suspicions. They, like us, do not want to stir a North Korean or Chinese hornets’ nest by accusing them openly until we have many more facts.’ ‘Umm,’ Osipenkov said. ‘Ashok Mishra is a good man. How did President Brady react? Did she reach for the six-guns?’ ‘No. She doesn’t believe Ocean Sunburst is real.’ Osipenkov nodded. ‘Good. May I suggest that we say no more about this matter to any other states until we have gathered more information? Could our two countries co-operate?’ ‘I think that’s an excellent suggestion, Gennady.’ Khurtin leaned over to whisper to Osipenkov. Osipenkov said: ‘Radomir makes a val- id point. Go ahead, Radomir.’ Khurtin spoke slowly, in halting but clear English. ‘I assume that Ocean Sunburst is top secret in your intelligence community. How did Sergeant Wyatt know about it?’ Montrose said: ‘That’s easy. Tell him the truth, Sergeant.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 65 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Very well. I was caught in the tsunami that destroyed Waikiki Beach. I was approached by a certain person, an expert in these matters who was also caught in the tsunami, with the Ocean Sunburst theory. She had overheard a North Korean intercept while working for British intelligence. I took the claim to Prime Minister Montrose.’ Khurtin said: ‘That is a neat and convenient chain of circumstances.’ Wyatt shrugged. ‘Sometimes we get lucky in life.’ ‘Indeed,’ Osipenkov said. ‘What we need are solid indisputable facts. How can we get them?’ ‘With great subtlety,’ Montrose said. ‘I think it was Napoleon Bonaparte who said “when China awakes the world will shake”. I don’t think he meant it literally but that’s what might be happening.’ After verbal agreement to co-operate, Osipenkov and Khurtin left. Montrose said: ‘You shouldn’t have jumped in and admitted we know about Ocean Sunburst when Khurtin mentioned it.’ ‘Why not? It worked didn’t it? It’s confirmation that our Trident theory might be right. You didn’t believe it, neither did President Brady.’ ‘You love putting one over on me, don’t you, Wyatt?’ ‘No, sir, but I told you so.’ ‘I instructed Trident not to pursue this Ocean Sunburst theory. I’ve no doubt you totally ignored me.’ ‘I can assure you, Prime Minister, that no Trident operatives are currently investigating the Ocean Sunburst theory.’ ‘But . . .’ ‘But two of our associates are. They are in New Zealand, and I’d love to be a fly on their wall.’

16 Glendowie Care Home, Auckland, New Zealand, February 6th Shan Veronesi said to the nurse: ‘This home is beautiful. I hope I can afford a place like this when I’m old and decrepit.’ Rakesh Dhawan did not say anything. Shan looked at him quizzically: ‘What? No joke or putdown about how old I am? I suppose you believe in reincarnation so old age doesn’t matter to you.’ Shan turned back to the nurse and said: ‘My fiancé is always making jokes about my age.’ The nurse, uneasy at the tone of the exchange, said: ‘Mrs Lucas’s room is at the end.’ Shan and Rakesh followed the nurse down the corridor. ‘Before you go in I’ll check with Mrs

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 66 www.davidstedman.co.uk Lucas that she is willing to see you. I should warn you that she has mild dementia so she gets a bit confused at times. You will have to be patient. You said you are the granddaughter of one of Mrs Lucas’s former colleagues?’ ‘Yes, that’s right.’ ‘What was his or her name?’ ‘Err, Doctor . . . Rose.’ ‘Very well,’ the nurse said. ‘Please wait here while I make sure Mrs Lucas is ready to see you.’ ‘Doctor Rose?’ Rakesh said after the nurse had gone in to Mrs Lucas’s room. ‘I had to think of something quickly. It’s a good job I’m carrying this bunch of flowers. A little touch that a man wouldn’t think of.’ ‘I admit bringing flowers was a good idea but Doctor Rose? What if this woman never worked with anyone named Doctor Rose?’ ‘You heard the nurse. Mrs Lucas has mild dementia. She probably won’t remember anyone she worked with in the nineteen forties and fifties. I should go in and see her alone. It would be best. You might frighten her.’ ‘Why? Because I’m a different colour?’ ‘Oh, don’t be so prickly. Because she might be more open with just a woman there.’ ‘No chance,’ Rakesh said. ‘I’m here to check on you. I want to hear exactly what this old woman has to say.’ ‘ “Old woman”? I thought Indians revered the elderly.’ ‘By the way, stop calling me your fiancé. That could never happen. Is your voice record- er switched on?’ ‘I’ll switch on when we get in there. Mrs Lucas won’t understand what I’m doing.’ The nurse came out and said: ‘Follow me.’ Shan and Rakesh went into the room. Patricia Lucas was sitting in an armchair by double doors that led on to a balcony. She had a blanket over her legs despite the warmth of the day. Shan said: ‘Professor Lucas, it’s a great pleasure to meet you at last. I’ve brought you some flowers but this lovely room hardly needs brightening.’ Patricia Lucas made no move to accept the flowers. She said: ‘Are you Chinese?’ ‘On my mother’s side, yes. My mother is from Hong Kong, my father is Italian but I grew up mainly in England. This is my fiancé, Rakesh Dhawan.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 67 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Oh, you are very good looking,’ Lucas said as she offered her hand to Rakesh. Rakesh took the dry parchment hand and shook it gently. ‘It’s nice to meet you, Profes- sor.’ ‘I haven’t been called that for years,’ Lucas said. She turned to Shan. ‘Are you recording this?’ ‘Err, no.’ ‘Then why are you fiddling with your cell phone?’ ‘I thought I’d received a text message.’ Lucas said nothing but her expression betrayed her contempt for the lie. Rakesh said hurriedly: ‘This is a beautiful home, Professor. I love the view over the harbour with the sail boats and the islands in the distance.’ ‘Yes, it’s very nice. Nurse, would you mind putting those flowers in a vase for me?’ The nurse found a spare vase in the sideboard and carefully arranged the flowers. She said: ‘I’ll leave you three to talk. Patricia, press the button if you need me.’ Lucas asked Shan: ‘Who did you say your grandmother was, the one I worked with?’ ‘Doctor Rose,’ Shan said. ‘I never worked with anyone named Rose. I never worked with any other women for many years. It was . . .’ Rakesh interrupted and said: ‘I apologise for my fiancée lying to you but it was necessary in order to see you. We understand that during the Second World War and after you worked on a secret project named Project Seal. Is that correct?’ Lucas frowned. ‘I don’t remember.’ ‘It’s very important,’ Rakesh said, ‘because we believe someone might be using the theory behind Project Seal to destabilise the world today.’ ‘I don’t remember.’ Shan asked: ‘Can you remember anyone you worked with, anyone else who might be able to give us information about Project Seal?’ ‘Why should I give any information to an enemy? You got in here by lying and then you try to get me to say things about something I don’t remember. Nurse!’ Rakesh said: ‘Please calm down, Professor Lucas. Have you kept any documents or plans from the war that might help us?’ ‘I don’t know what you are talking about. Nurse!’ Lucas groped for the button on her emergency cord and pressed it.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 68 www.davidstedman.co.uk Shan and Rakesh looked at each other helplessly. ‘I want you two to go,’ Lucas said. She was becoming very agitated. ‘Go, go, go!’ The nurse burst into the room followed by a young woman who shouted: ‘What the hell is going on here? Who are you people?’ She went to Mrs Lucas’s chair and took her hand. ‘It’s all right, gran, they’re going now.’ The nurse said: ‘This is Mrs Lucas’s granddaughter. Whoever you are you’d better leave. I’m sorry, Mary. I thought they were genuine. They fooled me.’ Mary Lucas was medium height, a little shorter than Shan Veronesi, with neatly groomed short brown hair, striking hazel eyes and cheek bones that most women would die for. She held herself well and seemed confident and capable. She was wearing a nurse’s uniform but of a different design from the care home uniform. Mary said: ‘It’s okay. Can you look after gran for a few minutes? I want to talk to these two out in the corridor.’ Shan and Rakesh followed Mary Lucas out to the corridor. Mary said: ‘Who are you and why were you in my grandmother’s room?’ Shan said: ‘We came to interview Professor Lucas about her work during the Second World War and after on Project Seal.’ Mary replied: ‘Are you Chinese?’ ‘That’s what your grandmother asked. What does that matter? It’s very important that . . .’ ‘I asked you a question. Are you Chinese?’ ‘My mother is Chinese, my father is Italian but I consider myself more British than anything. What does it matter if I am Chinese? Have the Chinese been to see Professor Lucas?’ Mary said: ‘What sort of bloody gibberish are you talking about?’ Rakesh said hastily: ‘I’m very sorry that we upset your grandmother. I work with Indian intelligence and we need information about Project Seal. It’s vitally important to the security of the world.’ ‘I’ve never heard of Project Seal and I’ve never heard my grandmother talk about such work. I want you to leave now and not come back.’ Rakesh said: ‘Please ask your grandmother about Project Seal. If you find out anything we are staying at the Radisson Central in town.’ ‘Please go.’ Shan and Rakesh left the care home. As they walked the footpath towards the gate Rakesh said: ‘Well, that was an embarrassing fiasco. Are you sure she was the right Professor

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 69 www.davidstedman.co.uk Lucas?’ ‘Yes, I’m sure. Typical of you to assume I’d made that sort of mistake.’ ‘What do you expect? We travelled a long way to spend three minutes with a dotty old woman who knows nothing about Project Seal.’ ‘Both Lucas and that girl seemed obsessed with me being Chinese. That must suggest something.’ ‘Perhaps they’re both racists?’ ‘I doubt whether Mary is racist, the way she was looking at you with those big hazel eyes. And you were looking back in the same way with your big brown eyes.’ Rakesh shook his head in disgust. ‘You’re insane.’ ‘I’m not a fool. Your attitude to her was completely different to your attitude to me. You were almost drooling.’ ‘You’re talking rubbish.’ ‘Didn’t you find her attractive?’ ‘Yes. She’s very pretty.’ Shan stormed away. ‘Where are you going?’ Rakesh shouted. ‘A long way away from you while I calm down.’ Rakesh stared after Shan then shook his head in frustration. He debated whether to return to the hotel but decided, reluctantly, to follow Shan and keep her out of trouble.

17 Main canteen, US National Geological Survey, Federal Center, Denver, Colorado, Febru- ary 6th Linda Marquez looked up from her meal when someone asked: ‘Do you mind if I join you?’ She forced herself to smile and replied: ‘Please do.’ Sammy Mendoza put down his plate and sat down at the table. He was tall, slim, and beautifully groomed and dressed. A real player, as slick as his thick black hair. Despite the in- tensity of her guilt, Linda had to admit he was an attractive man. He asked: ‘What do you think of the food in this canteen?’ Linda shrugged. ‘Not much, but I haven’t got much appetite lately.’ ‘I bet the food was better in the White House.’ Linda regarded her companion critically. ‘You must be Sammy Mendoza.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 70 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘That’s right. You’re Linda Marquez. You’ve been asking about me. Why?’ ‘I hear you prefer Hispanic women. You’re a good looking guy and I’ve heard you like fun. Fun seems to be in short supply in Denver.’ ‘Denver is where fun comes to die. Except when I’m around.’ Mendoza picked at his chicken salad. Linda said: ‘You like to eat healthy?’ ‘I like to keep myself looking good, as you obviously do.’ Linda forced another smile. ‘Thank you. This grey uniform doesn’t do much for me. You’re a fast worker, Sammy. I’ve only been working here a few days and you’re hitting on me.’ Mendoza grinned. ‘You’re pretty fast yourself. You asked about me first. How long do I have to wait? Until another guy moves in on the hottest woman to start work here in years? I noticed you the first day you started. And, like I said, you’ve been asking about me.’ ‘Okay, you’ve sussed me. You seem to know a lot about me. What have you heard?’ ‘Let’s see. You used to work for the Secret Service in the White House. You were Marti- na Logan’s personal assistant. You must have pissed off the new President pretty badly because she exiled you to this shit house.’ ‘It’s the only way I could save my pension.’ ‘Also, you’re divorcing your husband.’ The leer in Mendoza’s expression confirmed what Linda suspected and dreaded. She realised she could not go through with the charade that President Brady had ordered and decided to get this assignment over with as soon as possible. If her tactics succeeded, good. If they did not then so be it and farewell to her career. She leaned forward so that Mendoza could catch a glimpse of cleavage. She said: ‘It’s true that Brady is pissed off with me, and it’s true that coming to work here is the only way I could save my career. What Brady would not want me to tell you is that I’m here undercover to find out about someone, someone who’s been asking too many questions about Washington, the White House and what goes on.’ The look on Mendoza’s face told Linda that she had struck gold. Mendoza said: ‘Who is it?’ ‘It’s you, Sammy.’ Mendoza put down his fork. ‘You’re crazy. I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ ‘Take it easy, Sammy. The Feds have been monitoring your devices, computers, laptops, cell phones, both personal and here at work. They’re on to you.’ ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 71 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘I’m your escape clause, Sammy. I can keep you from being arrested, keep you from spending time in prison where a pretty boy like you will make some gangbanger a nice bitch.’ ‘Even if I was doing something wrong, why are you telling me this?’ ‘Because Brady thinks she’s got me over a barrel. She thinks I care about the Secret Service pension, about my reputation. I don’t give a flying fuck about that. You’re Hispanic, like me. You know it’s a white world and we have to live in it. Brady is a stupid racist bitch and I want out. I’ll give you all the information you want about White House security routines, secret layouts inside, the structure, geology, personnel. And the Capitol if you want it.’ Mendoza looked around the near deserted canteen. Linda said: ‘I’m not wired, Sammy. You can feel if you like.’ She unbuttoned her blouse and gave Mendoza a flash of her bra. ‘I know you don’t want to say anything. You’re asking yourself what I want. I’ll tell you. I want money, lots of it. The Feds have tapped your bank accounts, including that one in the Bahamas into which most of the money is paid. I want some of that gravy, Sammy. Whatever deal you’re into, I want my share. Then we can both walk away. You can give Denver the finger and I can give Brady and the Secret Service the finger. Who’s paying you? Who are you working for?’ Mendoza looked at Linda and said nothing. Linda continued: ‘Okay, you’re thinking why should you tell me who’s paying you for information so consider this. They are paying you considerable sums for inside information about the White House and the President. Think how much they would pay for you not to betray them to the Feds. Like I said, I’m your get out of jail free card. If you tried to blackmail your employers they’d probably laugh in your face but I’ve got all the connections with the authorities. I’ve got the clout, Sammy. Think how much they would pay for the best information from me plus not being shopped to the authorities. It’s blackmail. We’d have them in our power. So I’ll give you the information you need to sweeten the deal but I want to know who’s paying you. It’s a form of insurance for me. You’ve hit the jackpot with me, Sammy. What do you say?’ Mendoza sat back and stared at Linda. She needed another incentive to seal the deal. With a sick feeling in her stomach she said: ‘There’s no reason why we can’t have a little fun on the way, Sammy. You’re a good looking guy. Think about what I’ve said. Sleep on it. In fact, let’s both sleep on it.’

18 Radisson Central Hotel, Auckland, New Zealand, February 6th It was early evening when Shan Veronesi and Rakesh Dhawan entered the elevator to take them to their floor. Rakesh said: ‘This whole trip has been a waste of time. We haven’t found anything about Project Seal that isn’t in the public domain and freely available on the internet.’ ‘And I suppose it’s all my fault, is it?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 72 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Did I say that? You’ve worked hard and at least we can be confident we have gathered as much information as possible.’ ‘Well, that’s as near a compliment as you’ve ever given me. I’ll take it. I’m going to have a hot shower, a big meal and several stiff drinks.’ Shan stepped out of the elevator and gasped in shock. A uniformed policeman was stationed outside their adjoining rooms. Both doors were wide open. The assistant manager of the hotel came out of Rakesh’s room and said: ‘Oh, Miss Veronesi and Mr Dhawan, I’m so glad you’ve returned. I’m afraid someone has broken into your rooms and ransacked them.’ Shan looked into her room and Rakesh looked into his. Their belongings were strewn all over and much of the furniture and fittings broken and smashed. Rakesh said: ‘How could this happen? Doesn’t the hotel have security?’ The assistant manager was uncomfortable. ‘Of course, but it’s a large hotel with very many people coming and going at all times of day and night. The culprits were caught on our security cameras but they were wearing caps and hoods which masked their faces. There were two men.’ A uniformed policewoman stepped out of the elevator and walked towards them. The assistant manager said: ‘This is Sergeant Faulkner. She has been investigating the crime. Ser- geant, these are the two occupants of the room, Miss Veronesi and Mr Dhawan.’ Faulkner said: ‘I’ve been interviewing the hotel staff and reviewing the security footage. I think it’s unlikely that we will be able to catch the culprits. This sort of random hotel crime is, fortunately, uncommon in Auckland but not unknown. I would ask you to check your rooms and give me a list of anything that is missing, especially high value items that we may be able to trace.’ Shan and Rakesh were about to start their room check when the elevator doors opened and Mary Lucas stepped out. She had changed her nurse’s uniform for a sweater and jeans. She was very angry and took no notice of the police sergeant standing with Shan and Rakesh. ‘You two,’ she roared. ‘You’ve killed my grandmother.’ Shan and Rakesh looked at her in astonishment. Shan said: ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘My grandmother died this morning. It was the shock and agitation of being interrogated by you two. It was too much for her.’ Mary suddenly realised there was something else happening. ‘What’s going on?’ Sergeant Faulkner asked: ‘Who are you?’ ‘My name is Mary Lucas. These two broke into my grandmother’s care home without my permission, asked her a lot of impertinent questions about some insane project, as the result of which she died.’ ‘Hold on,’ Faulkner said. ‘Miss Veronesi and Mr Dhawan are tourists, visitors to Auck-

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 73 www.davidstedman.co.uk land. Why should they break into your grandmother’s care home?’ Rakesh said: ‘We did not break in. The nurse allowed us to see Mrs Lucas.’ ‘You admit you went to see this Mrs Lucas. Why would you want to visit an elderly lady?’ Mary said: ‘Why don’t you look in those bags they’re carrying? These two are not tourists. They’re more like spies.’ Shan said: ‘It’s absurd to call us spies. We are carrying out legitimate scientific research on a once secret New Zealand project that is now fully in the public domain. We were aware that Mrs Lucas had worked on this project many years ago and merely wanted to ask her a few questions. We certainly did not harass or intimidate her.’ ‘What does this secret project concern?’ Faulkner asked. Mary jumped in and said: ‘It’s a plan to artificially cause earthquakes and tidal waves by the use of atomic bombs.’ Rakesh said: ‘You’ve clearly looked it up on the internet after we told you about it.’ ‘Yes, I did, but I don’t give a flying fuck for Project Seal. I care about my gran and your interference has caused her death.’ Faulkner said: ‘That’s a very serious accusation, Miss Lucas.’ She turned to Shan and Rakesh. ‘Is it possible that your research efforts and these room break-ins are connected? Could the culprits have been looking for secret information?’ ‘No,’ Rakesh replied vehemently. ‘As Miss Veronesi pointed out, all the information we have gathered is freely available on the internet.’ ‘Then why travel to New Zealand?’ Mary said. ‘Sergeant, I want these two arrested for the manslaughter of my grandmother.’ ‘Sergeant Faulkner,’ Rakesh said, ‘my father is Premendra Dhawan. He is the head of all India’s intelligence services. He will be able to vouch for me and Miss Veronesi and assure the Auckland authorities that we are on a legitimate research trip, not spying.’ Faulkner said: ‘This is spiralling way above my pay grade. I want you two, and you, Miss Lucas, to stay here while I call for back up.’ ‘What if I don’t want to stay with these two murderers?’ Mary said. ‘Then I’ll have to detain you until we sort this out,’ Faulkner said. Shan turned on Rakesh. ‘Well done. Bringing your dad into this and mentioning Indian intelligence turned an awkward situation into a fiasco. We’ll probably end up in a New Zealand prison cell charged with espionage.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 74 www.davidstedman.co.uk 19 The Blarney Stone, Denver, Colorado, February 14th It was late in the evening when Linda Marquez entered the Irish pub. Music by The Corrs was playing softly in the background. She was relieved to see Sammy Mendoza sitting on a stool at the end of the long bar and that there were not many drinkers at the bar. Most of the patrons, celebrating Saint Valentine’s Day, were eating in the restaurant section. Mendoza said: ‘Hi Linda. Good idea picking this pub, didn’t know you had Irish blood.’ ‘I don’t.’ ‘What are you drinking? Guinness?’ ‘Can’t stand the stuff. Jack Daniels and Coke.’ Linda took off her overcoat and hung it over the back of the stool. She had deliberately selected a low cut dress for the meeting. Mendoza said: ‘You look hot.’ ‘Thanks. I’m glad you came, Sammy.’ ‘Did you think I wouldn’t?’ Linda shrugged. ‘You might have had second thoughts. Let’s get business over with and then think about fun.’ ‘Sounds good to me. You’re not wired or carrying any recording devices are you?’ Linda leaned forward as she handed over her bag. ‘Have a look in there. You’ve already taken a good look at my boobs. You can see I’m not wearing a wire. I’m not up to anything except earning money, lots of it. So did your “client” come up with the goods?’ Mendoza smiled. ‘When I explained what an asset I had found in you they couldn’t wait to hand over the cash.’ ‘How much?’ Mendoza leaned forward and whispered: ‘Twenty grand.’ Linda pretended disappointment. ‘Twenty grand? I want more than that.’ ‘That’s just a down payment. They want a sample of what we can give them before they hand over the real cash.’ ‘Have you taken your cut?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘So, how are we going to do the handover?’ ‘In the parking lot, like you suggested. The information you want is on paper, a folder in my car.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 75 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘A paper folder? Nothing on disc or memory stick?’ ‘No, you told me the Feds are hacking my computer.’ ‘Fair enough. And the money?’ ‘In cash. In my car. What about your side of the bargain? What have you got? Memory stick?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘In your car?’ ‘No. It’s on me, hidden in my bra.’ ‘Great hiding place.’ ‘Just an insurance. You couldn’t get to it in a public place without causing a commotion.’ Mendoza laughed. ‘It’s fun doing business with you, Linda Marquez.’ ‘It’ll be more fun when the handover is concluded.’ ‘Come back to my place. We’ll celebrate with a drink.’ ‘I don’t think your wife would like that.’ Mendoza looked as though he’d been slapped. ‘How did you know I’m married?’ ‘I do my homework, Sammy. Or rather the Feds do it for me. Where is your wife?’ ‘She’s away for a few days, with the kids. Is this a deal breaker, for the fun part I mean?’ ‘No, but it would be better if you came back to my hotel. I haven’t found anywhere permanent yet.’ ‘I don’t know. You might have had the room bugged.’ ‘Listen, Sammy, sooner or later we have to start trusting each other. You already know the Feds have enough to hang you. You need me to get you out of the trouble you’re in.’ ‘The stuff in my car tells you who we’re selling the information to. What if you cut me out and sell it to them directly?’ ‘Then you’d find out and I don’t believe you’re a man to cross. All I want is money and to get the hell out of Denver.’ Mendoza finished his drink. ‘Okay, shall we get it done?’ ‘I’m ready.’ They left the pub and walked out to the parking lot. The lot was hidden from the main entrance and sheltered by a grass bank that separated the building from the nearby highway.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 76 www.davidstedman.co.uk The lot was illuminated by one spot lamp but, on the verges, it was dark and quiet. Linda followed Mendoza to his car. He opened the door but then hesitated, still suspicious. ‘You first. Show me what you’ve got.’ Linda opened her overcoat and blouse and took out the memory stick. She held it behind her back while she leaned forward and kissed Mendoza on the lips. ‘More where that came from when we’ve done the swap. Let’s see the folder.’ Mendoza reached into his car and picked up a plastic folder. ‘Why don’t we do the swap when we get to the hotel?’ ‘No, I want a quick look at what you’ve got.’ ‘How do I know that what’s on that memory stick isn’t a load of crap?’ ‘You just have to trust me. Where’s the cash? In that hold-all?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘As a mark of good faith, you keep the cash until we get to my hotel, but I want the folder now.’ Mendoza hesitated a few seconds longer and then said: ‘Give me the memory stick first.’ Linda did as Mendoza asked and he handed over the folder. Linda opened it and flipped through a few pages. ‘Good,’ she said. ‘I’ll put this in my car, you follow and then we’ll get the party started.’ Two men emerged from behind an SUV. They were wearing dark clothes with baseballs caps pulled low to conceal their faces. They were holding silenced pistols. One attacker shot Mendoza in the back, twice. Mendoza collapsed on to his knees and fell forward at Linda’s feet. The shooter said to his accomplice: ‘Get in and start the car.’ To Linda he said: ‘Give me the folder and the memory stick.’ Linda said: ‘You’ve made a big mistake. There are infrared cameras installed up there showing the Feds everything you are doing. You have about twenty seconds to get away before they arrive.’ ‘Nice try but I checked all that before. There’s nothing up there. Hand over the folder.’ ‘There’s nothing much in it. Mendoza was conning me.’ ‘Stop wasting my fucking time. Hand it over or in three seconds I’ll spread your pretty face all over this parking lot.’

20 No. 95, East Road, Uttam Nagar, New Delhi, February 14th Shan Veronesi got out of the taxi and then slid out her suitcase. Rakesh Dhawan lifted out his luggage from the trunk. He paid the fare and the taxi drove away. Shan said: ‘What is

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 77 www.davidstedman.co.uk this place?’ ‘I’m no expert,’ Rakesh replied, ‘but it looks like a house. A spacious but ordinary modern house in a pleasant suburb of the capital.’ ‘I can see that, but why are we here?’ ‘I don’t know. My father told us to come here, with our luggage, as soon as we returned from New Zealand and before we go anywhere else.’ ‘Are you sure this is the right address?’ ‘Let me think. As an officer in the Indian Air Force I can navigate an aeroplane to anywhere in the world but I can’t give a taxi the right directions. Of course it’s the right address!’ Shan pressed the doorbell. A few seconds later the front door was opened by Premendra Dhawan. ‘Dad!’ Rakesh exclaimed. ‘What are you doing here?’ ‘I’m the proud father welcoming you back from your honeymoon. Come in. Bring in your luggage.’ Shan lifted her case into the lobby and said: ‘If that was a honeymoon it must have been the worst one ever.’ ‘I agree,’ Rakesh said. ‘What is this place?’ ‘This house is owned by Indian intelligence. It’s a safe house and you two will be living here as man and wife for however long you need to.’ Shan and Rakesh looked at each other. Shan said: ‘I can’t live in the same house as him. I’ll stay in a hotel.’ Rakesh said: ‘What are you talking about, dad? My leave is almost over. I have to rejoin my squadron in a couple of days.’ ‘You have been seconded to Indian intelligence indefinitely. Your commanding officer has been informed. He was not pleased but I outrank him, by several grades. I’ve made a pot of tea. You two get settled in and freshen up and I’ll explain.’ Shan said: ‘It better be a very good explanation, Mr Dhawan.’

An hour later they gathered in the lounge. Prem said: ‘Let’s sit down. I want to begin by reviewing your trip to New Zealand, a trip financed by IB.’ Shan asked: ‘What is IB?’ ‘It stands for Intelligence Bureau, of which I am the director, among other branches, and is the primary intelligence service of India. Am I correct in stating that this journey, financed

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 78 www.davidstedman.co.uk by the public at considerable cost, to interview an elderly professor who worked on Project Seal, resulted in your being ejected by the lady’s granddaughter after only a few minutes, with no useful information attained, followed by a tour of Auckland’s museums, public offices and repositories, and so on, to gather information, the vast majority of which is freely available on the internet, the visit having caused the death of Professor Lucas, then having your hotel rooms ransacked by unknown intruders, and being accused of murder by Mary Lucas and being detained by Auckland police service with me having to do some considerable explaining to get you out. Is that a fair summary?’ ‘No,’ Rakesh protested. ‘That puts a bad spin on what we tried to achieve.’ ‘Very well,’ Prem said. ‘I understand that Professor Lucas became agitated by your questioning. You are my son but you can be impatient and aggressive. Were you too aggressive with Professor Lucas?’ Before Rakesh could answer, Shan said: ‘Much as it pains me to defend Rakesh, he was not threatening or impatient with Professor Lucas. On the contrary, she seemed to like Rakesh. She thought he was handsome. It was me she did not like.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because of my Chinese blood, or so it seemed.’ Prem nodded. ‘Very interesting. You still have no idea who ransacked your rooms?’ ‘No,’ Shan said. ‘The police think it was simply opportunistic thieves.’ ‘Did the villains take anything relating to Project Seal?’ ‘No. We didn’t leave anything pertaining to Project Seal in our rooms. We were carrying lots of documents when we returned from our tour of public offices.’ ‘Were any other rooms in the hotel ransacked by these “opportunistic thieves”?’ ‘Apparently not,’ Shan replied. ‘So what does that tell you?’ ‘That we were specifically targeted,’ Shan said glumly. ‘Exactly,’ Prem said. ‘Somebody knows why you were in Auckland and why you were there. Did either of you tell anyone else outside our group where you were going?’ ‘Absolutely not,’ Rakesh said. ‘The same,’ Shan said. Prem nodded and thought for a moment. ‘Do you think that your visit caused the death of Professor Lucas?’ ‘I would be loath to think so,’ Rakesh said, ‘but we can’t be sure.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 79 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘She was very old,’ Shan said. Prem said: ‘You can both rest easy in your minds, because Patricia Lucas was murdered.’ ‘What!’ Rakesh exclaimed. ‘How do you know?’ ‘Because the Auckland police informed me of their inquiry.’ ‘Do they know who did it?’ ‘No, but they know how it was done. She was asphyxiated, probably by a cushion over her face.’ ‘That’s terrible,’ Shan said. ‘I feel guilty. Ashamed.’ ‘You can make amends by helping with the investigation.’ ‘What investigation? You mean the murder? Do we have to go back to New Zealand to be interrogated or something?’’ ‘No,’ Prem said. ‘The Auckland police accept you could not have murdered Professor Lucas. I mean the investigation into Ocean Sunburst.’ ‘Hold on,’ Rakesh said. ‘I understood that Prime Minister Mishra, and other heads of state, didn’t want a formal investigation for fear of upsetting China.’ ‘Son, politicians are only interested in their reputation and in gaining and keeping power. They can afford to gamble. As director of our country’s intelligence services I cannot afford to gamble. The safety and security of India, and other areas of the world, may be at grave risk. I have taken the decision that we will investigate Ocean Sunburst.’ ‘Just us?’ Rakesh protested. ‘Without help and without any real evidence?’ ‘As to evidence, think what has been happening over the past few weeks. The tsunami in Hawaii, after which Shan and Christopher Wyatt reported seeing a gang of Korean killers robbing the dead. The attempted assassination of President Brady which nearly killed ex-Pres- ident Logan, the attack on Mohana at the conference and her strange disappearance, the murder of Professor Lucas and the ransacking of your hotel rooms.’ Rakesh said: ‘But they all seem like separate unconnected events. What makes you think they are all to do with Ocean Sunburst?’ ‘I’m not sure, at least not all of them, but my instinct tells me that there is a new evil being unleashed on the world. Tsunamis and earthquakes have devastated Hawaii, Russia, Japan and other locations. India could, and probably will be next. We have to act, despite what our political masters might ordain.’ ‘We have no proof and we can’t do it on our own,’ Shan said. Prem said: ‘We have a sort of proof, and we are not alone. We unexpectedly have some

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 80 www.davidstedman.co.uk powerful allies.’ ‘Who?’ Shan and Rakesh asked in unison. ‘Christopher Wyatt has reported to me that the Russians are aware of the Ocean Sun- burst plot and are convinced that China is behind it, in tandem with their puppy state North Korea.’ ‘Do you believe him?’ Rakesh said. ‘If Christopher says it is true then it is true. I cannot tell you the circumstances but Christopher told me the information is from the mouth of Russian President Osipenkov himself.’ ‘Wow,’ Shan said. ‘Chris has some unlikely friends.’ ‘As I have told you more than once, Christopher Wyatt is an unusual and outstanding officer. I am very glad he is our friend. He is not the only one.’ ‘You mean Linda Marquez?’ Shan said. ‘Captain Marquez is on a special mission at the moment, and unable to help us, but she is not who I mean.’ ‘Then who?’ ‘Your fellow house guest, who will be arriving within a day or so.’ ‘Who is it?’ ‘Mary Lucas.’ ‘What!’ Shan cried. ‘She blamed us for her grandmother’s death, she had us ejected from the care home and accused us of murder. Why is she coming here? She hates me and she knows nothing about what her grandmother was doing on Project Seal.’ ‘At that time she didn’t but she has subsequently investigated her grandmother’s past and belongings and has found a vast cache of previously unpublished research documents about Project Seal. They cannot be transmitted electronically, not least for security reasons, so she is bringing them to India personally. She claims she knew nothing about what her grandmother was doing many years ago but now she wants to help us in any way she can, especially if we can identify her grandmother’s murderer. You two will be working with her to analyse these documents.’ Rakesh said: ‘How do you know we can trust her?’ ‘How do I know I can trust you, Rakesh?’ ‘I’m your son! Of course you can trust me.’ ‘I trust you not to deliberately betray me but can I trust your rash impetuous nature not to betray me inadvertently.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 81 www.davidstedman.co.uk Rakesh, crestfallen, looked at Shan. ‘How can you trust her?’ ‘I don’t,’ Prem said. ‘Wait a minute,’ Shan said. ‘It was me who came to you with the Ocean Sunburst theory. Why would I do that if I was involved in some subterfuge?’ ‘I don’t know, but you were present in Waikiki for the tsunami, present at my wedding when Mohana disappeared, and present in New Zealand when Professor Lucas was murdered. The Auckland police have established that you and Rakesh were elsewhere and could not possibly have murdered Lucas, but I’m paid well to be highly suspicious. That’s why the three of you will be living and working in this anonymous but comfortable house and watching over each other and investigating each other.’ Shan said angrily: ‘I have dual British and Italian citizenship. You have no legal right to hold me here. What if I refuse to stay in this house with him?’ ‘Then I’ll trump up some charges and have you arrested until you agree.’ ‘Is the house bugged?’ Rakesh asked. Prem smiled. ‘That’s for me to know and you to guess.’ Rakesh shook his head. ‘I’m seeing a side to you that I didn’t suspect existed.’ ‘What side is that?’ ‘Tough, brutal, uncompromising.’ ‘Believe me, Rakesh, the enemies of India, and the free world, are much tougher, brutal and uncompromising than me.’ Prem stood up. ‘I’ll leave you to it. I suggest that you do a bit of shopping first. There’s not much in the house.’ Shan and Rakesh followed Prem to the front door. Prem said: ‘Prepare to work hard and diligently, and no hanky-panky.’ ‘Whatever do you mean, father?’ Rakesh said sarcastically. ‘You know very well what I mean.’ ‘Well, you’ve chosen a perfect house partner if you don’t want any “hanky-panky”. There is no chance.’ ‘Until Miss Lucas shows up,’ Shan said. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I saw the way you looked at her in New Zealand. Your eyes lit up.’ ‘She is very attractive,’ Rakesh admitted. ‘And I’m not?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 82 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘You said it, not me.’ Prem said: ‘Let me repeat. No hanky-panky, with anyone. Understood?’ Prem left and Shan closed the front door. She said: ‘Your dad is a tough cookie. So are you. Why do you hate me so much?’ Rakesh turned and walked into the kitchen without answering. Well, Shan said to herself, this is going to be fun.

21 The Blarney Stone, Denver, Colorado, February 14th Linda Marquez accepted that she was about to die. She whispered a prayer and composed herself for the inevitable. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure running precip- itously down the grass bank. A familiar voice shouted: ‘Linda, get down.’ The gunman, distracted, fired and missed as Linda dropped to the ground. Christopher Wyatt launched himself at the gunman. The momentum of his charge knocked the gunman flat on his back. The pistol flew out of the gunman’s hand and fell behind the car being driven by his accomplice. The gunman, with surprising agility, leapt to his feet and elbowed Wyatt in the face. The gunman scrabbled to retrieve the pistol. He picked it up and turned to shoot Wyatt but the car reversed sharply and knocked him down. The gunman screamed in agony. The car lurched forward and then reversed over him. The driver changed gear and the car roared out of the parking lot. Linda, shocked and disorientated, stood up and said: ‘Chris? What are you doing here?’ Wyatt moved towards her to take her in his arms but she stepped away from him. ‘What am I doing here?’ Wyatt responded, more harshly than he intended. ‘You have a lot of explaining to do yourself.’ Wyatt kneeled down beside the injured gunman, grabbed him by his shirtfront and pulled him upright. Wyatt said: ‘Who are you? Who are you working for?’ The gunman made a gurgling sound. Pink fluid dribbled from his mouth, then he was silent. Wyatt laid the gunman down gently and said: ‘He’s dead.’ He picked up the pistol and stood up. ‘Come on, we have to get away from here.’ ‘Get away? We should wait for the police.’ ‘If we wait for the police we get detained. If what’s in that folder is as important as I think it is then we should get away and secure the contents.’ ‘Chris, I’m working for the President.’ ‘Are you sure? Which is your car?’ Linda took out her beeper and pressed the button. The lights of a blue Chevrolet blinked. Linda did not move. ‘My duty is to inform the police and the President what has happened.’ ‘Your duty is also to your husband and to your fellow citizens. Get in the car and let’s

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 83 www.davidstedman.co.uk go. You can sort out this mess later when we’ve found what’s in that folder.’ Linda opened the car door but said: ‘This is wrong, Chris.’ They got in and drove away from the parking lot. ‘Where shall we go? Back to my hotel?’ ‘No, back to mine. Yours might be watched.’ ‘Watched? The only one watching me was you. Have you been following me, spying on me?’ ‘Yes, in a way. I wanted to surprise you for Valentine’s Day but I didn’t want to compro- mise whatever job you were doing by contacting you until the time was right. Why didn’t you tell me you were going undercover, and in Denver of all places?’ ‘Because I knew you’d be angry, like you are now, and not want me to do it.’ ‘Damn right I’m angry. You’re a captain in the Secret Service, not an undercover operative. Why did you agree to do it?’ Linda desperately tried to concentrate on driving, grateful that traffic was light. She did not want to mention the threat Brady had whispered. She said: ‘Brady asked me to do it because I was perfect for the job.’ ‘Brady’s a stupid bitch.’ ‘She’s my President!’ ‘And Murdo Montrose is my Prime Minister but I wouldn’t act like a fucking poodle just because he wanted me to bark.’ ‘I’ve never seen you this angry. How did you know I was in Denver?’ ‘Jazmin Isaacs assumed that I knew what you were doing and told me enough without me having to ask. That’s tight security for you! I could tell this mission could be insanely dangerous so I decided to come and keep an eye on you.’ ‘Keep an eye on me?’ Linda repeated angrily. She saw the entrance to a deserted shopping mall parking lot and turned in. She switched off the engine. ‘What are you doing?’ Wyatt asked. Linda struggled to retain her temper. ‘Keep an eye on me? When did you appoint yourself my nanny?’ Wyatt said: ‘Let’s see, it could have been at that moment when I said “I do”. You’re my wife now, for Christ’s sake, and then I find out you’ve been sent to some hick town in the mid- West to flirt with some guy who has information about who knows what!’ ‘If you don’t know what information I was sent to obtain, how come you’re so concerned to get this folder safe?’ ‘Because I can guess what it’s about. There are things happening, bad things, and we’re

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 84 www.davidstedman.co.uk getting caught in the middle.’ ‘What do you mean “bad things”?’ ‘Let’s get back to my hotel and we’ll talk about it.’ ‘I’m not going back to your hotel. I’m going to report to Brady and then to the police about what happened back at the pub.’ ‘Are you crazy, Linda? I realise I’ve lost my temper but you’re my wife and I love you. I wasn’t about to leave you to fend for yourself in some lunatic undercover operation.’ ‘I don’t need a big man as a nursemaid. I can fend for myself.’ ‘Really? You were about to fend for yourself by getting shot in the face if I hadn’t acted as nursemaid.’ ‘Get out of the car,’ Linda said. ‘What? Are you serious?’ ‘Yes. Get out of the car. As you rightly pointed out, I’m a captain in the Secret Service and I’m going to report to the police and then the President. This folder is going with me. What I was doing was exposing someone threatening the security of my country.’ ‘By kissing the guy?’ ‘Oh, so that’s what this is all about. You’re jealous.’ ‘Damn straight I’m jealous. Some Valentine’s Day to find my wife throwing herself at that walking oil slick! Were you going to sleep with him to get information?’ ‘We’ve both made mistakes and had to do things we didn’t like in the past. Perhaps one of us is still doing them.’ ‘What do you mean by that?’ Linda popped the passenger door open. ‘Get out of the car.’ ‘Do you think I’m up to something? Do you think I’m cheating? You’re mad.’ ‘I’m mad as hell. Get out of the car before I call the police.’ ‘I don’t know where I am. I don’t know where my hotel is.’ ‘Didn’t your special forces training teach you how to find a hotel?’ ‘Now you’re just being bloody silly.’ ‘Get out.’ ‘I have to fly back to London tomorrow. You’re on your own.’ ‘That’s how I like it.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 85 www.davidstedman.co.uk Wyatt looked at Linda and said: ‘Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps I misjudged you.’ He got out of the car. Linda watched her husband walk away into the night, then she drove away. The harsh words exchanged stuck in her throat and kicked her stomach with an aching regret.

22 Denver International Airport, Colorado, February 15th Christopher Wyatt pressed receive and Premendra Dhawan appeared on the screen of his smartphone. Wyatt said: ‘Hello, Prem, it’s good to see a friendly face.’ ‘Can you talk, Christopher? Where are you?’ ‘I’m at Denver International waiting for my red-eye flight back to London.’ ‘Denver? What are you doing in Denver?’ ‘Upsetting the woman I love, endangering my marriage, wondering why I make so many stupid mistakes with women.’ ‘Oh dear. Tell me what you have done now. You seem to need a friendly shoulder to cry on.’ ‘Is this the secure connection, Prem?’ ‘Yes, as long as you are not being overheard you can say anything. Have you got the time?’ ‘Yes, endless time, and there’s no-one else near me.’ ‘Then tell me what’s going on.’ Wyatt related all that had happened in Denver over the past couple of days. ‘What do you think?’ ‘It sounds as if Linda is very unsure of herself, perhaps feeling belittled and humiliated after recent events concerning her President. For years she enjoyed a trusting and rewarding relationship with the First Lady and President Logan and now the new President is suspicious and accusatory, especially after the attempted assassination of Logan. Linda seemed down when you visited me in Goa. If Brady has sent her on an errand that Linda believes is some sort of punishment then she will feel undervalued. You showing up after shadowing her probably made her feel even more humiliated.’ ‘Come on, Prem! I humiliated her by saving her from being shot in the face!’ ‘Well, Linda realised that she had let the situation get out of hand and she had lost control. We both understand what an uncomfortable feeling that is. I sense that you are more upset by the way she was behaving towards this Mendoza fellow.’ ‘She kissed him, she was wearing a low cut dress and flirting with him. I would have

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 86 www.davidstedman.co.uk killed him myself if the other bloke hadn’t done it for me. I can’t help wondering if she would have slept with him to find out what Brady wants.’ ‘I understand that an incident from the past is preying on your mind but it seems that Linda was planning to get the information from Mendoza and then escape Denver entirely. She would not have betrayed you. I have to say that I am more interested in the two killers. To send hitmen to retrieve the folder is an extreme response to what are supposedly geological surveys, or even inside information about the White House.’ ‘You’re right, Prem. I should be concentrating on what was going on there.’ ‘Let Linda concentrate on that. Have you spoken to her since?’ ‘Yes, by phone. Things are still strained. She won’t even tell me where she is. She seems to suspect me of being up to something. She might have gone back to Washington.’ ‘Do you want me to track her cell phone?’ ‘No. It would only make things worse. Here I am boring you with my troubles when you have far worse problems. Any news about Mohana?’ ‘I’m afraid not. Nothing at all. I have as many resources as I can muster looking for her but not a clue. Our chemists analysed the drug used on Mohana at the temple. It’s scopolamine, or hyoscine, colloquially known as Devil’s Breath or the zombie drug. It’s refined from the leaves of a rather beautiful South American tree called borrachero which bears yellow and white blooms.’ ‘Well, it sounds lovely, Prem, but can you cut the natural history lecture and tell me what it does?’ ‘It’s blown in the face of the victim and renders them incapable of free will and normal judgement, hence the nickname zombie drug. The victim will do exactly as told for several hours. It can cause hallucinations and, in high doses, can be lethal. It explains why Mohana ran away from your rescue attempt. She must be completely under the control of her captors. Other prominent political and public figures from different countries have disappeared, apparently in similar circumstances to Mohana. Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, Thailand, Bangladesh, they have all lost people.’ ‘All from a roughly similar area. That’s very strange.’ ‘There are many strange things happening and yet our political masters seem reluctant to act or investigate and without orders from above, organisations like the CIA, MI6 or my own IB cannot act. But Trident can.’ Wyatt smiled. ‘Prem, you old fox, I suspect you are up to something.’ ‘I think it’s time for Trident to meet up, together with my son Rakesh, Shan Veronesi and a new ally we have recruited from New Zealand. She has brought us some very interesting new information. Also, a getaway break might help repair the rift between you and Linda. It

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 87 www.davidstedman.co.uk grieves me that my most trusted friends are at loggerheads. When can you make it?’ ‘I have to be in London for a few days. It’s a commitment I can’t escape. I have a very important guest to squire around our great capital city.’ ‘If it’s who I think it is then he could prove another very important ally.’ ‘I suspect Linda will be detained by Brady in the White House, but a get together sounds very tempting. Make it somewhere warm and sunny, Prem.’ ‘By good fortune I soon have to make an official visit to somewhere very warm and sunny. Would Phuket Island suit you?’ ‘Like a glove, my friend.’

23 Cathedral of the Holy Mother and All Saints, London, February 22nd Gennady Osipenkov clapped his hands in delight as Wyatt drove the Range Rover across Chiswick Bridge. ‘What a view!’ Osipenkov cried. ‘Which of your great poets wrote that earth has nothing more fair to show than the vista of London Town?’ ‘I’ve no idea,’ Wyatt replied. ‘I’m not big on poetry. Perhaps Shakespeare?’ Osipenkov turned to the two security men sitting in the back. ‘Do you know who wrote it?’ His enquiry was met with blank stares. ‘Of course not, these muscle-bound goons can hardly speak Russian, let alone English. This is wonderful, Christopher. Kew Gardens was a delight. Your capital is what I would like Moscow to be, inclusive, vibrant, wealthy, dedicated to culture, art and learning. If I was not running my country I would certainly move here with my fellow “oligarchs”, as you Brits call them, and enjoy the great bounty of this fair city. Russia and the United Kingdom are natural allies. We sit either side of Europe to keep those pesky French and dangerous Germans in check, eh?’ Osipenkov almost elbowed Wyatt in his enthusiasm. ‘I will offer a prayer of thanks at the cathedral.’ ‘We are nearly there. What is the name of the Archbishop, so I understand how to address him properly?’ ‘I will be going in to the cathedral alone, Christopher.’ ‘Not until I have checked inside, Gennady.’ ‘That will not be necessary. I arranged this private meeting personally. Nobody else, except you, knows that I was planning this visit, and I only told you about an hour ago. There is no possibility of danger or a trap. You can wait outside with the rest of the security team.’ Wyatt said: ‘Do you remember the terms upon which I accepted this job? You agreed to follow my orders and suggestions explicitly. If you do not agree to let me check the cathedral before you enter I will turn the car around and return you to the Russian embassy.’ Osipenko, with a hint of humour, said: ‘I am not used to being ordered around.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 88 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘On your turf, you do the ordering. On my turf, I do it.’ Wyatt made a left turn. ‘Very well. You can accompany me into the cathedral, make sure all is safe, then leave me to a private communion with the Archbishop. Is that acceptable?’ ‘Yes. What is the Archbishop’s name and title? I want to be respectful.’ ‘He is Metropolitan Archbishop Komarov of Sourozh.’ ‘Where is Sourozh?’ ‘Here, in London, that is the name of the archbishopric.’ ‘Oh, right. Here we are.’ Wyatt drove down a narrow tree-lined lane and into a small parking area. He switched off the engine and looked up at the cathedral. It was a surprisingly simple design with an arched blue and white façade under an onion-shaped dome adorned with gold leaf. ‘It’s a beautiful building.’ Osipenkov smiled. ‘Albeit looking incongruous at the end of a quiet side road in a hea- then capitalist city such as this.’ They got out of the car. Two other cars, filled with Russian security men, parked either side. Osipenkov gave orders, in Russian, to fan out around the perimeter of the cathedral. Wyatt said: ‘Shouldn’t the Archbishop come out to welcome such a distinguished visitor as yourself?’ ‘In this house of God only God and his representative on Earth are distinguished. I told the Archbishop that I would come to him humbly and reverently to seek his blessing, and the blessing of the Almighty.’ Wyatt checked his shoulder holster under his jacket to make sure his Glock pistol was ready. ‘Okay, I’ll go in first.’ He pushed open the tall wooden doors and stepped inside. He was dazzled by the elaborate and colourful interior. At the other end of the aisle, behind the altar, was a long screen, the entire width of the church, hung with icon paintings in frames adorned with gold leaf. A figure emerged from a side room and walked towards them. He was dressed in gold and silver ecclesiastical vestments and carried a pastoral staff. Wyatt heard the entrance doors close behind him and realised that, intrigued by the ornate interior, he had made a grave tac- tical mistake. He drew his Glock pistol and shot the Archbishop in the knee. The Archbishop screamed in pain and collapsed on to the stone flagged floor. Wyatt grabbed Osipenkov and threw him down behind a row of pews. The Russian President struggled to stand up and shouted: ‘Wyatt, have you gone mad?’

24 White House, Washington DC, February 22nd As Linda Marquez walked through the West Wing lobby she saw a familiar figure coming towards her. Despite her apprehension about her imminent encounter with President Brady

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 89 www.davidstedman.co.uk and Jazmin Isaacs, she was overjoyed to see ex-President Josiah Logan in the house he had graced with distinction for many years. He was escorted by two Secret Service agents. Linda was saddened to see him needing the aid of a walking stick and the guilt welled up inside her again. Logan, however, smiled broadly. ‘Captain Marquez,’ he exclaimed, ‘I was just coming to see you.’ ‘Here I am, sir. It’s great to see you again.’ ‘And alive, thanks to you.’ Logan turned to the two escorting agents. ‘Guys, give us some space for a few minutes. I want to talk to your boss in private.’ The agents moved to the other side of the lobby. Logan turned back to Linda. He said: ‘I’m saying goodbye, Linda. I’m going back home to Georgia to do serious damage to a rocking chair and a bottle of bourbon. I’m retiring from public life, at least for a while.’ ‘I’m sorry to hear that. Our country will be the poorer for it.’ ‘And it will also be the poorer without your service. I don’t understand exactly what is going on between you and President Brady and that Isaacs woman but I sense that they are looking to knife you in the back.’ Linda was taken aback at such blunt language from one President about another. ‘Per- haps I deserve to be canned. I didn’t do enough to protect you. It grieves me to see you walking with a stick.’ ‘There’s some nerve damage that might or might not repair itself in time but you listen to me, Linda. You did all that was humanly possible to keep that inauguration ceremony safe and you saved my life with your swift action. Nobody served me and Marty better than you during our eight years living in this place so this is my last presidential order to you. Don’t stop believing in yourself, don’t get down on yourself. I shouldn’t say this but I don’t think Brady can be trusted. One last thing, give my thanks to Chris and Prem Dhawan.’ Logan leaned forward to whisper in Linda’s ear. ‘And don’t give up on Trident. I’ve a feeling you’ll be needed again soon.’ He kissed Linda on the cheek. ‘Goodbye, Captain.’ ‘Goodbye, sir. Please give my love to Marty.’ ‘I will,’ Logan smiled and summoned his escort. Linda watched Logan leave the White House for perhaps the last time and, despite his encouraging words, she had rarely, in her life, felt so low. She had failed in her duties and failed as a wife, treating her husband as a pariah, because of hearsay and rumour, for caring about her and saving her life. She resolved to call him later, after he had finished escorting the Russian president around London, and apologise. With great reluctance she continued her journey to the Oval Office.

25 Cathedral of the Holy Mother and All Saints, London, February 22nd A gunman, armed with a machine gun, appeared from behind the rood screen and fired

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 90 www.davidstedman.co.uk above and around the row of pews behind which Wyatt and Osipenkov were sheltering. ‘We’re pinned down,’ Wyatt said. The assassin was spraying shots indiscriminately. ‘He’s seen I’m armed. He’s trying to wound us and force us out with ricochet debris.’ Razor sharp shards of wood flying from the pews mixed with falling plaster as shots hammered into the stucco ceiling. The wounded archbishop pulled out an automatic pistol and joined in the attack. Wyatt lay down and peered through the legs of the pews. The archbishop was trying to crawl towards them but the injury to his leg was causing him great pain. Wyatt realised he had to stop him. Taking a chance while the machine gunner was changing cartridges Wyatt stood up and fired two more shots into the archbishop. The machine gun started again and Wyatt was caught in the face by flying splinters. He felt blood trickling down his face. The Russian security guards were frantically banging on the door. ‘That’s not good,’ Wyatt said. The firing stopped for a few seconds and then started again from a different direction. ‘He’s trying to change the angle, to get a clear shot at us,’ Wyatt said. Wyatt peeked out and saw that the gunman was now concealing himself behind a column. The gunman would have to move to the next column if he was to obtain a clear field of fire. Osipenkov said weakly: ‘In the name of God, what is going on?’ Wyatt said: ‘Do you know how to use a pistol?’ ‘Yes, I did my army training.’ ‘In a few seconds our attacker will have to move. If I go down wounded then grab my gun and try to get him yourself. In the meantime, hide behind me.’ ‘I don’t want to skulk like some coward.’ ‘Mr President, do as you are fucking told and let me concentrate.’ The firing stopped. The gunman darted out from behind the column. Wyatt snapped off three shots. The third shot winged the gunman and he dropped the machine gun. Wyatt leapt to his feet and ran towards him. The gunman pulled out a pistol but was too slow. Wyatt fired two more shots. The gunman collapsed. The doors of the cathedral imploded as a Range Rover crashed inside. The security team poured through. Osipenkov shouted ‘I’m okay. I’m alive. Don’t shoot anyone.’ Wyatt raised his arms although he was still holding his Glock pistol. The security team, uncertain what had happened, kept their weapons pointed at Wyatt. ‘Not him!’ Osipenkpov roared. ‘He just saved my life. Search and secure the cathedral. Make sure the other two are dead. If they’re not I want to talk to them, seriously.’ In English, he said: ‘Come on, Christo- pher, let’s go outside and get some air.’ They walked to the edge of the grounds and sat down on a grassy bank. Wyatt said: ‘I

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 91 www.davidstedman.co.uk wish people would stop shooting at me in holy places.’ ‘What was that?’ Osipenkov said. ‘It doesn’t matter. How the hell did that happen if nobody knew you were coming here?’ ‘I don’t know but I intend to find out.’ ‘Whoever the attackers were, I don’t think they were professionals.’ ‘Why do you say that?’ ‘We should both be dead after having that sort of firepower aimed at us. They were not accurate.’ ‘They seemed accurate enough to me.’ One of the security team came up and spoke to Osipenkov in Russian. Osipenkov told Wyatt: ‘My men have found Archbishop Komarov in the vestry. He is dead. God rest his soul.’ ‘Amen,’ Wyatt said. ‘How did you know that first gunman was not the real archbishop?’ ‘He was clean shaven.’ ‘What?’ ‘All Russian Orthodox archbishops have beards. I did some research on my smartphone after you sprang this visit on me. I couldn’t find a photograph of Archbishop Komarov but I did learn that he had to have a beard. I’m glad I wasn’t wrong.’ Osipenkov laughed heartily. ‘Yaroslav Blokhin was not wrong about you, Christopher. I have to reward you for saving my life. Ask for anything you want.’ ‘I want nothing at all at present, Gennady, but I have a feeling I might ask you for some help in the weeks to come.’

26 White House, Washington DC, February 22nd Linda Marquez was shown into the Oval Office. President Elaine Brady was sitting at her desk working on papers. Jazmin Isaacs was standing by her side. Linda had not seen the President since her return from Denver. Brady looked up and said: ‘Well, Captain Marquez, it’s not good, is it?’ ‘What isn’t, mam?’ ‘Your latest dereliction of duty.’ Linda refused to rise to the bait and said: ‘I just met President Logan. He thanked me,

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 92 www.davidstedman.co.uk again, for saving his life.’ ‘He should not have been open to attack in the first place.’ ‘Forgive me, mam, but didn’t the inquiry exonerate me from any blame for not having the technical means to identify such a radically new weapon as was used to attack President Logan?’ ‘You should have been ahead of the game.’ Linda laughed theatrically. ‘Oh, come on. What is this?’ Brady stood up. ‘This is your President pointing out your failure to fulfil your allotted duties. I gave you a chance to redeem yourself by sending you to Denver and you failed again, with two dead bodies to explain as well.’ ‘In what sense did I fail? I obtained the report from Mendoza and isn’t the fact that someone thought it contained information vital enough to be worth killing for suggest that it does contain vital information?’ ‘You were supposed to find out all the facts and Mendoza’s associates by gradually gaining his trust.’ ‘You mean by sleeping with him. When did the President of the United States become a pimp?’ Jazmin Isaacs stepped in. ‘That’s enough, Captain. You cannot speak to your commander-in-chief in that way.’ ‘May I ask if the authorities identified the two men who killed Mendoza?’ Isaacs said: ‘The dead one cannot be identified and his accomplice wasn’t found.’ ‘Has the report been fully investigated? Was there anything useful in it?’ Isaacs looked at Brady for approval and then said: ‘No. The company involved, Haye Land-Sea Gas, said the attempt to find information about the White House and Washington was made by a rogue employee seeking to ingratiate himself with his superiors to gain promotion.’ ‘And you buy that horse shit?’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You believe that a rogue employee spent thousands of dollars to ingratiate himself with his employers?’ ‘Yes, by illegally procuring company funds. The employee has been fired and investigated, as has the company. Haye is an international conglomerate, with headquarters in Ire- land, and we have received the fullest co-operation from the respective national police forces involved. We are satisfied that this is an isolated incident with no ulterior or sinister motive.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 93 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘God bless America,’ Linda said. ‘What do you mean by that?’ Brady asked. ‘I mean with that level of naivety you’re going to need all the help you can get.’ ‘Well, Captain, that is not going to concern you because you are being transferred away from the White House to other duties.’ ‘Where?’ ‘I haven’t decided yet.’ ‘Then I’ll decide for you. I resign, effective immediately.’ ‘That’s your prerogative, Captain. You’re dismissed.’ After Linda had left the Oval Office Brady said: ‘That went better than planned.’ ‘Yep, the fact that she resigned makes her look more culpable.’ Brady smiled. ‘If we are in line for any adverse public fallout from the botched assassination attempt we can dump the dreck right on top of her pretty little head.’

27 Leeward Villa, Phuket, Thailand, March 2nd Christopher Wyatt paid the cab driver and took the luggage out of the trunk. Linda Mar- quez looked down the narrow path to the villa and said: ‘Prem has done us proud again with this place.’ The villa was secluded, built near the edge of a cliff, with unobstructed views over the Andaman Sea and a private beach fringed with palm trees. The roof was made from red ridge tiles and the verandas were painted white against blue-washed walls. The verandas were shaded by gaily-coloured awnings. There was a private swimming pool at the side of the villa. Wyatt glanced at the villa and said: ‘Yes, very nice. Linda, before we meet the others I want to say something. I haven’t had a chance to say it since meeting you at the airport. I was wrong to interfere in your job in Denver.’ Linda looked at him. ‘I thought you were going to apologise for that shirt you’re wearing.’ ‘I’m serious. I should have at least told you I wanted to come and see you in Denver.’ ‘You saved my life. It’s me who should be apologising. I was a bitch. Things got on top of me but you have to believe that that creep Mendoza never would have. There’s a reason I was so mad at you, a reason I’m ashamed of.’ ‘What’s that?’ ‘Brady blackmailed me. She said that the FBI found out that you had been having an affair with Shan Veronesi and that if I didn’t do as she asked she would expose you to your Prime Minister and trash your reputation.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 94 www.davidstedman.co.uk Wyatt took Linda by the shoulders. ‘I don’t care a fig about my reputation but I desperately care what you think of me and you have to believe that Shan and I were not having an affair.’ ‘I know. In the end I checked with the Feds. I have good contacts. They told me such a claim was nonsense and they had no such proof. I should have had faith in you. I should have trusted you.’ ‘When the President of the United States makes up vicious lies like that then we all have to be on our guard and hold on to what we believe in. I swear I will never betray you, Linda.’ ‘I know. I’m sorry.’ ‘So we’re good?’ ‘We’re more than good, you big lunk. I love you.’ Wyatt took Linda in his arms and they held each other for a long time. Wyatt said: ‘I never want to fall out again.’ ‘Me neither. What happened to your face?’ ‘I cut myself shaving.’ ‘That’s a lot of cuts and nicks. You use an electric razor.’ ‘It went out of control.’ ‘Okay, don’t tell me. You’ve probably been on some secret mission and you didn’t want to worry me. Come on. That swimming pool looks awfully tempting. Let’s go and meet the other house guests.’ They wheeled their luggage down the narrow path. Delicate palm fronds brushed them as they passed by. ‘This is enchanting,’ Linda said. They walked around to the front of the villa and found Premendra Dhawan stretched out on a lounger in the shade of the veranda. He was asleep. Wyatt and Linda stowed their bags inside the villa and then went out to sample the pitch- er of lemonade on the veranda table. A clink of glass made Prem wake up. He sat up quickly. ‘I’m sorry, I should have been awake to greet you.’ Linda kissed him and sat down next to Wyatt. ‘Don’t worry, Prem. You must be dog tired. You’ve been under tremendous strain. Any news about Mohana?’ ‘None I’m afraid, and no sightings of the other prominent politicians who have disappeared.’ ‘No ransom demands?’ Wyatt asked. ‘No. That gives me great hope that Mohana and the others are still alive.’ ‘I’m sure she is. The manner in which she was being held captive suggests whoever is responsible wants to keep her alive.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 95 www.davidstedman.co.uk Prem nodded. ‘I pray that you are right. I am also impressed by your new knowledge of Russian Orthodox theology, Christopher.’ Wyatt looked sideways at Linda as she said: ‘What on earth do you mean, Prem?’ ‘Didn’t Christopher tell you? He shot an impostor posing as an archbishop while saving the life of the President of Russia.’ ‘He did what!’ Linda exclaimed. ‘You said it had been an uneventful job.’ ‘It was, apart from a few minutes being attacked by crazed assassins.’ Wyatt turned to Prem. ‘Congratulations, spymaster. My government thought they had suppressed knowledge of the attack.’ Prem laughed. ‘I’m sorry if I have caused you more domestic strife. India pays me to make sure that nothing escapes me. Linda, your husband, not for the first time, has done the world a great service by preserving the life of Gennady Osipenkov. And, I dare say, has made us a powerful ally, which we are going to need in the weeks to come.’ Linda took Wyatt’s hand. ‘Cut yourself shaving indeed. You are an idiot, albeit a love- able idiot.’ ‘Thank you, darling. I suspect from what Prem just said that he has found some important new information for us, that’s why he has called this gathering.’ Prem said: ‘Not much escapes you, Christopher, except the mysteries of the female heart.’ Linda laughed. ‘You’re right there, Prem. Where are the other house guests?’ ‘I sent them into town to buy supplies. I wanted to discuss the Trident situation before we all gather to share information. I now believe that Ocean Sunburst is a real and present danger to the world. My Prime Minister is sick and old and, I have reluctantly concluded, cannot face the threat coherently, especially if it means offending our dragon neighbours, China. He still supports Trident.’ ‘My Prime Minister is the same,’ Wyatt said. ‘He’s not sure about Ocean Sunburst and he fears upsetting Britain’s colossal trade with China, but he will still support Trident if we don’t rock the boat too hard.’ ‘That leaves the USA,’ Prem said. ‘Is President Brady any nearer supporting Trident?’ ‘No.’ Linda said. ‘Well, have you tried to persuade her?’ Wyatt asked. ‘No.’ Wyatt and Prem looked at each other. ‘What is going on, Linda?’ Wyatt asked. ‘I’ve resigned my post with the Secret Service. I am no longer in contact with President

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 96 www.davidstedman.co.uk Brady.’ Linda explained the circumstances. Prem said: ‘I am truly sorry for your troubles, Linda. Brady must be the idiot that many people claim, but I cannot deny that the loss of American help will be a huge blow.’ They heard voices nearing the villa. ‘The others are returning. We will save discussion of our next move until after our exchange of information tomorrow.’ Shan Veronesi appeared round the corner. She was carrying two sacks full of groceries. She said hi and excused herself to store the goods in the kitchen. Rakesh and a girl appeared. They were each carrying a bag of shopping and laughing and talking animatedly. Linda and Wyatt looked at Prem to judge his reaction. Rakesh took the girl’s bag and said: ‘I’ll let my father introduce you while I help Shan sort out the shopping.’ Prem said: ‘Mary, let me introduce you to my dear friends Linda Marquez and Christo- pher Wyatt. This is Mary Lucas.’ Wyatt stood up and shook Mary’s hand. ‘Nice to meet you, Mary.’ ‘It’s great to meet you two as well. Prem has told me a lot about you.’ Prem said: ‘As you know, Mary is the granddaughter of the late Professor Lucas and has investigated her grandmother’s effects.’ Mary nodded. ‘Yes, I thought I knew everything about my nan but it turns out I knew very little.’ Linda said: ‘Our condolences on your loss. Your grandmother must have been an extraordinary person.’ ‘Thank you,’ Mary said. ‘She was.’ Prem said: ‘Mary has been helping our research and has brought us some information that I’m sure you will find very interesting.’

28 Leeward Villa, Phuket, Thailand, March 3rd In the morning, after breakfast, Premendra Dhawan invited his guests to gather around the dining table. He asked: ‘Did everyone sleep well?’ ‘I certainly did,’ Linda Marquez said. ‘Best night’s sleep I’ve had for weeks. I want to thank you, Prem, for inviting us to such a beautiful and peaceful haven.’ ‘Thank the Indian government. They are paying. Don’t forget we are here to do serious work but I’m delighted you approve, Linda. Now, down to business. Rakesh, Shan and Mary have been analysing the material found by Mary, and stored secretly by her grandmother, Pro- fessor Lucas. Mary loved her grandmother deeply and I want to thank her for her courage in bringing us this material, and for trusting us to use it wisely.’ Mary nodded in acknowledgement. ‘I knew that nan had been a scientist but I didn’t

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 97 www.davidstedman.co.uk know about her work on Project Seal and to uncover all these documents she had been hiding for years was a real shock. If they can be of help to the world then I’m happy to entrust them to you.’ Prem said: ‘Shan is the trained geologist, and she came to us with her Ocean Sunburst theory, so I’ll ask her to tell us what the Lucas papers revealed.’ ‘Revealed is the correct term because they have certainly been a revelation to me. Most of what Professor Lucas was working on is now in the public domain but there are certain research results that have certainly not been made public and I can only assume they are still ultra-secret.’ ‘Great,’ Wyatt said. ‘I love ultra-secrets.’ ‘It’s clear,’ Shan went on, ‘that Project Seal discovered that the artificial inducement of earthquakes could potentially be far more destructive than anyone had realised. Indeed, the research discovered that natural earthquakes are far more destructive than anyone had realised, and destructive over a much wider area.’ Linda said: ‘Surely all that has been proved long ago by modern research?’ ‘Yes, indeed, but Project Seal was examining the possibility of artificially induced earthquakes and certain “conditions” became apparent even then.’ ‘What sort of conditions?’ Prem asked. ‘For instance, the fact that it is possible to trigger earthquakes well away from active fault lines.’ ‘Is that where two of the Earth’s tectonic plates meet and rub against each other?’ Wyatt asked. ‘Yes, exactly. The most powerful earthquakes occur at subduction zones. That’s where oceanic plates dip under continental plates. A magnitude nine earthquake is about thirty seven thousand times more powerful than the atomic bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima during the Second World War.’ ‘That’s impressive, and terrifying,’ Rakesh said. ‘It’s not simply the damage caused directly by the earthquake. They can cause tsunamis, as Chris and myself experienced, but they can make volcanoes erupt, cause landslides and avalanches, and subsequent fires can be even more destructive, not to mention the fixtures and fittings inside buildings.’ ‘What do you mean by that?’ Wyatt asked. ‘Broken glass and wood splinters flying around can cause terrible damage to the human body.’ ‘It’s a horrible prospect,’ Mary said.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 98 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘That’s not the end. Earthquakes can cause carbon dioxide to seep up through fissures in rock and kill birds and wildlife, even unsuspecting humans.’ ‘Even the poor animals have to suffer,’ Linda said. There was silence for a few seconds, then Prem said: ‘So, an earthquake can be more destructive than conventional bombs and explosives and perhaps more destructive than an atomic bomb. From the Project Seal research, plus more modern research, it seems than an earthquake weapon is feasible. Are we agreed?’ Everyone nodded but Shan said: ‘Agreed apart from one insuperable problem that makes such weapons impossible.’ ‘Wait a minute,’ Rakesh said, ‘you’re the one who came to us with this possibility. Are you now saying it’s impossible?’ ‘It’s impossible unless you can accurately direct such a weapon to hit where you want it to hit and that is not feasible unless you have a very detailed “map”, so to speak, of under- ground fault lines. Not just the major ones but the millions of small ones as well.’ Prem asked: ‘Do you think someone, like North Korea, may have created such a map?’ ‘I believe so. If they have, the possibilities for inflicting damage on the world are immense.’ ‘But you have no proof?’ Rakesh asked. ‘No,’ Shan said. Prem said: ‘Well, that’s basically why we are all here, to establish whether a directed earthquake weapon has been created and by whom.’ Wyatt said: ‘Prem, my old friend, you are a generous man but you would not have treated us to this idyllic break without good reason. I can tell from the look on your face that you are up to something.’ Prem laughed and said in mock offence: ‘Sergeant Wyatt, how could you think such a thing?’ ‘Very easily, Prem.’ ‘Okay, I’m going to tell you, very briefly, about an ultra-secret technique, developed by Indian scientists to compensate for India’s relative lack of space technology. We have developed a system called AAL, or Atmospheric Laser Lens, which allows us to spy on anywhere in the world without the use of spy satellites. It employs a well-known scientific phenomenon known as the Kerr Effect. The system basically turns the Earth’s atmosphere into a giant magnifying glass that can be turned in any direction. It cannot show ultra-fine detail, as a spy satellite can, but it can easily show large movements and structures on the Earth’s surface and there is one area where it has proved spectacularly useful and that is monitoring the oceans for shipping movements. Our enemies, and indeed our friends, suspect that we possess such

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 99 www.davidstedman.co.uk technology but I am asking you to respect the confidence I am placing in you all and not reveal the existence of AAL to you own authorities.’ Linda said: ‘President Brady wouldn’t believe me anyway. What have you found?’ Prem opened his laptop and turned it so that everyone could see the screen. ‘China, in the past few years, has launched three ships which are supposedly marine research vessels. They are named, in English, Baleen, Bowhead and Beluga which, as you know, are types of whale.’ ‘I didn’t know,’ Wyatt said. Prem ignored the interruption and went on: ‘The task of these ships is to sail all over the world conducting deep sea research in order to protect and promote the well-being of the oceans and the creatures living in them. Indian intelligence suspected that these ships had an ulterior motive, in other words, spy ships. We could find no evidence of this but our investigation has thrown up this fascinating, and surely damning, correlation. Over the past few months, since this unprecedented spate of earthquakes and tsunamis has erupted, one or more of these research vessels has been within the vicinity of such events in ninety per cent of cases. That is surely too much to be simple coincidence.’ Prem put a graphic on the laptop screen. Shan said excitedly: ‘So you think the Chinese are behind Ocean Sunburst?’ ‘You tell us,’ Rakesh challenged her. ‘Perhaps you know more than you’re telling us.’ ‘If that was so, why would I have come here with my theory?’ Rakesh shrugged. ‘To cause dissension, panic, disinformation?’ ‘You’re nothing but a racist.’ ‘Not true. I like the British, the Americans, and particularly the Kiwis.’ Rakesh smiled at Mary. She returned the smile. Prem sighed and said: ‘If I did not trust Shan, and Mary, they would not be here with us.’ Linda was studying the graphic. ‘Prem, this is sensational. If this is true, if the Chinese are involved, the consequences could be catastrophic.’ ‘Thank you, Linda, for returning us to the main point. China has great ambitions. They are aggressive but in a subtle way. Look how they are taking over in Africa. They have a new strong leader in Huang Sung who wants to return China to the closed repressive society of Mao Zedong. North Korea does not have the capability to initiate Ocean Sunburst but their Chinese masters certainly do.’ Wyatt said: ‘But what about all the capacity for spying and surveillance, especially by the Americans with their satellites, drones, spy planes and so on? Surely no country could get away with such an audacious scheme as Ocean Sunburst without somebody finding out?’ ‘You would think so,’ Prem agreed, ‘but not necessarily. Any organisation capable of

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 100 www.davidstedman.co.uk Ocean Sunburst would surely have thought of clever ways of covering their tracks.’ Shan said: ‘As I’ve mentioned, the vital factor would be a very detailed knowledge or “map” of geological fault lines. Without that knowledge then Ocean Sunburst would be point- less and useless. If whoever is behind this has cracked this problem then it is entirely feasible.’ ‘You’re the expert geologist,’ Rakesh said. ‘Do you believe it is possible that China or whoever may have made such a map?’ Shan was uncomfortably aware that her companions were looking at her expectantly. ‘Yes,’ she said eventually. ‘I believe it is possible. With the latest ground mapping radar and other instruments, it could be possible.’ ‘That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?’ Rakesh said. ‘Who sent you to find out what we know?’ ‘Don’t be crazy,’ Shan said. ‘I came to you. I’m trying to help save the world.’ ‘A modest ambition,’ Rakesh mocked. Linda interrupted. ‘Prem, you showed us this correlation between recent earthquakes and the locations of these Chinese research vessels, but is there any real evidence that the Chi- nese ships are anything to do with the earthquakes? If their mission is to travel the world doing research it could all be a coincidence.’ ‘I don’t believe in coincidences,’ Prem replied. ‘Take this vessel named Bowhead. In the past three or four months it was here, off the coast of Costa Rica near an Amoco rig, three days before an earthquake and tsunami hit the coast; then it was near a Haye oil rig off the coast of Galveston, Texas, just before . . .’ ‘Sorry to interrupt,’ Linda said. ‘Did you say Haye?’ ‘Yes, a company called Haye Sea-Land Gas. Does that mean anything to you?’ ‘That was the company, or at least one of its employees, buying information about Washington and the White House from a crook in the National Geological Survey in Denver. Haye was investigated by the FBI but it was concluded that the company was clean and that just one greedy rogue agent was involved.’ Wyatt said: ‘Somebody was very keen not to let the buyer talk. He ended up dead outside an Irish pub in Denver.’ ‘That is more than coincidence,’ Prem said. ‘Were these Chinese ships near any other Haye rigs at any time?’ Linda asked. Prem studied the data on his laptop. ‘Yes, several times, but the ships have also been near rigs or onshore establishments run by Exxon, Amoco and Royal Dutch Shell and others. Haye would be worth investigating. Shan, you’re the expert, perhaps you could do some research on these companies and see if you can come up with anything?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 101 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Yes, of course,’ Shan said. Linda said to her: ‘You have a good knowledge of Korean and Chinese. Look for any linguistic clues that the perpetrators might have used or hidden in names, places, and things like that.’ ‘You really think that someone would do that?’ Linda looked at Wyatt and Prem. ‘We have found that to be the case. Anyone arrogant or megalomaniac enough to start a plan like Ocean Sunburst subconsciously wants credit for it, eventually. It’s like a serial killer returning to the scenes of his crimes. Half the thrill is seeing what effect he has had, gloating over how much cleverer he is than the people hunting him.’ ‘Or her,’ Rakesh said, looking at Shan. Shan said: ‘Very well, Linda, I’ll bear that in mind. What about these murder gangs that are sometimes accompanying these seismic events? Do you think they are connected with Ocean Sunburst or simply opportunistic crimes by someone in the know?’ ‘That’s a good point.’ Wyatt said. ‘Those Korean thugs in Hawaii were enjoying the aftermath. It was almost as if they were in uniform, you know, the boiler suits and those black watches they were wearing.’ Linda said: ‘Prem, could you access post mortem reports on those Korean murderers in Hawaii, and any others you can find, to ascertain whether these black watches are relevant, maybe a sign to others in Ocean Sunburst.’ ‘Yes, I can do that.’ Wyatt said: ‘Prem, do you think the abduction of Mohana and other world leaders might be connected with Ocean Sunburst?’ ‘I can’t see why but it is a possibility. Can you remember whether those thugs holding Mohana in Nepal were wearing anything like these black watches?’ ‘I don’t think so,’ Wyatt replied, ‘but, again, I was a little too busy to notice. Those gunmen in the Russian Orthodox cathedral were certainly not wearing them.’ ‘I can check out the post mortems on the two you shot, in case they were hiding them somewhere else.’ Mary looked at Wyatt and said: ‘You seem to shoot a lot of people.’ ‘I can assure you that I never want to and I don’t enjoy it but it’s what I was trained for.’ Prem said: ‘Believe me, Mary, there might come an occasion when you will be very glad for his training. If there is nothing else I suggest we split up to do our research and get together again later for a progress report.’

29 Leeward Villa, Phuket, Thailand, March 3rd

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 102 www.davidstedman.co.uk Linda Marquez had not intended to sunbathe but when, from the window of her room, she saw Shan Veronesi sunbathing by the swimming pool she decided it would be a good opportunity to talk. Linda changed into shorts and a tied shirt and went down to the pool. She pretended surprise and said: ‘Oh, hi Shan. Do you mind if I join you?’ ‘Not at all, I’d be glad of the company, and some help with this research.’ Shan was stretched out on a sun lounger working with her laptop. Linda pulled up a lounger next to Shan’s and made herself comfortable. She said: ‘I don’t know how much help I’ll be with the research. You’re the expert geologist.’ ‘I was struck by what you said about megalomaniacs being vain enough to want to leave clues. I’ve known a few powerful, vain and arrogant men in my time and they certainly want to leave their mark. I’m trying to think laterally rather than simply researching energy companies, which would probably be fruitless.’ Linda decided to take advantage of the opening. ‘Talking of arrogant men, you like Rakesh, don’t you?’ Shan closed her laptop. ‘Oh, God! Am I being that obvious?’ ‘Not to everyone. Perhaps it’s my Secret Service training, or the fact that I’m a woman, but I see the way you look at him, and the way he hurts you.’ ‘He hates me,’ Shan sighed. ‘Because I have Chinese blood he sees me as an enemy. He doesn’t trust me. He won’t give me a chance. It’s Mary he likes. It was agonising having to share a house with them in New Delhi. They were careful and discreet but I know they were sleeping together. I have to admit that Mary tried to make amends for her previous animosity towards me but it was very difficult. I threw myself into the research and tried not to think about things.’ ‘Things might change. I hated Chris when I first met him. In fact I thought he was crazy.’ ‘Was that during that Silk Fist business?’ ‘Yes. He repelled me but I at the same time I was strangely drawn to him.’ ‘I like Chris but he frightens me.’ ‘Frightens you?’ Linda said. ‘Why?’ ‘He talks about shooting people and he says it so casually.’ ‘That’s a mask. You grew up in Britain, you know how the Brits like to make a joke of everything, never show their feelings, that “bit of a sticky wicket” business when you’re in the most dire peril of your life.’ Shan laughed. ‘Yes, you’re right.’ ‘Believe me, Shan, he detests violence. I’ve seen him in pieces because he could not protect someone dear to him, and also when he had to kill someone who very definitely de-

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 103 www.davidstedman.co.uk served killing. That sounds harsh but Chris does what he does because he’s damn good at it, and somebody has to do it. He’s the kindest, sweetest man you’ll ever hope to meet when he isn’t being shot at.’ ‘You love him very much, don’t you?’ ‘Yes, I do. He deserves better than me.’ ‘Whoa,’ Shan said. ‘You’re successful, smart, intelligent and strikingly beautiful. Don’t be so hard on yourself.’ ‘No, I should believe in Chris. Someone recently told me that Chris was having an affair with . . . someone. I eventually found out that it was a lie but I half-believed it and I treated him appallingly.’ ‘At least that shows you care deeply.’ ‘I suppose so,’ Linda sighed. ‘Things haven’t been going too well for me lately. I guess I’ve lost a bit of confidence. You, however, shouldn’t. Rakesh is a difficult man. I’d be the first to say that, and his father would be the second, but he is tall, intelligent, courageous, determined, not to mention outrageously handsome.’ Shan giggled. ‘You’ve said it. We’ve just been stuck together for days in a house in New Delhi studying the material that Mary provided and he spent more time studying Mary. He barely gave me a second glance.’ ‘You hang in there, girl, and something might change. When he realises that you are not an enemy and a traitor he will see you in a different light.’ ‘Do you believe I’m an enemy?’ ‘Of course not. I believe you are on to something big.’ Shan smiled. ‘Thanks, Linda. I’d better get on with it.’ Linda closed her eyes and fell asleep. An hour later she woke with a start and looked at Shan. Shan was deep in concentration. Linda decided not to break Shan’s train of thought. After several minutes Shan turned the laptop screen towards Linda. ‘Look at this. I took the full name of that company, Haye Sea-Land Gas. I thought it was a bit of an odd and awkward name. Using the anagram solver and translator, look what comes out.’ Linda gazed at the screen. ‘That is amazing.’ ‘Do you think it’s just a coincidence?’ ‘I don’t believe in coincidences of that magnitude. Shan, you’ve just made a major breakthrough.’

30 Leeward Villa, Phuket, Thailand, March 3rd

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 104 www.davidstedman.co.uk Three hours later the party was again gathered around the dining table. Premendra Dha- wan said: ‘Linda and Shan, I can tell that you have come up with something interesting. You’ve been chattering to each other like old hens.’ ‘Young hens,’ Linda said. ‘Well, your excitement is palpable.’ Linda said: ‘Shan found it.’ Shan said: ‘Linda gave me the suggestion.’ Prem said: ‘Then you can both take credit. Tell us what you have found.’ Shan turned her laptop screen so the others could read. ‘If you take the full name of the company Haye Sea-Land Gas and rearrange the letters it reads in Korean “daeyang haes-sal”.’ ‘What does that mean?’ ‘Ocean Sunburst,’ Shan said. There was silence for a few seconds, then Rakesh said: ‘That’s it? That’s your big discovery? It’s simply a coincidence.’ ‘I think it’s brilliant,’ Wyatt said. ‘So do I,’ Mary said. Rakesh pretended astonishment. ‘I don’t believe it! Do you think a company up to no good would choose a name that deliberately gave away its intent? That’s crazy.’ ‘On the contrary,’ Prem said. ‘Linda is correct in her assertion that megalomaniac evil doers like to leave clues, to think they are cleverer than their pursuers by playing games. I could give you several examples if they were not classified as secret.’ ‘This Haye company should go straight to the top of the list for investigation,’ Wyatt suggested. ‘Well done, girls.’ Rakesh made a contemptuous sound. ‘Shan probably thought up the name herself during her trip to China a few years ago.’ Shan stood up angrily. ‘That’s a ridiculous and offensive suggestion. I went to China to discover a country that is half of my heritage, my birth right. When are you going to believe that I’m on your side, that I want to help? I bet you haven’t been snooping around in Mary’s past life.’ Prem said: ‘Rakesh might not have done, but I have.’ ‘You’ve been investigating me?’ Mary said, but as a query rather than a challenge. ‘Of course,’ Prem said. ‘My team in Delhi conducted an exhaustive search of your background. Do you believe that you would be allowed to attend a meeting such as this unless we

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 105 www.davidstedman.co.uk were entirely satisfied that you did not have any ill intent?’ ‘I suppose not. What was the conclusion of your investigation?’ ‘To be brief, you have lived your entire life in New Zealand, your academic record was above average but not remarkable, you trained as a nurse and by all accounts are a good one, dedicated and conscientious. We found no suspicious links or activity whatsoever.’ Mary nodded. ‘What about me?’ Shan asked. ‘To be brief again, you have lived most of your life in England, apart from a few years in Italy when you were a child, your academic record was exceptionally good, you are a fully trained geologist and seismologist who has travelled extensively in several countries to pursue research. Rakesh is correct to be suspicious about your visit to China but there is no evidence that it was anything other than a long vacation. Could we please now move on because I have found other things that might interest you?’ ‘Good idea,’ Wyatt said. ‘I’ve been accessing police and intelligence reports in other countries affected by this spate of seismic disasters.’ ‘You mean hacking,’ Wyatt grinned. ‘If their firewalls and passwords are so poor, who am I to not take advantage? I found a curious connection that suggests that these murder gangs and allied incidents are being controlled from a central source. Some of the perpetrators who have been seen or killed by the authorities have been wearing black watches or wearing silver or gold rings with a stylised rose design on them.’ There was brief silence until Linda said: ‘A rose symbol? What do you think it means?’ ‘I have no idea. The rose as a symbol is so common and widespread that it could have literally hundreds of meanings. The rose is the symbol of England for instance.’ ‘I say, steady on old chap,’ Wyatt said in a mock posh English accent. ‘You can’t think we Brits are responsible for Ocean Sunburst.’ ‘Not you personally, Christopher, but perhaps some of your less upright citizens.’ ‘We can certainly do some research,’ Linda suggested. ‘There are also these watches, as worn by the murder gang you witnessed in Hawaii. They are made of black obsidian.’ ‘What’s obsidian?’ Wyatt asked. Shan said: ‘It’s a form of black rock formed from lava ejected by volcanoes.’ ‘So it could be symbolic?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 106 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Exactly,’ Prem said. ‘The symbol on these rings is what looks like a stylised H and 3 joined together, like H3.’ ‘Again,’ Linda said, ‘what do you think that signifies?’ ‘Perhaps it’s a pencil,’ Wyatt said flippantly. Shan said: ‘More like triatomic hydrogen. If whoever is behind Ocean Sunburst has found a way to manufacture triatomic hydrogen, it could revolutionise science.’ ‘Why is that?’ Wyatt asked. ‘Because it’s the most prevalent molecular ion in the universe, usually only produced in stars or giant planets. My God, to be able to produce it artificially would be a priceless re- source.’ Prem said. ‘Let’s not get too excited. I agree with your premise, Shan, but H3 could have a lot of meanings and it’s unlikely that the intent would be given away on a watch. Intelligence analysts have established that each watch contains a tracker, powered by the watch battery, so some central source has knowledge of the whereabouts of anyone wearing such a watch.’ ‘Whoever is running Ocean Sunburst,’ Wyatt said. ‘It would seem so,’ Prem agreed. ‘The watches are especially made but show signs of North Korean manufacture so we are back to our old friends in that benighted country.’ ‘So what shall we do?’ Linda asked. ‘I suggest that Shan, Mary and Rakesh tackle research on the rose and H3 clues. I’d like to talk to you and Christopher alone. Shall we go out to the veranda?’ Linda and Wyatt followed Prem outside. Linda said: ‘I think I know what you want to ask, Prem. As Trident, should we report these findings to our respective heads of government?’ ‘Precisely,’ Prem said. ‘It’s safe to say that North Korea is involved in Ocean Sunburst but they could not act without the backing of China but we have no actual proof that China is involved. As far as I am concerned, my Prime Minister would not be pleased that I decided to investigate this matter without his knowledge and approval.’ Linda said: ‘My relationship with President Brady is about as bad as it can get. She doesn’t believe in Trident and she doesn’t want to harm the lucrative trade deals between the USA and China.’ ‘Likewise Murdo Montrose,’ Wyatt said. ‘He doesn’t want to upset China and he wouldn’t listen unless I give him definite proof that the Chinese are up to something. I have an idea as to how to get such proof.’

Mary Lucas looked out to the veranda and said: ‘Why are those three always talking together without us? Don’t they trust us?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 107 www.davidstedman.co.uk Rakesh said: ‘Maybe not, but they are old comrades-in-arms. My father is head of In- dia’s intelligence services. I suspect that he tells those two things that he cannot even tell me, and especially you two.’ Shan said: ‘It’s sensible to be cautious. You don’t trust me, Rakesh, so why should they?’ Mary asked Rakesh: ‘Is it true that you once saved their lives, Linda and Chris?’ ‘In a manner of speaking, yes. I helped them out of a tight spot.’ ‘But you won’t talk about it?’ ‘I can’t talk about it. It was during . . . did you feel that?’ Within a second the villa began to shake violently. Shan said: ‘It’s an earthquake. You two, get under the table, now!’ To the three outside she shouted: ‘Do not come in! Move away from the villa, move away from any trees or any structures.’ She turned to find Rakesh and Mary still sitting. Rakesh was gripping the table with whitened knuckles. Shan shouted: ‘Let go and get under the table.’ ‘We should get outside,’ Rakesh said. ‘The ceiling will collapse.’ ‘It will but the whole villa might. Get away from anything glass.’ As she said it the ceiling cracked and began to sag. Mary, sobbing, kneeled down and crawled under the table. Rakesh had not moved and was still gripping the table edge. A huge chunk of wood and plaster cracked off the ceiling and fell towards the table. Shan threw herself over Rakesh and the debris crashed on to her back. She cried out in pain. With painful difficulty she lifted herself up and said: ‘Rakesh, please get under the table.’ This time Rakesh moved and helped Shan to crawl under the table. The three held each other. The tremors increased, the whole villa shaking, almost screaming as if in pain, a cacophony of cracking plaster, splintering wood and shattering glass. Within seconds it subsided and all was still and quiet. Shan, trembling in fear as was Mary and Rakesh, said: ‘It’s over for now but we must get out in case the structure of the villa fails and before any aftershocks hit.’ They scrambled out from under the table and hurried out the door, off the veranda and away up the path leading to the main road. The others were waiting anxiously. Linda rushed towards them. ‘Are you okay?’ Mary was still sobbing. Linda took her in her arms. Prem said: ‘Are you two all right?’ Rakesh said: ‘Yes, thanks to Shan. She saved my life.’ ‘I don’t think I did.’ ‘That chunk of ceiling would have hit me right on the head. You threw yourself on top of me. Are you in pain?’ ‘No, I’m fine,’ Shan said, and promptly passed out.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 108 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘She needs water,’ Rakesh said and ran back towards the villa. ‘Don’t be a fool,’ Prem called after him. ‘It might collapse at any minute.’ Rakesh ignored him and a few minutes later returned with a bottle of water and blankets. He knelt down beside Shan, who was regaining consciousness, and helped her take a few sips of water. ‘I’m really okay,’ Shan said, ‘but thank you.’ Mary said: ‘Will there be a tsunami?’ ‘Not for a few minutes at least, probably hours. I think we were too close to the epicen- tre. We are fairly high up but we should get higher, just in case.’ Rakesh helped Shan to her feet and the group moved to the top of the pathway near a main road. They heard the whirr of a helicopter approaching. Wyatt said: ‘Here come the rescue services already. They’re on the ball.’ Rakesh shaded his eyes and looked out at the helicopter skimming in over the sea. ‘My God,’ he said. ‘That’s not a rescue chopper.’ He looked around to assess the surrounding ground. ‘Everybody get in that gully, now!’ They scrambled down a grassy bank into the gully as a single heavy machine gun on board the helicopter opened fire. The machine gun peppered the villa, the helicopter flying backwards and forwards until the villa was riddled with bullet holes. Ammunition spent it flew back out to sea and disappeared. Wyatt was the first to stand up. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘now we understand what we’re up against. Somebody knows what we are doing and doesn’t like that we are doing it.’ Prem said: ‘How did anyone know we were here? I told no-one about this gathering.’ They all stood up and gazed at the villa. Mary asked: ‘Can we go back in and collect our belongings, what’s left of them?’ ‘It wouldn’t be safe,’ Shan said. ‘We don’t know how structurally sound the villa might be. It, or parts of it, might collapse at any minute.’ ‘I’d like to retrieve my laptop,’ Prem said. ‘We’ll need our passports,’ Linda said. ‘What do you think, Rakesh?’ Rakesh did not answer. He was staring fixedly at the villa. Prem took his arm and said: ‘Are you all right, son?’ Rakesh looked at his father as if seeing him for the first time. ‘Umm, yes, I’m, all right.’ Wyatt said: ‘If we are very careful we could try going back inside. As Linda says, it would save a lot of hassle to retrieve our passports, credit cards and other stuff. Then perhaps we can find a hotel, if there is one still standing.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 109 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘There should be,’ Shan said. ‘That earthquake was not that violent.’ ‘Really?’ Mary said. ‘I’d hate to be caught in one that was really violent. Who the hell were those people trying to kill us?’ ‘That’s what we have to find out,’ Prem said. ‘That attack proves we are on the right track. We must be extra cautious. Christopher, do you have a weapon?’ ‘Yes. I smuggled in my Glock. It’s in the villa.’ ‘Then I suggest we try to find it, and our other possessions, after we have made a check of the structural damage.’ Prem started walking back down the path. Wyatt was about to follow but Rakesh caught his arm and said: ‘Chris, can I talk to you?’ ‘Of course,’ Wyatt said. ‘You look shaken up. What’s wrong?’ Rakesh looked to make sure that none of the others could hear. He said: ‘I panicked, Chris.’ ‘What, during the helicopter attack?’ ‘No, no, I’m used to things like that. It was during the earthquake. I’ve never felt anything like it. I was terrified. I was frozen with fear. I’ve never been afraid of anything in my life.’ Wyatt nodded. ‘Listen, we’ve all got certain fears, things we dread. There is no shame in what happened. You’ve just found the thing you fear most. If it ever happens again you’ll handle it better. Don’t worry about it.’ ‘Has it happened to you? You’re a military man, a man of action. Have you ever panicked?’ ‘Yes. The first big fire fight I was in. For a few seconds I couldn’t move. Like you, I was frozen. Then an experienced sergeant barked at me to move my arse and I made myself act for the sake of my comrades. I’ve seen you in action, Rakesh. If you are berating yourself for cowardice or something then don’t. You’re a courageous pilot and a damn good one. Don’t let one incident skew your thinking.’ ‘But I was saved by a woman. Shan threw herself on top of me to stop the ceiling knock- ing my stupid brains out. It’s shameful. Why are you laughing?’ ‘A woman, usually Linda, has saved my skin more than once. I’m not laughing at you but at the fact that you can’t see what’s under your nose.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Why do you think Shan threw herself on top of you to protect you? She’s crazy about you.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 110 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘But I’ve given her such a hard time because she’s half Chinese and I suspect her of being a spy or something.’ ‘Perhaps she is, I’m not as clever as your dad with these things, but I know a bit about women. She’s got it bad for you.’ Rakesh did not say anything. Wyatt put his arm around Rakesh’s shoulders. ‘I’ve rendered you speechless at last, my naïve friend. What you need is some serious macho action to get your mojo back. As I was about to explain when the earthquake hit, I’ve got a plan to find out whether China is up to no good, or not.’

31 Coast of Kenya, near Mombasa, March 12th The jeep dropped off Shan Veronesi and Mary Lucas and then turned around and drove back along the dirt track towards the main highway. Shan and Mary looked up and down the beach but could not see anyone else. ‘Gorgeous white beach,’ Mary said, ‘but what are we doing here at the crack of dawn?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Shan replied. ‘Did Rakesh tell you what this is all about?’ ‘No. Why should he tell me if he’s not told you?’ ‘Do I have to spell it out? He likes and trusts you much more than he does me. You two have been getting it on since we were forced to share that house in New Delhi.’ ‘I didn’t go with Rakesh to spite you. It just happened.’ ‘All’s fair in love, eh.’ Mary shrugged. ‘Where is Chris? Do you think we were dropped off in the right place?’ ‘How do I know? Why should he tell me when he hasn’t told you?’ ‘Because you saved his life, and those big almond eyes of yours. Are you two getting it on?’ ‘I wish. He’s crazy in love with Linda.’ ‘I know. It’s a pity. He’s pretty hot.’ Mary looked around. ‘There he is. He’s beckoning us.’ Shan and Mary walked along the sand to meet Wyatt. ‘Good morning, ladies,’ Wyatt said. Mary said: ‘It’s five o’clock in the morning, Chris. What are we doing here?’ ‘Follow me. There are some friends of mine I want you to meet and then we have to do a bit of dressing up.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 111 www.davidstedman.co.uk Shan and Mary, uncertain, looked at each other but did as they were asked. Wyatt led them to a small horseshoe-shaped bay protected by palm trees and other vegetation. There were three long and sleek motor boats drawn up on the sand. They had once been painted in gay colours but the paint was now cracked and faded. Wyatt led them through the undergrowth until they emerged into a small clearing. Sit- ting on the ground were fifteen men. They were dressed in rags, with grubby turbans and ban- doliers draped around them. Their faces were brown and streaked with dirt. Most of the men were cleaning pistols or Kalashnikov rifles. Mary gasped in alarm. ‘Are we being kidnapped and sold into slavery?’ Wyatt laughed. ‘No, you are perfectly safe. In fact, with these guys to protect you, you would be pretty much safe from anyone except a full regiment of the Grenadier Guards.’ ‘Who are they?’ Shan asked. ‘I borrowed them from a Russian friend,’ Wyatt said. ‘They are Spetsnaz.’ Mary said: ‘What does that mean?’ ‘They are Russian special forces operatives. Outside of our group you must never mention that they were here. Is that clear?’ ‘Why are they dressed like Mujahideen?’ Shan asked. ‘Mujahideen?’ Mary said. ‘Another word I don’t understand.’ ‘Freedom fighters,’ Wyatt said, ‘but that’s not important. Over there is a suitcase full of clothes and theatrical make-up. I want you to paint your face and hands dark brown and put on those clothes as best you can to disguise the fact that you are women.’ ‘What?’ Mary exclaimed. ‘I’m not doing that. Why are you asking us to do that?’ ‘Fair question,’ Wyatt said. ‘We are dressing up and pretending to be pirates for the day.’ ‘You’ve gone crazy,’ Mary said. ‘On the contrary, in about two hours from now we are going to board the Chinese ocean research vessel Baleen and search it for evidence that China is behind Ocean Sunburst.’ ‘Why do we have to dress up like tramps?’ Shan asked. ‘Let’s just get aboard and have a look.’ ‘You surprise me, Shan,’ Wyatt said. ‘What would be the reaction of the Chinese government to find that one of their vessels had arbitrarily been boarded by foreign nationals?’ ‘I suppose it would cause a major diplomatic incident.’ Shan’s face lit up in understanding. ‘But if the ship was boarded by Somali pirates then the pirates would be blamed.’ ‘Exactly,’ Wyatt said. ‘We will approach the Baleen in those speed boats, just as the pirates do, and my Russian friends will go aboard first and secure the ship, then we will go

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 112 www.davidstedman.co.uk aboard and search for clues about Ocean Sunburst. Your knowledge as a geologist, Shan, will be invaluable.’ ‘What about me?’ Mary asked. ‘Why am I here?’ ‘You said you were good with computers so you will be searching the ship’s computers.’ ‘Why me? Why can’t you do it?’ ‘Because to me a hard drive is crossing the Sahara in a jeep. Prem could do it but he certainly can’t be caught aboard a Chinese vessel, and Rakesh is flying the helicopter.’ ‘Helicopter?’ Shan said. ‘What helicopter?’ ‘The one in which Rakesh and Linda are shadowing the Baleen as it moves up the coast towards our position here. They will give us the go when the Baleen is in range of our boats.’ ‘Why didn’t you warn us that we would be doing this today? Don’t you trust us yet?’ ‘No, not completely. If the Chinese were warned in advance it might be a bloodbath.’ ‘Wait a minute,’ Shan said. ‘What if the Chinese crew resist? Someone might get hurt or even killed.’ Wyatt pointed to the fifteen Spetsnaz men. ‘Would you resist if you saw them coming at you? The crew of the Baleen are instructed not to resist the Somali pirates. The pirates only kill and wound when they are forced to. All they want is the loot.’ Mary said: ‘By the look of this lot, that’s what they’ll be doing.’ Wyatt shrugged. ‘Perks of the job. Now, will you please get dressed and made-up for when Rakesh calls us in?’ Shan and Mary went to the suitcase and examined the contents. ‘Ugh,’ Mary said. ‘This stuff smells.’

32 Ocean research vessel Jīng Xū, Indian Ocean, March 27th Christopher Wyatt stood on the bridge of the Baleen and looked out at the vast expanse of the Indian Ocean. He was bereft of further ideas. He could not delay any longer and opened the link to New Delhi on his smartphone. Premendra Dhawan appeared on the screen. He said: ‘Christopher, how is it going? Did you get aboard without casualties?’ ‘Yes, the crew were sensible enough to realise they were outnumbered and outgunned. They didn’t resist. The Russians have them safely stowed in the mess.’ ‘Excellent. What have you found?’ ‘Nothing, Prem.’ ‘What do you mean, nothing?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 113 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘I mean we are standing on the bridge and we have searched the ship from stem to stern and we can find nothing suspicious. There is no evidence that this vessel is involved in any clandestine activity.’ ‘There must be something. Is Shan there?’ ‘Yes, here I am,’ Shan said. ‘Is the ship equipped for drilling into the sea bed? If so, could it be used for placing atomic devices?’ ‘Yes, there is a drill but there is no evidence for the planting of explosives. We cannot find explosives of any kind.’ ‘What about a submersible? Is there one and have you looked in it?’ ‘Yes, of course, Prem. Everything is as you would expect in a legitimate ocean research vessel.’ ‘Have you looked for secret rooms or lockers or compartments that might contain explosives?’ Wyatt said: ‘That would take days, Prem. We were hoping to get lucky but either this vessel is innocent or they are too clever at hiding its real intent.’ ‘There must be something suspicious. What about echo sounders, sea floor mapping sonar? Does it look suspicious?’ ‘No. It looks like equipment that any research ship should carry.’ ‘What about the computers? Can you download the information on them?’ Mary Lucas stepped forward and said: ‘Prem, if you had warned us about this raid we could have equipped ourselves properly. If you could bring yourself to trust us we might start making progress.’ ‘I will decide what is best for this investigation,’ Prem said angrily. ‘Bring the captain up. Let’s interrogate him.’ Wyatt looked at Shan and Mary in surprise. He said: ‘Prem, we are supposed to be So- mali pirates. To interrogate the captain would be to give away our real purpose and certainly cause an international incident with China.’ Wyatt waited for a response but there was none. ‘Prem, I realise you are putting your reputation and career on the line and are desperately worried about Mohana and was perhaps expecting answers here but there are none. We have failed. It was my idea and it has failed. I’m sorry.’ ‘No, my friend, it is for me to apologise, to all of you. I am so disappointed. You are right.’ ‘We’ll abandon ship now. I’ll call Rakesh and ask him to pick us up from the beach in Mombasa. Later we can discuss where to go from here.’ Wyatt cut the call and turned to Shan

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 114 www.davidstedman.co.uk and Mary. ‘I feel less like Captain Kidd and more like Captain Pugwash.’ Mary turned to Shan and asked: ‘Do you understand what he’s talking about?’ Shan Veronesi, sadly, shook her head.

33 Kremlin Palace, Moscow, April 14th Christopher Wyatt, Linda Marquez, Shan Veronesi and Mary Lucas followed the Pres- idential aide into another huge room. As with the rooms they had already explored, this one was lit by chandeliers and decorated with mural painted walls, vaulted painted ceilings and ornate stucco work burnished with gold leaf. They stopped and the aide explained: ‘This is St. Andrew’s room. This room, believe it or not, was used by the czars to greet foreign dignitaries and . . .’ Linda whispered to Wyatt: ‘When is this going to end?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Wyatt replied, ‘but smile and look fascinated. This is the price we have to pay for a great honour, a personal invitation from the President.’ ‘It’s hard to look fascinated when my feet are aching and my head aching from all this shining gold. Haven’t they heard of modest restraint?’ ‘Shan is enjoying it. She looks fascinated. Mary not so much. She looks nervous.’ ‘That’s understandable. We’re about to meet the most powerful man in the world, now that the States is governed by a woman.’ ‘Yes, but why are we here?’ ‘It’s Gennady thanking me for having saved his skin in London. It’s a high honour.’ ‘But why invite those two? I would rather have lunch. I’m starving.’ ‘Yes, I’m looking forward to borscht and pig’s trotters cooked in yak lard.’ ‘You’re disgusting.’ The aide turned and said: ‘That concludes the tour of the Kremlin Palace. I hope you have enjoyed it.’ ‘Yes, very much.’ Wyatt said. ‘I found it fascinating and so did my wife.’ ‘Now I will take you to the President’s office where he is waiting to greet you before taking lunch.’ They followed the aide along seemingly endless corridors until they reached a less decorated section of the Palace. They went through a large outer office and the aide knocked on a plain wooden door. A voice said: ‘Come in’. The aide opened the door and ushered the group into the presence of President Gennady Osipenkov.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 115 www.davidstedman.co.uk Osipenkov stood up from his desk and held his hand out to greet Wyatt. ‘Christopher, my friend, welcome to Moscow.’ ‘Thank you, Mr President.’ ‘Please, call me Gennady, all of you.’ ‘Very well. Gennady, this is my wife, Linda Marquez.’ ‘A pleasure to meet you, Captain Marquez. I understand you saved President Logan from an assassin. Very courageous.’ ‘I did what I had to. Anyone would have done the same.’ ‘Judging by your extensive file from the FSB, I doubt that.’ Wyatt said: ‘It was also kind of you to invite my two associates. This is Miss Shan Vero- nesi, a geologist and seismologist; and this is Miss Mary Lucas, who is helping us with some research.’ Osipenkov looked at Mary and smiled: ‘Our FSB file on your grandmother is even more extensive than Linda’s. The FSB is the new name for the KGB. Your grandmother’s work was of intense interest to us, once.’ Mary looked flustered and said: ‘I’m surprised than gran was so well known.’ ‘Yes, Russia was very interested, and concerned, about Project Seal.’ The statement changed the cordial atmosphere into tense and wary. Osipenkov indicated to the chairs arranged around his desk. ‘Please take a seat. I see that I have struck a perhaps unwelcome chord by mentioning Project Seal but that is the real reason I invited you all to visit me here.’ Osipenkov pressed a button on an intercom and said: ‘Please ask Deputy Khurtin to join us.’ Shan said: ‘The Kremlin is amazingly beautiful, more so than I ever imagined.’ ‘On behalf of the Russian people, I thank you,’ Osipenkov said. ‘The outside world still thinks of the Kremlin as a dour fortress but now you have seen how delightful it is.’ Radomir Khurtin entered the office and Osipenkov made the introductions. Osipenkov said: ‘Radomir is not only my director of security but also my close friend and advisor but it is fair to say that he does not agree with the action I am about to take. I have a confession to make. Christopher, when you came to me and requested help from our special forces, I was delighted to give it. I thought your idea to board the Chinese ship in the guise of Somali pirates was shrewd and well thought out.’ ‘Thank you, Gennady, but the idea was a failure. We found nothing incriminating.’ ‘On the contrary,’ Osipenkov said. ‘Without you being aware, one of our special forces team was an expert on geology and seismology, as with Miss Veronesi, but our man also has a deep knowledge of the Chinese language and thought processes. He downloaded and copied

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 116 www.davidstedman.co.uk all the information on the ship’s computers. It has been minutely analysed by our experts and here is the result.’ Osipenkov opened a drawer in his desk and took out three memory sticks. He placed them on the desk. ‘Contained in these memory sticks is proof positive that China is responsible for the outrage known as Ocean Sunburst.’ Everyone looked at the memory sticks as if they were tainted, afraid to touch them. Osipenkov went on: ‘There are three copies. Each stick contains the same information. Radomir is adamant that we should send this proof directly to intelligence services and heads of government around the world but I prefer a more subtle approach. That is why I am giving them to you first. I’m sorry, Christopher, that I deceived you by planting one of our experts in the boarding party.’ ‘No need for apology, Gennady. It was a smart move and it seems to have gained the information that we looked for but could not find.’ Linda said: ‘I don’t understand, Mr President. If I were you I would agree with Mr Khurtin. This proof should be given to intelligence and diplomatic sources for evaluation and action.’ ‘I can’t agree, Linda. I want you to decide what to do, but if you decide to give the information to President Brady or Prime Minister Montrose or, through Premendra Dhawan, to Prime Minister Mishra, then I hope you give it to them directly, not through channels, and perhaps do not mention Russian involvement. That may not be possible. We have to act to stop China’s covert aggression but I do not want to provoke China into a war with Russia.’ Khurtin made a gesture of contempt. ‘Sometimes war is forced upon us. We defeated Napoleon, we defeated Hitler and we can defeat Huang Sung. Let’s show the world what Chi- nese policy is really like.’ ‘It may yet come to that, Radomir, but for now I am going to trust my friends here to dis- seminate this proof subtly and wisely.’ Osipenkov looked around the table. ‘For the time being no-one outside of this room must know what we have discovered. This proof is as explosive as Ocean Sunburst itself.’

After lunch Wyatt, Linda, Shan and Mary were standing in Red Square. Wyatt could not stop himself feeling the memory sticks in his jacket pocket. Mary said: ‘That was amazing. A few weeks ago I was just an ordinary nurse in little old New Zealand. Now I’ve been given lunch and the world’s biggest secret by the Russian President himself.’ Linda said: ‘Yes, it’s a hell of a responsibility. What do we do next?’ Wyatt said: ‘I suggest that we consult Prem. He’s the intelligence professional and part of the team. Let’s hear what he thinks.’ He turned to Mary and Shan. ‘What do you two think?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 117 www.davidstedman.co.uk Shan said: ‘I’ll go along with whatever you and Linda suggest. You two are the professionals at this secret stuff.’ Mary said: ‘I’m the same, whatever you think best. I’m just along for the ride.’ ‘Okay,’ Wyatt said, ‘let’s head back to the hotel.’ Linda said: ‘I’ve got a better suggestion. Across the square is the Kremlin Armoury where they have the world’s best collection of Faberge eggs. I’d love to see them and I may never get another chance.’ Wyatt said: ‘Your wish is my command.’ Mary said: ‘That’s a great idea, Linda. I’d love to see them, and I love those gilded icons. So different to anything I can see in Auckland. Shan, are you interested?’ Shan shook her head. ‘I’ve got a headache from all that gilding in the Kremlin Palace. If you don’t mind I’ll go back to the hotel and take a couple of paracetamol and have a sleep.’ They watched as Shan walked away. Linda said: ‘I think she’s overwhelmed by all this.’ ‘Well, she started it,’ Wyatt said. ‘Come on, let’s go and see these eggs. The only Faberge I know about is the aftershave.’ Linda said to Mary: ‘You see what an insensitive brute I’m married to.’ ‘Brute?’ Wyatt said. ‘That’s a nice aftershave as well.’

34 Kremlin Armoury Museum, Moscow, April 14th Linda Marquez, entranced by the contents of the heavily protected display cabinets, said to Christopher Wyatt: ‘They are even more beautiful than I expected. Why don’t you buy me a Faberge egg for my birthday?’ ‘I can scarcely afford a Cadbury egg on what the Metropolitan police pay me.’ ‘You’ve just completed a lucrative private contract in Hawaii, you own a house in Is- lington given to you by a Russian oligarch for which you didn’t pay a penny, and you are friend of another oligarch who happens to be the President of Russia. I think you can do better than a Cadbury egg.’ Wyatt felt the memory sticks in his jacket. ‘Perhaps if I sold what’s in my pocket I could afford a Faberge egg?’ ‘Don’t even joke about that,’ Linda said softly. She looked around to see where Mary had got to. She was inspecting a collection in a large glass case on the other side of the huge vaulted chamber. ‘Let’s see what Mary has found.’ Wyatt and Linda walked over to join her.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 118 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Look,’ Mary said, ‘this is President Osipenkov’s icon collection, on loan to the Ar- moury. Aren’t they fantastic?’ ‘They certainly are,’ Linda said. Wyatt walked round to the other side of the glass case. He asked: ‘What’s a humidor?’ Linda said: ‘It’s some sort of box for keeping cigars fresh. What have you found?’ ‘Another collection, donated by Radomir Khurtin. Some of these are encrusted with gold, diamonds or ivory. Khurtin can certainly afford plenty of cigars.’ ‘Just like Osipenkov can afford plenty of icons. They’re both billionaires, apparently. You have to be a billionaire to buy power in Russia.’ ‘Not bad friends to have.’ Linda said: ‘I’ve seen the eggs. Shall we get back to the hotel? What you are carrying in your pocket is making me nervous.’ Wyatt consulted the museum map. ‘I’d like a quick look at the arms and armour, and the collection of carriages. There’s some old cars as well. They’re down on the ground floor.’ Linda looked at Mary and sighed. ‘Boys and their toys.’ Mary smiled. ‘I don’t mind. I’d like to see the carriages. I can pretend I’m Cinderella for a few minutes.’ They walked downstairs to the chamber. It had a low barrel vaulted ceiling. There were hardly any other visitors. ‘Not as popular as the Faberge,’ Linda said. They made their way past the swords, pikes, axes, muskets and suits of armour until they reached the carriages and cars. ‘Look at that,’ Wyatt cried. ‘It’s a Rolls-Royce. Probably pre-First World War.’ He and Linda looked in the windows to inspect the interior. There was a strange sound and a strangled cry. Something thumped on the floor. They looked around to find Mary brandishing a Taser gun. There was a look of horror on her face. A man was slumped on the floor at her feet. He was heavy set but old, in his sixties or seventies. The knife he had been holding was lying next to him. ‘Jeez,’ Linda said. ‘What’s happened?’ Wyatt kneeled down and felt for a pulse. ‘He’s dead.’ ‘What?’ Mary cried. ‘He can’t be. Tasers don’t kill people.’ ‘This one did.’ Wyatt picked up the knife. He took a ring off the man’s finger. He quickly looked around. ‘Can you see any security cameras here?’ ‘No,’ Linda said. Wyatt pushed the body under the Rolls-Royce.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 119 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘What are you doing?’ Mary said. ‘We should report this.’ Wyatt stood up and stepped back to make sure the body was not visible. He asked Mary: ‘What happened?’ ‘I’d noticed this guy before. He looked creepy and suspicious so I took the Taser out of my bag just in case. I was looking at the carriages and I then I turned around. You two were looking in the Rolls-Royce and this man was creeping towards you with a knife. I zapped him. I didn’t think it would kill him. We’ll have to tell someone.’ Wyatt took her by the shoulders. ‘Listen, if the authorities find out they’ll arrest us, they’ll detain us and find what I’m carrying. That must not happen.’ Linda said: ‘Chris is right. That man looked Korean or Chinese. He must be Ocean Sun- burst.’ ‘Okay,’ Wyatt said. ‘Mary, give me the Taser. What we do now is walk out of the museum as casually and as normally as we can. We have to get back to the hotel. Somebody has found out we’re here and Shan may be in danger. We must get out of Moscow as soon as we can. Mary, take my hand and try to stop yourself shaking.’ ‘I’ll try. I didn’t mean to kill him. Who was he?’ Wyatt showed Mary the ring he had pulled off the dead man’s finger. ‘It’s that rose symbol. We have to find out what that means.’

35 Cabinet Office Briefing Room A (COBRA), Whitehall, London, April 20th Prime Minister Murdo Montrose sighed and paused the screening. He looked across the long conference table at the only other occupant of the room, Christopher Wyatt. Montrose said: ‘Here we are again in COBRA discussing a crisis which you have caused.’ ‘I beg your pardon, sir, but the Chinese have caused it, not me. I merely brought you proof of their insane actions.’ ‘Insane is the right word. What do they think they can achieve by these attacks?’ ‘President Osipenkov thinks that they are trying to destabilise the world to their advantage in some way. Did you tell President Brady that this information came directly from the Russian President?’ ‘Not yet, but I’ll have to tell her in a few minutes when she comes on screen. No doubt Premendra Dhawan has informed Prime Minister Mishra.’ ‘Yes, but Mishra is gravely ill so Prem will be joining in this video conference instead. Are you still helping India to find Mohana Raval?’ ‘Yes, of course, but she and several other prominent leaders and politicians have simply vanished. Anyway, I want to discuss with the USA and India about the best way to use this

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 120 www.davidstedman.co.uk information before it becomes public knowledge and causes a worldwide panic or slump in the stock markets.’ Wyatt was looking at one of the screens at the far end of the room. It was one of the twenty four hour rolling news channels. ‘I hate to spoil your day, Prime Minister, but it looks like that ship has already sailed.’ He pointed to the screen. Montrose watched the breaking news headline and put his head in his hands. ‘How the hell did a news channel get hold of this?’ ‘I didn’t tell them and I’m certain Linda or Prem would not have done.’ ‘What about that girl who started all this, Shan something?’ ‘Shan Veronesi. It’s possible, perhaps likely. Such news would inevitably have leaked out soon however hard we tried to keep it secret.’ ‘Yes, but I wanted a few days to prepare.’ President Elaine Brady came on screen. Jazmin Isaacs was in the background. Brady said: ‘Hello, Prime Minister. This is a pretty pile of horse manure we’ve been landed with. The media has gotten hold of the story and social media is going nuts. TV and the internet are claiming that China is out to destabilise the world and start a world war. Who told them?’ ‘I don’t know, Madam President, but I intend to find out.’ Premendra Dhawan came on screen. ‘Prime Minister Mishra sends his apologies and asks that you accept me as a poor substitute for this conference in the ether.’ Brady chuckled. ‘Poor substitute, eh, Mr Dhawan. I bet someone said that about Machi- avelli once.’ Prem said: ‘He was a clever tactician but I don’t think my intentions are as evil or dis- honourable as his.’ ‘Whatever,’ Brady said dismissively. ‘You’ve seen that the media has gotten hold of the Ocean Sunburst story.’ ‘Yes, Madam President. I can assure everyone that the story was not leaked from India.’ Montrose said: ‘The question now is how to handle China?’ ‘I’ve already started,’ Brady said. ‘I’ve ordered the US Navy to shadow the three Chi- nese ocean research vessels and if they see any untoward action they have been given orders to board and seize those ships. We are preparing orders for the Third and Seventh Pacific fleets to sail as close as possible to China’s territorial waters and impose a blockade on all shipping if necessary.’ Montrose said: ‘I fully understand your anger, Elaine, but can I urge caution? Have you spoken to Huang Sung?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 121 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Not directly but I have informed the Chinese ambassador that the United States will not tolerate any form of aggression and that a full military response will be the result if necessary. That goes for North Korea as well.’ Montrose sighed. ‘This is not like Iraq or Vietnam, Elaine. China is a rather tougher nut to crack.’ ‘They’ll find that we are a “tough nut” as well.’ Prem said: ‘Madam President, India is more than willing to support the USA and UK against Chinese aggression but may I remind you that China is right on our border and India is much more vulnerable to direct Chinese military action. Prime Minister Mishra has asked for a fully evaluated and co-ordinated plan before drastic action is taken.’ ‘He’ll get one,’ Brady said, ‘but in the meantime I’m sending a message to China that we are not just going to lay down and accept their hostility.’ The leaders discussed strategy for another forty minutes before the conference ended. The Prime Minister’s PPS rang him to say that the Chinese ambassador had requested a meeting as soon as possible. ‘Here we go,’ Montrose said. ‘Fasten your seatbelts, Sergeant Wyatt, we’re in for another bumpy ride.’ ‘Not me,’ Wyatt said. ‘I’m very relieved.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘All this is way above my pay grade. Now Ocean Sunburst can be handed over to MI6, CIA, NSA and all the other watchdogs and I can go back to being a humble copper.’ ‘Humble copper!’ Montrose snorted. ‘You’re not out of this yet. Tell me about this Shan Veronesi woman. Do you trust her, is she reliable or is she working for the Chinese?’ ‘We vetted her thoroughly, especially Prem Dhawan’s people. We couldn’t find anything untoward or suspicious except her trip to China but it checked out as a holiday tour and, given half her heritage is Chinese, it’s not surprising that she wanted to connect with part of her culture.’ ‘Umm,’ Montrose said. ‘You tell me she is an expert geologist and seismologist. There is something I want you and her to do for me.’ ‘What’s that?’ ‘I’ve been given the name of Britain’s leading seismologist, a chap who works at Cam- bridge University. I want you and Miss Veronesi to go to see him and get his real opinion about the feasibility of Ocean Sunburst then report back to me.’ ‘With respect, Prime Minister, why don’t you just order him to travel to London and interrogate him yourself?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 122 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘No, I want this low key, separate from the intelligence services. Besides, I’ve been told he’s completely brilliant but an oddball, as these high level academics tend to be. He might be intimidated by me. I’ve already asked him to receive you and Veronesi.’ ‘Okay. Do I assume I’m going to keep an eye on Shan to make sure we get the proper info?’ ‘Precisely.’ ‘What’s the name of this oddball academic?’ ‘Professor Tristram Wake-Talbot.’ Wyatt dissolved in laughter. ‘What’s the matter?’ Montrose asked. ‘I’m sorry, Prime Minister, but surely nobody these days is named Tristram Wake-Tal- bot. Now I really do have to meet this man.’

36 Department of Earth Sciences, Cambridge University, April 28th Christopher Wyatt walked up the stone steps leading to college reception but stopped when he realised Shan Veronesi was not following him. He looked back. She was still standing at the foot of the steps staring up at the gloomy Victorian red brick building. ‘Are you coming?’ Wyatt asked with a hint of impatience. ‘Perhaps you should talk to this professor alone? I’ll wait for you here.’ Wyatt walked halfway back down the steps. ‘What are you talking about, Shan? You have to talk to him. I have no idea what questions to ask. You’re the expert. The Prime Minister specifically requested your assistance and expertise.’ ‘Some of these academics are a bit stuffy. Perhaps he’ll be put off by an attractive girl.’ ‘Who said you were that attractive? You’re doing this, Miss Veronesi, even if I have to carry you in.’ ‘You’re a bully, Wyatt. I hate you.’ Wyatt shook his head in mock despair. ‘You’re acting like a six-year-old. Lives might depend on what Professor Wake-Talbot can tell us, so get up these steps and stop whining.’ Shan plodded reluctantly up the steps. They entered reception. The receptionist verified the appointment and took them up a flight of stairs and along a corridor to Professor Wake-Tal- bot’s office. Wyatt’s expectations were dumbfounded by the office and the professor. The office, unlike the corridor, was bright and modern, full of top grade computers and equipment. Tristram Wake-Talbot looked to be in his late fifties. He was tall, slim, clean-shaven with a full head of

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 123 www.davidstedman.co.uk wavy light brown hair, a nose that looked as if it might have been broken in a pub fight, and a mischievous glint in his eye. He shook Wyatt’s hand cordially but when he saw Shan Veronesi hiding behind Wyatt’s back his attitude changed. He said: ‘What is she doing here?’ Wyatt could not hide his surprise. He asked: ‘You two know each other?’ ‘Yes,’ Wake-Talbot said, ‘but I wish I didn’t.’ ‘The feeling is mutual, Professor,’ Shan said. ‘Whoa,’ Wyatt said. ‘Professor, I was sent here, together with Miss Veronesi, by the Prime Minister personally to ask your opinion of this so-called Ocean Sunburst business.’ Wake-Talbot said: ‘The Prime Minister must have many experts to seek advice from. Why did he send you, and her, to talk to me?’ Wyatt sighed. ‘Can we sit down?’ ‘Yes, of course. Forgive me for my lack of manners, Sergeant Wyatt. The shock of seeing my old adversary has distracted me.’ ‘Adversary?’ Wyatt said. ‘I understood that Shan studied here at Cambridge but she didn’t mention that she knew you personally.’ Wyatt looked pointedly at Shan. Shan said: ‘I studied under Professor Wake-Talbot until we had a disagreement about a certain project and I decided to resign.’ ‘You jumped before you were pushed, Miss Veronesi. Mr Wyatt, she was the most tal- ented student I ever taught, I freely admit that, but she believed she had learned everything about geology more fully than me. After many more years’ experience that would probably be the truth, but not after two years of study.’ Wyatt said: ‘Well, can I ask you both to put aside your animosity for the sake of the world. Professor, the Prime Minister wants your opinion as to whether the spate of earthquakes and tsunamis and so on over the past few months is a natural occurrence or whether it is possible that China, as widely reported, is causing such events by planting explosives.’ ‘What you are really asking is whether such planted explosives can be targeted. Am I right?’ ‘Yes, I suppose so,’ Wyatt said. ‘There’s no “suppose” about it,’ Shan said. ‘They can be targeted if the underlying geological structure is mapped in minute detail.’ Wake-Talbot threw up his hands in despair. ‘Oh God, here we go again.’ ‘Is this the subject you fell out over?’ ‘Yes,’ Wake-Talbot said. ‘I started working on a revolutionary system that could map the Earth’s crust to any depth and down to the smallest speck of dirt, if need be. It was prom-

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 124 www.davidstedman.co.uk ising but ultimately I decided that it was not feasible.’ ‘It certainly was feasible,’ Shan said, ‘if enough time and money had been spent.’ ‘This is a university, not Microsoft. We do not have unlimited resources and unlimited money and, even if we did, the project could not have worked because of the increasing dele- terious effect of the ground radar caused by radioactivity and the normal gaseous emissions of certain rocks and other substances.’ ‘Such errors could have eventually been compensated for. If you had believed in the project and fought for it we could have perfected it.’ Wyatt held up his hands. ‘Okay, okay. Let me ask the question again. Are the recent geological events natural or they artificially induced by explosives and “aimed” at certain targets?’ Wake-Talbot pondered the question and said: ‘The chances of these seismic events being natural is very small but not impossible. I would say one per cent chance. They could represent an unprecedented and previously unrecorded shift in the underlying geological structure of plate tectonics.’ ‘I disagree,’ Shan said. ‘I say the chances of natural occurrence are zero.’ Wake-Talbot ignored Shan and said: ‘Mr Wyatt, have you heard of the Heisenberg Un- certainty Principle?’ ‘No, I’m afraid not.’ ‘The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle is a law or rule used in quantum mechanics theory to show that there is a limit to how accurately you can measure the position and momentum of a particle. In other words, no computer yet built can accurately forecast the reaction of a particle to other forces acting upon it. That is why the testing of atomic and nuclear weapons has been stopped. You could theoretically test atomic bombs a billion times with the same result but perhaps the next test would result in the entire destruction of the Earth, perhaps the Solar System and conceivably the universe. The same thing could be happening to the Earth’s crust in that however carefully we think we have measured what is going on, these recent events may be a once in a billion years occurrence with tectonic plates acting completely differently to what we expected or predicted.’ Shan opened her mouth in mock astonishment. ‘That is complete nonsense. The Un- certainty Principle applies only at the very smallest level, the sub-atomic level. On the macro level all events are measurable and predictable.’ ‘In case it has escaped your notice, young lady, everything is composed of atoms, including the Earth’s crust, and could be the subject of unforeseen and unmeasurable changes.’ Wyatt said: ‘In layman’s terms, then, you are saying that these seismic events, although highly unusual, could be natural?’ ‘Yes,’ Wake-Talbot said.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 125 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘No,’ Shan Veronesi said. ‘So what is the possibility that these events are being artificially induced?’ ‘None,’ Wake-Talbot said. ‘It’s the only rational explanation,’ Shan Veronesi said. Wake-Talbot said: ‘You are still obsessed with Project Seal, Miss Veronesi.’ ‘I am not obsessed, Professor, and I am not blinkered and refusing to accept reason.’ ‘Mr Wyatt,’ Wake-Talbot said, almost pleading, ‘I am not a bragging man but I am one of the top three experts in the world on geology and seismology. I have over thirty years study and analysis in this field. I correspond with world colleagues constantly. Apart from the research that was abandoned at this department, I am not aware of any other comparable research in the world. These events are not being caused artificially by mankind. It is impossible.’ Wyatt nodded. ‘That’s very definite. Is the research you did still available?’ ‘Yes, of course,’ Wake-Talbot said. ‘Was it ever shared with any other universities, governments or organisations anywhere else in the world? Or in this country?’ ‘No,’ Wake-Talbot said. ‘The idea was that technology might one day allow us to proceed with the theory and fully develop it.’ He smiled. ‘Academia is a jealous world, sometimes. We didn’t want any other university taking advantage of our work and ideas.’ ‘Would you allow your research to be examined by other experts, from the government, in confidence, in order to assist with the problem of these catastrophic events?’ Wake-Talbot nodded vigorously. ‘Of course, old chap. If it helps the Prime Minister and the nation, I will send it to whoever he asks me to.’

Forty minutes later Wyatt and Shan left the office of Professor Wake-Talbot and walked out on to Downing Street. Shan turned towards the car park but then realised Wyatt was not following. She turned back. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘What’s wrong?’ Wyatt repeated sarcastically. ‘What do you think is wrong?’ ‘I’m not sure.’ Wyatt struggled to contain his anger. ‘I’ve defended you, stood up for you against those people who didn’t believe you, including Indian intelligence and the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, for God’s sake. Now I have to report back and tell him that you’ve lied to me and deceived me, and him. Why didn’t you tell me that you knew Wake-Talbot, had worked with him and fell out with him and been sacked?’ ‘I wasn’t sacked. I resigned.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 126 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Oh, I’m so sorry. Now you’re a stickler for the truth!’ ‘I was afraid.’ ‘Of what?’ ‘That you, and everyone else, wouldn’t believe me, wouldn’t trust me, if I told you what I’d been working on here at Cambridge.’ ‘You were working on the very project that you claim is essential for Ocean Sunburst to be feasible, ground mapping radar, and yet you did not tell us that you knew such a project had been started and that you had worked on it. Why the hell didn’t you tell us?’ ‘As Wake-Talbot told you the project was highly classified. I had to sign the Official Secrets Act. I was morally and ethically bound not to tell you. I thought you and Mr Dhawan, and especially his son, wouldn’t trust me if I told the truth.’ ‘Well, you’ve gone about it in exactly the wrong way. Now I don’t believe you and don’t trust you.’ ‘But you believe Wake-Talbot? He’s wrong. He’s an idiot.’ ‘A professor with thirty years expertise is an idiot? I thought he was open and honest. He didn’t hesitate to hand over the research in the national interest.’ ‘We could have completed that research for the benefit of the world. We could have predicted every seismic occurrence and given warning, perhaps even have stopped such occur- rences.’ ‘You’re pursuing a personal obsession and a personal vendetta against Wake-Talbot. What are you after? Fame, wealth?’ ‘No, vindication. All right, I accept I’ve acted wrongly, badly but I still firmly believe that Ocean Sunburst is real.’ ‘I don’t know. I don’t know whether to trust you. I’ll hand all the research, and you, over to the PM. He’ll be a lot tougher on you than I’m being.’ Wyatt realised that his bad temper had dampened his awareness when he heard fast running feet and Shan shouted: ‘Watch out!’ Wyatt turned and a young man, Asian in appearance, barged into him. The young man grabbed Wyatt to stop him falling but then let go and ran off. Over his shoulder the young man called out something. ‘What the hell?’ Wyatt said. ‘What did he say?’ ‘It was Korean, “joesonghabnida”, which means “sorry”. ‘Umm, that was a classic pickpocket trick, crashing into somebody. I bet the bastard nicked my wallet or mobile phone.’ Wyatt felt in his pockets. ‘No, wallet still intact, and

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 127 www.davidstedman.co.uk phone. What’s this?’ He pulled out a small white card. On it was writing in lettering he did not recognise. He handed it to Shan. ‘What’s this? Does it mean anything to you?’ Shan read the card. ‘It’s Korean. Very strange.’ ‘What does it say?’ ‘It says: “White Tiger, London Zoo, Friday, 2.30. Bring Captain Marquez for the truth about Ocean Sunburst”.’ ‘London Zoo? What has Linda got to do with that?’ Wyatt looked up and down the street. ‘That kid is long gone.’ ‘What do you think it means?’ ‘I have no idea.’ ‘What are you going to do?’ ‘I think I’ll be taking my wife to the zoo on Friday.’

37 London Zoo, Regent’s Park, May 3rd Linda Marquez was six inches away from the face of the white tiger. They were separated by unbreakable glass viewing windows set in the high white wall of the tiger enclosure. The eyes of the tiger blazed in the sunlight and when it yawned Linda marvelled at the long deadly fangs. ‘Look, Chris, it’s magnificent.’ Christopher Wyatt dragged his attention away from scanning the crowds for signs of danger and looked at the white tiger. ‘It is magnificent,’ he agreed. ‘Why is it white?’ Linda asked. ‘I don’t know,’ Wyatt said. ‘More to the point, why are we here?’ ‘Because the note asked us to be here.’ ‘This could be a trap. Why should anyone want to meet us here?’ ‘I don’t know but it’s a lovely day out. The sun is shining. In England! Relax and enjoy.’ ‘I’ll relax when I’ve found out why we’re here.’ Linda said: ‘When we go for an ice cream I’ll Google and find out why the tiger is white.’ ‘We’re going for an ice cream?’ ‘Yes, of course. You can’t visit a zoo and not have an ice cream, and find out why some tigers are white.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 128 www.davidstedman.co.uk A voice said: ‘It’s a genetic mutation.’ Linda and Wyatt looked around. The speaker was a Chinese man of middle height with very short hair and a distinctive scar down his right cheek. He was wearing a bright orange shirt with khaki shorts. An expensive camera hung around his neck. ‘Thank you for that information,’ Wyatt said, with a sarcastic edge, and turned back. The man went on: ‘In Chinese legend and mythology, the white tiger is a revered symbol. It was said to appear only when the emperor rules virtuously and there was peace around the world.’ Wyatt turned back and put his hand inside his jacket feeling for his shoulder holster. ‘There is no need for firearms, Sergeant Wyatt, I come in peace.’ Wyatt looked at Linda and was astonished to see that she was grinning broadly. Linda said: ‘I can assure you he is harmless, Chris. To us, at least.’ She turned to the interloper. ‘May I introduce you with your real name?’ The man looked around cautiously. ‘Yes, it is safe.’ Linda said: ‘Chris, this is Lieutenant General Shunyuan Zhao, the head of Chinese intelligence and, if I may be so bold, my good friend.’ ‘Please be so bold, Linda.’ ‘It’s wonderful to see you again. I would embrace you but I suspect that would draw too much attention.’ ‘Delightful as an embrace sounds, Linda my dear, you are right. We are three strangers just passing pleasantries on this surprisingly warm London day.’ Wyatt said: ‘For the same reason, General Zhao, I won’t shake your hand but it is an honour to finally meet the man who saved my wife’s honour and reputation, and gave us vital information to defeat those Diamond Heart drones.’ ‘It was up to sane men such as myself and Premendra Dhawan to take intellectual action but it was you who took put yourself through the fire of intense physical danger to save the day. I am equally honoured to meet you, Sergeant Wyatt.’ Linda said: ‘Obviously this is not a chance meeting.’ Zhao said: ‘There is another aspect of the white tiger in Chinese mythology. It is also the guardian of the West. I am a poor substitute for the tiger but I come in peace to seek out those sane heads again. Events have proved beyond doubt that I can trust you two and I hope you will trust me.’ ‘I do,’ Linda said, ‘implicitly.’ ‘I have not been sent by Premier Huang Sung but I represent my homeland. The West

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 129 www.davidstedman.co.uk is now ablaze with accusations against China. We are accused of being the instigators of this Ocean Sunburst plot. My sources have informed me that you are involved in the fight against Ocean Sunburst. I beg you to believe me when I say that China has nothing to do with Ocean Sunburst and, as head of China’s intelligence services, I would know if we were.’ Linda said: ‘I certainly accept your word, General Zhao, but why are you telling us? Why not go through normal diplomatic channels?’ ‘Because we are not being believed on that level. Premier Huang Sung has an image and reputation as an aggressive hard man which is unjustified. He is reticent, wary and tough but he is not evil. I come to you two because we have built up trust between us through keeping our word and through right action. I’m asking you to convey my assurances directly to Prime Minister Montrose and President Brady, and through Premendra Dhawan, to Prime Minister Mishra.’ Wyatt said: ‘Can we say who this information came from? Can we say your name?’ ‘Yes, but please use discretion.’ ‘We are not certain that Ocean Sunburst exists as a deliberate plot but I certainly will pass on your message,’ Wyatt said. ‘So will I,’ Linda said, ‘but I have to tell you that I do not enjoy the same relationship of trust and affection with Elaine Brady as I did with Joe Logan.’ ‘That is unfortunate, for the United States and for the world, but please try.’ ‘I will.’ Zhao asked: ‘Please convey my respectful greetings to my old friend Premendra Dha- wan. Now that he has reached the position of eminence that he richly deserves I find it much more difficult to contact him secretly. How is he?’ Linda and Wyatt looked at each other. Wyatt said: ‘Physically he is fine but I’m afraid that the disappearance of his wife-to-be Mohana Raval has affected him badly.’ ‘I am sad for him. If I were him I would investigate some mining operations near a fault line at Lucknow, in Uttar Pradesh.’ ‘Do you have information about who abducted Mohana?’ Wyatt asked. ‘Nothing definite but we garnered intelligence suggesting some very strange groupings and sightings in that area.’ ‘We’ll certainly pass it on,’ Wyatt said. ‘I must go,’ Zhao said. ‘I fly back home tomorrow. It’s been a pleasure to meet you again. Farewell.’ Linda and Wyatt watched General Zhao walk away until he was lost in the crowds.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 130 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘He’s a fascinating character,’ Wyatt said. ‘Do you believe him?’ ‘Yes, I do, but will Brady believe him. I think she’d rather bomb Beijing to dust.’ ‘Then we must stop her. This changes everything. We have to look elsewhere for answers.’

38 Lucknow Police Headquarters, Uttar Pradesh, May 14th Premendra Dhawan entered the grubby and windowless interrogation room. The room was small, claustrophobic, lit by a single low watt electric bulb. There was no decoration or furniture except for a plain kitchen chair upon which was bound a bare chested man, slumped over, face covered in blood, electrodes clamped to his nipples. Dhawan said angrily: ‘Captain Venkat, what is going on here?’ Venkat turned and said: ‘I am interrogating the prisoner as you ordered, sir.’ ‘I did not order you to torture him. Take off those electrodes and get out.’ As Venkat was leaving Prem said: ‘Ask Nurse Lucas to come in.’ Prem untied the restraining cords and helped the tortured man to sit up. Mary Lucas came in. She was dressed in a white nurse’s uniform. Prem said: ‘Nurse Lucas, help me carry this poor man to the surgery.’ They helped the man to his feet and supported him along a corridor and up a short flight of steps to the first aid room. The room was immaculately clean, light and airy, with a window looking out to a well-tended garden. Mary covered the single bed with a sheet and helped the man lay down. He groaned as pillows were placed under his head. Prem said: ‘Nurse Lucas, clean him up while I fetch water.’ A few minutes later the prisoner had recovered enough of his senses to be questioned. Prem drew up a chair next to the bed. He said gently: ‘I see that you are not Indian. Do you understand English?’ The prisoner nodded painfully. ‘I regret your treatment, it should not have happened. What is your name?’ The man turned his head away. ‘You were the engineer in charge of the drillings. What were you looking for?’ No reply. ‘Who are you working for?’ No reply. Prem took a silver ring from out of his jacket pocket. ‘What is the significance of the

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 131 www.davidstedman.co.uk rose design on this ring?’ The man looked at the ring. His eyes widened but he did not reply. Prem sighed. ‘Where are the abducted prisoners being held?’ No reply. Prem stood up. ‘Very well. If you won’t talk then I am sending you back to the interrogation room with Captain Venkat.’ The man looked at Prem with a pleading expression but did not speak. Prem shrugged and went to the door. He opened the door and called out: ‘Captain Venkat, he’s all yours.’ The man, in a weak and resigned voice, said: ‘I’ll tell you what you want to know. They’ll kill me for it but I can’t go back into that room.’ ‘Who will kill you?’ Prem asked. ‘H3.’ ‘H3? Who or what are they?’ ‘I don’t know. Truly I don’t, but they are implacable, unforgiving and utterly ruthless.’

Mary Lucas went into Captain Venkat’s office. She was carrying two mugs of tea. She put the mugs on the desk and then locked the office door. She said: ‘Have a drink, Captain. It will perk you up. Why are you so down, sitting there with your head in your hands?’ Captain Venkat sighed. ‘I wish I could understand what is going on. Dhawan asked me to torture that prisoner. He said it was essential but Dhawan has always been totally opposed to such methods. I had to get those electrodes out of our black museum and I had to punch the prisoner in the face. I will hear the thud of those punches in my nightmares. Dhawan said it was for the good of India and I believe him. He is an honourable man but why doesn’t he trust me with the real reason?’ Mary sat down at the desk and said: ‘Perhaps he is protecting you by withholding the real reason.’ ‘Protecting me! If my superiors find out what has been going on I will lose my honour and my career.’ ‘Mr Dhawan will vouch for you. He is, as you say, an honourable man.’ ‘Why are we hiding away in my office?’ ‘To protect you. And me.’ Venkat looked at Mary critically. ‘Who are you? You’re not Indian. You seem to know Dhawan very well. How do you know him?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 132 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘I have been helping him out on a certain project.’ ‘What project?’ ‘Sorry, Captain, but I can’t tell you.’ ‘Are you really a nurse?’ ‘Yes, I am. Also a fully qualified paramedic. If it helps to reassure you I am also Rakesh Dhawan’s girlfriend.’ ‘Rakesh? You mean his son?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Is your relationship serious?’ ‘It is for me. He is very handsome if somewhat . . . volatile.’ ‘Unlike his father. I wish you . . .’ Mary did not find out what Venkat wished because there was a knock on the door and a voice said: ‘It’s Dhawan.’ Mary unlocked the door and Prem entered. His eyes were shining with excitement. He said: ‘The prisoner talked.’ ‘He did?’ Venkat said. ‘I tortured him for two hours and couldn’t make him talk.’ ‘You didn’t know what questions to ask but you softened him up for me. His psychological profile suggested that, although he was the chief engineer and leader of the gang we captured, he was the most likely to talk. The fear and anticipation of pain is more potent than the actual pain. The prospect of going back into the interrogation room was more than he could face, so he told me everything.’ Venkat said: ‘I’m relieved the strategy worked but I am most unhappy about having to inflict torture.’ ‘I appreciate that, Captain, and I will do my utmost to protect you from any fall out from these unethical and unconventional methods, but I have another favour to ask, an urgent one.’ ‘What is it?’ ‘I want you to gather a SWAT team, no more than six men, and be ready to travel as soon as possible.’ ‘May I ask where we are going and what we are going to do?’ ‘Not yet. Please trust me for the time being.’ Venkat hesitated for a few seconds and then nodded and left the office. Prem turned to Mary. ‘I’ve found out where Mohana is being held captive. When Venkat

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 133 www.davidstedman.co.uk has assembled the SWAT team we can be there in a matter of hours.’ ‘Where is she?’ ‘In Patna. It’s just over five hundred kilometres. I’ll contact Rakesh. He can fly there and be ready to pick up Mohana as soon as we have freed her.’ ‘I’ll come and help.’ ‘No, no,’ Prem said, ‘it’s far too dangerous. I cannot risk your life.’ ‘Well, obviously I won’t go in with the SWAT team but I am a nurse and a paramedic. If Mohana, or any other captives, are unwell or injured, I can look after them.’ ‘A fair point but it’s still too dangerous.’ ‘Isn’t that my decision to make? I understand the risks. Think about it, Prem. Mohana is bound to be in some sort of state, psychological or physical. Surely she would prefer another woman to look after her rather than a bunch of male soldiers?’ ‘You make a good case. Very well. Thank you.’ Mary lowered her voice. ‘Did you find out any more about Ocean Sunburst?’ ‘Yes, I did. While we’re waiting for the SWAT team I’ll contact Christopher and Linda. They will be fascinated by what I have to tell them but they will have to act swiftly.’

39 Haye Land-Sea Gas headquarters, Dublin, May 14th Adrian Tam looked up from the computer screen when his PA entered the office. She said: ‘I’ll be off home if you don’t need anything else, sir?’ Tam said: ‘Is it that time already, Bridget?’ ‘Actually it’s nearly seven.’ ‘Then you get off. I didn’t realise it was that late.’ Bridget closed the office door behind her and Tam turned back to the computer. He decided to complete some urgent correspondence and then call it a day. Ten minutes later the office door opened. Tam looked up and gasped in shock. Three figures entered the office, two women and a man. They were wearing black clothing, black ski masks and pointing pistols. One of the women closed and locked the office door. Tam stood up. He was shaking with fear. He said: ‘Who are you? IRA?’ Christopher Wyatt said: ‘No, we’re not the IRA but unless you answer some questions quickly and openly you’ll wish we were the IRA. You are Adrian Tam, chief executive of Haye Land-Sea Gas Worldwide?’ ‘Yes. What do you want? Money?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 134 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Stand aside and let my colleague access your PC and any other device you use. Give your cell phone to my other colleague.’ Tam did as requested. Wyatt said: ‘We have found out that Haye is the prime mover in the Ocean Sunburst plot. You are going to tell us everything and tell us exactly what is going on.’ Tam looked bewildered. ‘The Garda interviewed me about all this. It’s nonsense. It’s nothing to do with Haye. I gave them full access to all the dealings within the business and they were satisfied that we have nothing to do with this preposterous claim.’ ‘They might be satisfied,’ Wyatt said, ‘but we’re not so easily duped. Haye is one of the biggest employers and taxpayers in Ireland. Your fracking and oil drilling activities yield billions of dollars around the world, especially in the USA. There are many powerful people who don’t want Haye looked at too closely.’ ‘You think by bursting in here and accessing my computer you are going to find something incriminating?’ Linda Marquez, scrolling through Tam’s phone, said: ‘You’re Irish, born and bred. Is that right?’ ‘Yes. And you’re American by the sound of you.’ Linda said: ‘Tam is a common Chinese surname. Any Chinese blood in your ancestry?’ ‘What!? No. Are you insane?’ ‘Haye was financed by investors from China. They backed you in the early days, helped you grow in to the major multi-national you are now. Why did they do that?’ ‘To make money on their investment of course. It’s common business practice. China owns half the world, for God’s sake.’ Linda said: ‘Why is your company named Haye?’ ‘I’m not sure. It was a convenient available name suggested at the start by those investors.’ ‘The name Haye is derived from the name Aodh, the Irish god of fire.’ ‘So what. It’s a good name for a company searching for inflammable substances such as oil, gas and shale gas.’ ‘It’s also a good name for the company behind Ocean Sunburst.’ ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘Haye Land-Sea Gas is an anagram of Korean words meaning Ocean Sunburst.’ Tam shook his head in exasperation. ‘Is that why you broke in here and are subjecting me to this abuse? A linguistic coincidence?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 135 www.davidstedman.co.uk Wyatt said: ‘How are you doing it, Mr Tam? How do you plant explosives without your employees and the authorities finding out what is going on?’ ‘Because we don’t plant explosives, except where excavation is necessary and that pro- cess is strictly controlled.’ Shan said: ‘I’ve downloaded everything. We can analyse it at our leisure.’ Tam looked at Shan. ‘You sound English, she sounds American and this thug also sounds English.’ ‘My mother is Irish,’ Wyatt said. ‘Oh, well that’s all right then. You Anglos have been sticking it to the Irish for centuries and now you want to blame us for this Ocean Sunburst nonsense.’ Wyatt said: ‘Tell us how you do it or I’ll kneecap you.’ He pointed his pistol at Tam’s legs. ‘I’ve got a wife, three children and eight grandchildren. I’ve lived a full life. If you want to shoot me you’ll have to pull the trigger because I swear that Haye is not involved in anything as wicked as Ocean Sunburst and I would know if it was. I’m responsible for everything that goes on.’ ‘I know,’ Wyatt said. ‘That’s why we came to visit you. You’ve got a lot of bottle, Pad- dy.’ ‘Fuck you.’ Wyatt looked at Linda. ‘Anything on his phone?’ ‘Nothing obvious.’ ‘Okay. Mr Tam, we’ll leave your cell phone on the reception desk. We’ve disconnected the landline so you can’t call for help. Don’t try to follow us.’

Wyatt had parked the hire car along the road from Haye Land-Sea Gas headquarters, positioned so they could observe the Haye car park. They had noted Tam’s Daimler and they could see that his office light was still on. It was at the top of a modern ten storey building. There were a few other office lights still on but most employees had gone home for the day. The atmosphere in the car was pensive. Shan said: ‘Did we succeed?’ ‘I think so,’ Linda said. ‘We can now access his cell phone, his computer and his office landline. We’ve hidden a tracker on his car. Prem can monitor his journeys. Tam must be rat- tled after a visit like that. Being interrogated by masked intruders is much more traumatic than being gently questioned by the Garda. We did all this to engender a reaction, a response. Now we can see how he reacts.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 136 www.davidstedman.co.uk Wyatt said: ‘For me there’s only one problem.’ ‘What’s that?’ Shan asked. ‘I don’t believe he’s involved. His reactions seemed genuine. He was gutsy and he seemed outraged and baffled in the way a genuine innocent party does.’ ‘Could just be an act?’ Shan suggested. Linda said: ‘Chris and I have met enough bad ass perps to know the difference. I agree with Chris. I think Tam doesn’t know anything about Ocean Sunburst.’ ‘He’s moving,’ Shan said. ‘His office light has gone out. Here he comes out the front door. He’s moving fast towards his car. What do we do?’ Wyatt said: ‘We follow him. Shan, can you take the first watch. You take the car and Linda and I will go back to the hotel and set things up online with Prem.’ ‘That’s fine,’ Shan said. ‘We’ve found out one thing already.’ ‘What’s that?’ Linda said. ‘He’s not going straight home. He’s turned left instead of right. You two get out and I’ll tail him. This is great, I’ve always wanted to tail someone.

40 Sekhpura Tower, Patna, Bihar, May 15th Premendra Dhawan was waiting on the fifteenth floor, with Mary Lucas and the SWAT team, when Captain Venkat returned with the apartment building supervisor. The supervisor was unnerved by the sight of heavily armed troops. ‘What is going on?’ he asked. Venkat said: ‘Tell Mr Dhawan what you have told me.’ ‘What about?’ ‘About who lives on the eighteenth floor.’ ‘That is what is strange. Only one apartment on the top floor is occupied, as far as I can tell. The rent for the other apartments is paid for but nobody lives in them.’ Prem said: ‘You will give us full details of such payments and where they originate. How long has this situation been going on?’ ‘About two months, sir.’ ‘Have any of the other apartments been occupied in that time?’ ‘Yes, I think two of them, both again on the top floor, but I could not be sure. Every time I tried to access the top floor I was turned back by guards. They are big, heavily built men. I used to see the same men coming in and out of the tower block with supplies. They would never talk, just take the elevator to the top floor without a word.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 137 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Are they Indian or Caucasian or what?’ ‘Not Indian but Asian, Chinese or Japanese or something like that.’ ‘Probably Korean again,’ Mary said. ‘Were they armed?’ Prem asked the supervisor. ‘I didn’t see any guns but they could have had guns hidden on them. I was too scared to argue or try to find out what was going on. They warned me to keep my mouth shut and I have a wife and family to think of. I wasn’t about to put myself in . . .’ ‘Okay,’ Prem interrupted. ‘Did you ever see a woman or any women at all?’ ‘No, sir.’ ‘This is what you are going to do. You go up to the top floor on some pretext and see who is up there.’ ‘What pretext?’ ‘I don’t know, think of something. Something like you have to check the fire alarms or sprinklers. Report back to us.’ ‘I don’t want to do that! If they know you are here they might kill me.’ ‘If you don’t do this, I’ll kill you. Now take the stairs and act normally. We want to know how many guards there are.’ The supervisor reluctantly walked towards the stairway. He returned within minutes. ‘There are no guards.’ ‘None at all? Not even outside the occupied apartment?’ ‘No, sir. None at all. They were certainly there yesterday.’ Prem turned to Captain Venkat. ‘What do you think? We don’t have much choice but a frontal assault. The kidnappers have chosen a good strategic position again. I’m very concerned that Minister Raval might get hurt if we just burst in.’ The supervisor said: ‘Kidnappers? Minister Raval is in that apartment?’ ‘Perhaps,’ Prem said. ‘Now you realise how serious the situation is.’ He turned back to Venkat. ‘The supervisor will go up in front of us, to make sure the guards have not returned, and then you can go in. Could you get in through the windows from the roof?’ Venkat shook his head. ‘The glass is toughened, very strong. To break it would be more dangerous that going straight in through the door. We will use stun and flash grenades. Whoev- er is in there will be completely disorientated for several seconds but will not suffer permanent harm. If Minister Raval is in there we will be able to secure her before the kidnappers recover their senses.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 138 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘I hope you are right, Captain. Get the men ready and we’ll go.’

41 Connacht Hotel, Dublin, May 15th Christopher Wyatt asked: ‘Any luck yet, Linda?’ Linda Marquez was sitting on the double bed and working with her laptop. ‘Not yet,’ she said. ‘Everything on Tam’s computer looks completely genuine business or personal correspondence so far.’ ‘Umm,’ Wyatt said. ‘We’re not doing well here. I can’t get hold of Prem or Shan. That’s unusual, and worrying.’ ‘Keep trying. We need to find out what Tam is up to. Here’s something interesting. It’s a separate file of correspondence between Tam and someone named Tsoy. It’s not password protected. There is a disagreement about something called “motherlode”.’ ‘Haye is a company dedicated to oil and mineral exploration so that doesn’t seem unusual.’ ‘No, but it’s clearly used as a euphemism, as if neither party want to say what it is. I’ll keep reading and see if I can find out what it is.’ Wyatt put on his jacket and picked up his keys. ‘Well, I’m off to see the MI6 station chief at the British embassy and the CIA station chief at the US embassy. They might be able to give us some more information, if we haven’t trodden on their toes in the meantime.’

Linda continued her examination of Tam’s laptop files for the next two hours then, mentally exhausted, she put the laptop aside and decided to freshen up with a shower. She undressed and went into the bathroom. The Connacht was an old-fashioned hotel but the bath tub was deep and luxurious and the shower cabinet spacious and well-appointed. Linda luxuriated under the jets of hot water for several minutes. She heard someone enter the room and, through the condensation on the glass, saw a shadow walk past the bathroom door and into the main room. Linda called out: ‘Chris, is that you?’ Linda listened but there was no reply. She called again, louder: ‘Chris, I’m in the shower. Is that you?’ This time Wyatt answered. ‘Okay, honey, it’s me. Take your time, sugar.’ Honey? Sugar? Chris has never used those terms of endearment before. Linda shouted: ‘How are things?’ There was a long pause then Wyatt replied: ‘About the same as they were in Denver but there is a window of opportunity for you. I should take it, honeybunch.’ Honeybunch?

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 139 www.davidstedman.co.uk Linda left the water running and stepped out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around herself and went to the bathroom window. She had to stand in the bathtub to reach. The window was secured by a fairly ancient security lock. Linda was able to wrench the latch away from the wooden frame. She pushed open the window and looked out. She was the top floor, four floors above a bustling main thoroughfare with a view over to the river. She looked along the wall. There was a decorative stone ledge leading to an old cast iron drainpipe. She decided she could just make it to the narrow balcony outside the main room. Linda climbed out of the window and, gripping the window frame, found a secure foothold on the window ledge. She edged towards the drainpipe as far as she dared and then swung towards the pipe, praying that it would hold. She grabbed the pipe and scrabbled for a foothold on the stone ledge. She became aware of voices from below. A small crowd was gathering, pointing at her and shouting. She shouted back: ‘Shut up and go away.’ Linda realised that the balcony was too far away to jump for it. She was stuck and desperately looked around for a solution. Her only hope was to climb to the roof. The drainpipe seemed strong enough to support her weight while she climbed. Gripping the drainpipe with one arm she tested the pipework above her with the other hand. It was securely bracketed to the wall and the brackets would provide footholds. She hauled herself upwards and, after negotiat- ing a tricky overhang, heaved herself on to the roof. She lay still for several seconds to regain her breath but dare not delay any longer. On hands and knees she crawled along the roof tiles until she was above the balcony. The crowd below was growing bigger. Some were urging her not to jump. I’m not trying commit suicide, you idiots, Linda thought. Sweating, despite the cool Dublin air, Linda lowered herself on to one side of the balcony. Very unladylike but I don’t care. She peered cautiously through the window. Chris was sitting on the bed. Standing over him was a thug, a scrawny scruffy individual, pointing a sawn-off shotgun. They were sitting side on to Linda. She tried to get Chris’s attention without alerting the gunman. Chris looked out of the corner of his eye and noticed her. Linda moved to the middle of the balcony, dropped the bath towel and tapped on the window. The gunman looked around and cried out: ‘Jesus!’ In that split second of inattention Wyatt grabbed the barrel of the shotgun and wrenched it out of the thug’s hands. Wyatt smashed the stock into the thug’s face and he dropped to the floor. The thug began to weep. Wyatt said: ‘Don’t try to move.’ He went to the balcony door and opened it for Linda to come in. He said: ‘Quite an entrance, my dear.’ The thug, through his pain and tears, goggled at the naked vision of beauty that had amazingly stepped into the room from nowhere. Linda calmly found clothing in the dresser and put on a T-shirt and jeans. She looked at the thug. ‘Who’s your friend, Chris?’ ‘He was waiting for me outside the room. He invited himself in. We’re just about to find out why.’ Wyatt turned to the thug. ‘Why are you doing this and who sent you? Tell me or I’ll blow your brains all over Dublin.’ ‘Jesus, help me,’ the thug pleaded. ‘I don’t know why I’m here and I don’t know who

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 140 www.davidstedman.co.uk sent me. I just got a call from my boss to get in your room and hold you until someone gets here.’ ‘Who? Your boss?’ Linda asked. ‘I don’t know. I don’t think so.’ Wyatt said: ‘He sounds like a genuine Paddy. Who are you working for?’ ‘He’s the local Mr Big. I don’t even know his name. Listen, mister, I’m just small time muscle. I haven’t a fucking clue what all this is about.’ Linda asked: ‘When was this accomplice supposed to get here?’ ‘He should have been here ten minutes ago.’ ‘I caused quite a commotion,’ Linda said. ‘There was a crowd gathering outside. It’s possible that whoever was going to visit us decided against it.’ Wyatt said: ‘Stand up.’ The thug did as he was ordered. Wyatt patted him down and searched his pockets. ‘Nothing else suspicious on him. No obsidian watches or rose rings.’ ‘Uh?’ the thug said. ‘What are you talking about? I wasn’t going to harm you. I’ve never harmed anyone. I’m a pickpocket and shoplifter. I was the only one my boss could find to get to the hotel in time.’ Wyatt asked: ‘What do you think, Linda?’ ‘He’s small potatoes, not worth bothering about. Let’s cut him loose.’ Wyatt picked up the shotgun. ‘We’ll keep this in case your pal shows up. Now fuck off.’ ‘Yes, sir. Yes, sir.’ The thug dashed out of the room as fast as his trembling limbs would carry him. Linda crossed her arms and looked at Chris. ‘Honey? Sugar? Honey bunch?’ ‘What are you mad for? I had to warn you somehow.’ ‘Why don’t you use those endearments normally? Do you have to have a shotgun pointed at your head?’ ‘Would you like me to call you honey or sugar?’ ‘No. This Yank is just yanking your chain.’ ‘By the way,’ Wyatt said. ‘When I said about a “window of opportunity” I meant for you to find another room and fetch help, not treat the citizens of Dublin to a pole dance!’ Linda kissed him. ‘I love it when you get jealous.’ Wyatt grunted. ‘Well, it’s time we vacated the Connacht hotel anyway.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 141 www.davidstedman.co.uk

42 Sekhpura Tower, Patna, Bihar, May 15th The supervisor returned and reported that the top floor was still clear of any guards. Captain Venkat said to Premendra Dhawan: ‘You and Miss Lucas stay well behind us. Stay out of sight and the line of fire.’ ‘No, I’m going in with you. Mary can stay back.’ Venkat said: ‘As the leader of the SWAT team I cannot allow your participation. You are a middle-aged man with only one arm. Your presence would make it more dangerous, for us as well as you.’ Mary Lucas said: ‘He’s right, Mr Dhawan. Stay back with me. As soon as they have secured Minister Raval we will tend to her.’ Prem considered and then nodded. ‘You’re right. Carry on, Captain.’ The SWAT team silently climbed the stairs. One man was carrying a hydraulic ram powerful enough to immediately break down any normal door. Prem could not help himself. He followed the SWAT team and peeked around the corner of the stair well. The ram demolished the door of the apartment and the SWAT team fired in flash and stun grenades. There was no gunfire in return so Captain Venkat ordered the team into the apartment. Still there was no return fire. With a sinking heart Prem realised that Mohana, and her abductors, must have gone. Venkat came out of the apartment and beckoned Prem. Venkat said: ‘The apartment is unoccupied, sir, but someone was living here very recently.’ Prem went into the two bedroom apartment. Mary followed him. The apartment was untidy but clean. Prem was relieved that if Mohana had been incarcerated here she might have been reasonably comfortable. He said: ‘Tell the men not to touch anything. Get on to the local police and ask them to send a forensic team. I want this apartment minutely examined for fingerprints, DNA, anything that can provide clues as to who was here and where they have gone.’ ‘It appears they were warned we were coming,’ Venkat said. Prem nodded. Mary’s cell phone rang. She went out to the hallway to answer it. After a few seconds she called: ‘Mr Dhawan, it’s for you.’ ‘Who is it?’ ‘I think it’s Sergeant Wyatt but the reception is bad.’ She went over to the window. Prem came out of the apartment and held out his hand to take the phone. A flash of light and a strange whooshing sound was followed by a wave of intense heat. Prem staggered away and turned to see Captain Venkat and some of his SWAT team stumbling out of the apartment. Intense flames were licking outside the door. As the last team member ran out of the apartment the sprinklers came on. The group stood, soaking wet, watching the fire gradually die down under the torrent

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 142 www.davidstedman.co.uk of water. ‘What happened?’ Mary asked. ‘The apartment was booby trapped,’ Venkat said. ‘A firebomb, looks almost like napalm from the way it burned. It’s fortunate that you and Mr Dhawan were outside. My men are wearing helmets and flame retardant suits so we are unharmed.’ Prem sploshed through the water to the door of the apartment and looked inside. ‘What wasn’t destroyed by the fire is now destroyed by the water. It’s a complete mess. We’ll never find minute clues in there.’ ‘Obviously what the previous occupants intended,’ Venkat said. Prem remembered the cell phone call. ‘Give me the phone, Mary.’ Mary held the phone to her ear. ‘It’s gone dead. The water must have got in. Sorry.’ ‘It’s not your fault. This is the second chance I’ve had to rescue Mohana and I’ve failed twice.’ Nobody dared say anything. Prem said: ‘How do we turn this damn water off.’

43 Connacht Hotel, Dublin, May 15th As she packed her suitcase, Linda asked: ‘How did you get on at the embassies?’ ‘Neither MI6 or the CIA are aware of any current covert operations against Haye or Mr Tam.’ ‘Is it possible that there is such an operation and that the local guys are being kept out of the loop?’ ‘More than possible but there’s nothing else I can do to find out.’ Linda sighed. ‘If only Joe Logan was still President.’ ‘I agree. Times have changed, and not for the better.’ ‘What do we do now?’ ‘I’m not sure. Shan and Tam have disappeared. I’ve been trying to contact Shan but her cell phone is dead and I can’t track her without Prem’s help. Talking of Prem, I did get a secure call from him while I was out.’ ‘Oh, I’m sorry I missed him. What’s going on?’ ‘Thanks to that tip-off from General Zhao, Indian police raided a drilling site near Luc- know.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 143 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Don’t tell me, a Haye drilling site?’ ‘An Indian subsidiary of Haye. They are still trying to get more information about what was going on but Prem found out that Mohana was being held in an apartment at the top of a tower block in Patna.’ ‘Has he rescued her?’ Linda said eagerly. ‘No, the kidnappers had been tipped off. They cleared out and took Mohana with them just hours before Prem and a SWAT team arrived. The apartment had been booby trapped with a fire bomb. No-one was hurt but there is no chance of finding forensic evidence. Prem and Mary were lucky not to be injured, or worse.’ ‘Mary was with them?’ ‘Yes, in case of medical need and to look after Mohana when they found her.’ ‘Okay, that makes sense. Any ideas who betrayed the operation?’ ‘No. The SWAT team didn’t know where they were going until they were nearly at the location. Only Prem, Captain Venkat and Mary knew the objective.’ ‘Who is this Captain Venkat?’ ‘An old friend and colleague. Prem trusts him completely.’ ‘Hmm,’ Linda said. ‘What about Mary?’ ‘That’s what I asked Prem but Mary did not make any calls. Prem is monitoring her cell phone. There is no way she could have warned the kidnappers in the time available.’ ‘This is baffling,’ Linda sighed. ‘Why would anyone want to abduct Mohana and hold her? For what reason?’ Chris shook his head. ‘Who knows? Prem is distraught, poor guy. He feels that he has let Mohana down. I didn’t know what else to suggest.’ Linda nodded and carried on packing. A few minutes later there was a ping on Wyatt’s laptop to indicate a video call. Prem appeared on the screen. Wyatt said: ‘Hi, Prem. I’m back at the hotel. Linda is here.’ Linda stood up and went over to the table so that Prem could see her. She said: ‘I’m so sorry about Mohana but please don’t beat yourself up. You are doing all you possibly can.’ ‘It’s good of you to try to comfort me, Linda, but I am sick with worry. I think of her constantly, night and day. How are things over in the Emerald Isle?’ ‘A little trouble with the room service but we sorted it out.’ ‘Good. Anyway, I do have good news. We have found Shan and Mr Tam.’ ‘Do you mean they’re together?’ Linda asked.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 144 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Yes. The tracking devices show them to be in the same place.’ ‘Where?’ Wyatt asked. ‘Venice.’ ‘Venice!’ Wyatt and Linda exclaimed at the same time. Wyatt said: ‘They were both in Dublin a few hours ago. What are they doing in Venice?’ Linda said: ‘More worrying, what are they doing together? Shan was only supposed to tail him, not go on holiday with him.’ ‘Wyatt said. ‘Shan is part Italian. Have we missed something? Could she be working for Haye, or Tam, or both?’ ‘I suggest you follow them and find out,’ Prem said. ‘There is a direct flight leaving from Dublin in four hours. You two are booked on it, club class, courtesy of the Indian government. I will text you details of your hotel reservations. I am also sending you back-up.’ ‘Back-up?’ Wyatt said. ‘In what form?’ ‘In the form of Rakesh and Mary Lucas. They are bringing a few items to help you find Tam and Shan.’ ‘What items?’ ‘Parabolic and directional microphones, and one that allows you to hear conversations through thick walls. Also miniaturised microphones and cameras, and weapons.’ ‘I’ll be grateful for a weapon,’ Wyatt said, ‘but why so many microphones?’ ‘If you get the chance you might be able to listen in to ascertain what Shan and Tam are talking about. It’s a long shot but worth a try.’ ‘How do we find Shan and Tam?’ Linda asked. ‘Good old-fashioned leg work,’ Prem said. ‘I assume they are staying in a hotel. Keep looking until you find them.’ Linda said: ‘Would it be better to inform the Italian authorities and let them help?’ ‘We don’t understand what we are trying to achieve and if we involve the carabinieri we might frighten off the bad guys. Things are happening, that’s why Tam has made such a rapid journey, and we may be able to find out if our quarry think they are unobserved.’ ‘Okay, we’ll do our best,’ Linda said. ‘Luckily we’re all packed already! If all else fails I’ve always wanted to see Venice.’ ‘Now you can,’ Prem said, ‘but I don’t want to lose someone else I love so please don’t fall in a canal.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 145 www.davidstedman.co.uk 44 St. Mark’s Square, Venice, May 17th Shan Veronesi walked hurriedly across the square. She was heading for the Chiesa di San Giuliano district. The square was crowded with hundreds of tourists and hundreds of pi- geons flapping and diving for free goodies. Shan was anxious and nervous. She had chosen to cross the square in case anyone was following her. It was easier to disappear in a crowd than in a back alley. As she approached the Grand Canal she lost patience and ducked into the shaded colonnades. The shade was a welcome relief from the hot sun. She turned into a narrow alleyway that was unknown to the tourists and congratulated herself that she was not being followed. Someone grabbed her arm in a strong grip. Shan’s heart raced with fear as the assailant pulled her around. ‘Chris!’ she exclaimed with relief. ‘You frightened me. What are you doing?’ ‘What am I doing?’ Wyatt said angrily. He shoved Shan against a wall and held her wrists. ‘What the hell are you doing? You were supposed to follow Tam, not fly to Venice with him.’ ‘He was in such a hurry that I was afraid I was going to lose him, so I took a gamble, introduced myself and told him who I was.’ ‘What!’ Wyatt said. ‘That’s crazy. We’re trying to find out what he’s up to.’ ‘Listen to me. Let me go and I’ll explain.’ Wyatt reluctantly let go of her wrists. ‘Don’t try to run.’ ‘Chris, I haven’t betrayed you. I’m still with you. I thought that if I introduced myself to Tam and told him who I was and what I can offer in the way of geology and seismology, pretend I wanted a job with him, I might be able to get on the inside of what he’s doing. It worked.’ ‘He fell for that?’ ‘I introduced myself at Dublin airport. He googled me and looked at my Facebook page and so on, and he was impressed. He said I could go with him because he had to interview someone and my expertise might be useful.’ ‘Who does he want to interview?’ ‘He won’t tell me yet but we’re going to visit someone tomorrow.’ ‘Where?’ ‘I’m not sure but I heard him mention Santa Berardo. It must be a church or something.’ ‘Why didn’t you contact us while you were travelling?’ ‘I couldn’t. Tam made me hand over my cell phone. He searched me and watched me like a hawk. This is the first chance I’ve had to get away from him. I was walking to a little café I know so I could use their phone and contact you.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 146 www.davidstedman.co.uk Wyatt shook his head. ‘I wish I could believe you, Shan. The others would kill me if they found out I was talking to you.’ ‘What others?’ ‘Linda, Rakesh, Mary, they didn’t trust you before, especially after that business in Cambridge, but now they think you’ve betrayed us. We’ve been searching for you and Tam. I saw you walking across the square by coincidence. I’m prepared to trust you but my patience is wearing thin. Which hotel are you staying at?’ ‘The Excelsior.’ ‘Okay, go back to the Excelsior and wait. Don’t do anything to arouse Tam’s suspicions. We’ll see where he takes you tomorrow.’ Shan said: ‘I’m still on your side, Chris, believe me.’ ‘You saved my life once so I’m giving you the benefit but don’t betray us. You wouldn’t like me when I’m really angry.’

45 Venice Lagoon, May 18th Christopher Wyatt was aware of mutinous stirrings among the crew of his hired motor boat. He lay back in the bow and attempted to relax the atmosphere. ‘Look at the water, it’s like liquid jade. The sun is shining, the sail boats are out, we can see St Marks, our vessel is chugging away merrily and laden with food and drink. What could be nicer?’ ‘Perhaps another boatload of special forces,’ Rakesh Dhawan said. ‘I don’t like this. We’re dressed as if we’re going to the opera and sailing through a swamp studded with islands that could be hiding any sort of threat. It could be a trap.’ Wyatt said: ‘It could be, but it’s not over until the fat lady sings. Pass me another glass of champagne, old boy.’ ‘You make jokes, Chris, but we’re here because of what Shan Veronesi told you. I’ve never trusted Shan Veronesi.’ Wyatt accepted the glass of champagne and replied: ‘She saved my life in Hawaii. She saved your life during that earthquake in Phuket.’ Rakesh grunted. ‘That could have been simply to insinuate herself into our good books. You should have tailed her and not talked to her.’ ‘If I hadn’t talked to her we would not have discovered that Tam is taking her to San Be- rardo island. It gave us time to hire this beautiful motorised gondola and prepare this charade as two romantic couples touring the lagoon.’ Linda said: ‘Lovely as that sounds, dear, if Tam and his company are up to no good they will surely have tight security on this island.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 147 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Perhaps, but it’s a Sunday and during my recce I observed a boatload of workers leaving the island for the fleshpots of the city. There won’t be as many people left on the island. That’s probably what Tam wanted, not to be seen by his employees, whatever he’s up to.’ Wy- att looked around. ‘There’s the island. Steer towards it, Rakesh. Mary, give Rakesh a cuddle. Linda, you come and canoodle with me. Let’s make our romantic picnic look convincing.’ ‘Convincing!’ Rakesh scoffed. ‘How else could we approach a tiny island without arousing suspicion?’ ‘With several boatloads of Italian police?’ Rakesh suggested. ‘I agree,’ Mary said. ‘This seems very dangerous.’ Wyatt asked: ‘What do you think, Linda?’ ‘If we didn’t come with you, you’d do it yourself. Someone has to look after you.’ ‘Thank you,’ Wyatt said. ‘If it looks too dangerous, if the reception committee is too strong, we drunkenly apologise and sail serenely back to the city.’ Rakesh steered the gondola on to the sand of a shallow beach screened by tangled bushes. Beyond the bushes the ground ran gently upwards. Wyatt walked to the top of the slope and scanned the terrain through binoculars. He said: ‘There are the ruined walls of the old monas- tery and beyond them I can see the roofs of modern buildings. There are three large wooden huts and what appears to be a strongly built concrete construction with no windows. In the middle is a drilling derrick. It’s half-hidden by the old ruins. Let’s unload the hamper and find a nice spot for our picnic.’ Rakesh shook his head. ‘You are crazy, Sergeant Wyatt.’ ‘But there’s a method in my madness, Flight Lieutenant.’ They hauled the wicker basket out of the boat and carried it between them. Rakesh said: ‘We are wearing dinner jackets and bow ties, the ladies are wearing party dresses, and we are carrying champagne bottles and a picnic hamper in the middle of the day. Is this really going to fool anyone?’ ‘Possibly not but it will disarm them, throw them off balance while we make our move. We’re a group of crazy socialites who have been up all night celebrating. Come on, let’s get this party started.’ They strolled up the gentle incline and past the buildings, keeping about a hundred metres away. They saw no-one, heard nothing. When they could see the far side of the island Linda said: ‘There’s the landing stage over there. That’s almost certainly where Shan and Tam will land.’ Rakesh said: ‘Over this way are the ruins of the old leper hospital. That seems a good place to conceal ourselves.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 148 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘That’s perfect,’ Wyatt agreed. He led the party to the ruins. ‘Okay, let’s get settled in. Linda and Mary, please watch for Tam and Shan’s motor boat. Rakesh, you and I will set up the directional microphone. With any luck our target will be working in one of the wooden buildings. If he’s in the concrete shed then our plan is scuppered.’ They set up the microphone, not much more than a long metal rod, and linked it to a battery and a recording device. The feed would also be transmitted directly to Prem in New Delhi. Rakesh said to Wyatt: ‘Can this thing really record sounds through a wall?’ ‘Yes, especially if there are plenty of windows and the wall is thin. Those wooden huts are ideal. Let me see if I can hear anything.’ Wyatt put on the earphones. Seconds later he said: ‘That’s remarkable. I can hear someone talking on a phone. It must be the chief engineer. I think he said his name is Tsoy. I can’t hear any sounds from the other buildings.’ Fifteen minutes later Linda reported that a motorboat was approaching. They watched as the boat was moored. Tam and Shan walked towards the wooden hut from which Wyatt had heard sounds. The two new arrivals went inside and closed the door. ‘Here we go,’ Wyatt said. ‘I’ll turn up the volume so you can all listen.’ Tsoy was saying: ‘Why couldn’t you simply call me if you had a problem or needed information?’ ‘Because I’m under investigation,’ Tam said angrily. ‘There is something going on and you, because of your position in the field, must have something to do with it. The authorities are tailing me, bugging my cell phone, my computer, everything. Apart from mailing you a letter this is the only way I can talk to you securely.’ ‘Then why have you brought this girl with you?’ Tam said: ‘This “girl” is Shan Veronesi, a highly qualified geologist and seismologist. She, like me, wants to know why you have set up a drilling rig on this island. There is nothing of value under here to drill for. What is going on?’ ‘You listen to a girl rather than your own chief engineer? Under here is dolomite, a host rock for copper, zinc and lead.’ Shan said: ‘All that is freely available in myriad more convenient locations. There is no need to drill under Venice lagoon. What are you looking for?’ Tsoy did not answer immediately. Then he said: ‘Rhodium.’ ‘Rhodium?’ Shan said. ‘There is no rhodium to be found in this type of strata.’ ‘I disagree,’ Tsoy said. ‘We have done test drillings. The presence of rhodium is indicated.’ ‘Nonsense,’ Shan said. ‘Mr Tam, that is not possible.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 149 www.davidstedman.co.uk Tam said: ‘Very well, Tsoy. I want to see all the results of the test drillings and reports on everything you have been doing on this island.’ Tsoy said: ‘Just a second, let me get it out.’ Linda whispered: ‘All this proves that Tam doesn’t know what is going on here.’ ‘Or Shan,’ Wyatt said. ‘I’m relieved.’ He winced and whipped off the earphones as a loud gunshot deafened him. ‘Damn, something’s happened.’ Wyatt ran out from cover and sprinted towards the wooden hut. As he did so Tsoy came out. He saw Wyatt running towards him and raised a pistol. Wyatt dived into a protective roll. Tsoy, wild-eyed, turned and ran towards the landing stage. Wyatt called back: ‘Don’t risk trying to stop him. We’ll pick him up later.’ Tsoy jumped in the motor boat, started the engine and sped away across the lagoon. Wy- att ran into the hut. Tam was lying on the wooden floor. Half his face was missing. Shan was shaking and crying. Wyatt said: ‘Shan, are you hurt?’ ‘No. I’m so very shocked.’ Wyatt took Shan to the door as the others approached. ‘Don’t come in,’ he said. ‘Tam is dead. It’s not a pretty sight. Shan is okay but very upset. I’ll bring her out. Look after her.’ Rakesh said: ‘What do we do now?’ Wyatt shut the door on the carnage within the hut. ‘Now we have to involve the police.’ Shan, still trembling, said: ‘Not yet. There’s something very strange going on here. Let’s search the buildings before we call the police.’ Linda said: ‘We should get you medical attention.’ ‘No, I’ll be okay.’ Mary said: ‘Shan is right, we’re here to find information about Ocean Sunburst. If the carabineri find it first they won’t know what it is and it might get lost or discarded.’ Wyatt nodded. ‘Okay, let’s find out what Tsoy was doing.’

46 10, Downing Street, London, May 24th Tristram Wake-Talbot was apprehensive as he was shown into Prime Minister Murdo Montrose’s office. The office was much smaller than Wake-Talbot had imagined, although the Downing Street house was much larger inside than it looked from outside. Montrose was standing and looking out at the garden. He turned to look at Wake-Talbot, his expression neutral. Wake-Talbot sensed that something important was afoot. Then he noticed Christopher Wyatt sitting quietly on the other side of the office.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 150 www.davidstedman.co.uk Montrose said: ‘Good afternoon, Professor. Thank you for coming to see me at such short notice.’ ‘Anything I can do to be of help . . .’ Montrose cut him off by saying: ‘You remember Sergeant Wyatt?’ ‘Yes, indeed. How are you?’ ‘Fine,’ Wyatt said. ‘Won’t you sit down, Professor?’ Montrose sat down at his desk. Wake-Talbot shifted uneasily as Montrose and Wyatt gazed at him. Montrose said: ‘You’ve been making enquiries, Professor.’ ‘I’ve made many enquiries over the years,’ Wake-Talbot said, trying to keep his tone light. ‘Thousands, I should say. To what enquiries are you referring?’ ‘Your latest enquiries, enquiries about things happening in Venice and the whereabouts of a certain chief engineer for Haye Sea-Land Gas.’ ‘Aah,’ Wake-Talbot said. ‘Why are you making such enquiries?’ ‘Because I’m a professor of geology at Cambridge University and one of the world’s leading authorities on geology. It would be strange if I was not making enquiries about an odd situation.’ ‘Why do you say “odd”, Professor?’ Wake-Talbot hesitated. Montrose said: ‘I have advisors, some of whom wanted you arrested, so I suggest you be completely honest with me.’ ‘Arrested? What on earth for? Doing my job?’ ‘How did you find out about certain events in Venice?’ ‘Because I have contacts all over the world. An Italian colleague said he had heard ru- mours about drilling operations in Venice lagoon that went horribly wrong, that someone had been murdered and that this chief engineer chappie had disappeared. I was curious as well as professionally interested.’ ‘What “curiosity” particularly piqued your interest?’ ‘Prime Minister, I don’t understand why I am here being questioned, I’ll help in any way I . . .’ ‘Please answer the question, Professor.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 151 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘If you insist. I wanted to know why Haye were drilling in Venice lagoon when there is nothing of any value to be found in that substrata.’ Montrose nodded. ‘Do you know the executive who runs Haye, a Mr Tam?’ ‘Yes, indeed. He is an excellent administrator and organiser but he has no real knowledge of geology.’ ‘Have you ever heard any scandal or gossip about him?’ ‘No,’ Wake-Talbot said. ‘He entered the drilling and mining industry suddenly without any previous track record, but he had backers - from China I think - who were impressed by his managerial ability rather than his knowledge of geology. He built Haye into a thriving worldwide concern. I think he will take Haye into the lead as the world’s predominant geological exploration company in the years to come.’ Montrose looked at Wyatt and then nodded. Wyatt said: ‘I’m afraid Mr Tam will not be doing that. He is dead. Murdered by his own chief engineer.’ Wake-Talbot gasped. ‘You can’t be serious.’ ‘I’m completely serious, Professor. I was there when it happened.’ ‘That’s shocking. Why should the chief engineer do such a thing?’ Montrose said: ‘That’s what we’re trying to find out. I’m going to show you something that, for the time being, is ultra-secret. You should not discuss what I am about to tell you with anyone, repeat anyone.’ Montrose opened the drawer of his desk and took out a folded sheet of paper. He unfolded the paper until it covered half his desk and showed it to Wake-Talbot. ‘What is it?’ Wake-Talbot asked. ‘It looks like a torpedo with an extra long nose cone.’ ‘Not a bad guess,’ Montrose said. ‘This is a plan of a device recovered from the drilling site in Venice. It has been closely examined by our scientists. It seems to be a self-powered device for drilling through the earth.’ `’That’s reasonable,’ Wake-Talbot said. ‘There are many such devices, known as moles, although not as big as this one.’ ‘Or as nasty,’ Montrose said. ‘In what way?’ ‘Look at the technical specifications. Take your time. This device is known, we believe, as Shockwave. It is capable of carrying high explosives, perhaps an atomic bomb.’ Wake-Talbot did not respond for several minutes. Then he said: ‘My God, someone has done it.’ ‘Done it?’ Montrose said. ‘Done what?’ ‘Worked out how to direct explosions precisely enough to cause earthquakes, tsunamis

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 152 www.davidstedman.co.uk and volcanic eruptions. Someone has developed an extremely accurate geological map. That’s what we were working on at Cambridge but we could not complete it. We found too many problems, too many variables.’ Wyatt asked: ‘That was the project that Shan Veronesi was working on with you?’ ‘Yes, indeed. She was vehement that we should continue our work but we did not have the time or the funding.’ ‘Could Shan have developed such a map on her own?’ Wake-Talbot shook his head emphatically. ‘Not possible. She would have needed extremely advanced technological back-up, mainly a supercomputer.’ ‘Such as the ones that China has developed?’ Wake-Talbot nodded. Montrose said: ‘So what do you think Haye were doing drilling in Venice lagoon. You have said that there are no valuable minerals under there. Could they have been looking for oil or gas?’ ‘No, there is none there.’ ‘What about rhodium?’ Wake-Talbot almost laughed. ‘That is one of the rarest and most valuable metals in the world. You cannot find it in Venice lagoon.’ Montrose said: ‘Any ideas what they might have been up to, Professor?’ ‘I have an idea but it is too horrific to contemplate.’ ‘Let’s contemplate it.’ ‘Venice is situated at the western end of one of the world’s major subduction zones, between the Eurasian plate to the north and the African plate to the south. A subduction zone is where two tectonic plates rub against each other. If an atomic bomb was planted to explode in exactly the right place it could cause a major shift in those plates, hence causing an earthquake of exceptional magnitude.’ ‘What would that mean in terms of destruction?’ ‘Venice would be destroyed, Greece would suffer untold destruction, Istanbul would be destroyed, as would areas all the way as far as India. Millions would die, the damage would take several generations to repair.’ Montrose said: ‘Clearly this has now gone beyond a vague threat. Whatever is going on, this Ocean Sunburst scheme must be stopped, and stopped by whatever means possible.’

47 Government House, Hamilton, Bermuda, June 1st

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 153 www.davidstedman.co.uk Prime Minister Murdo Montrose stood up and looked around the conference table. He said: ‘I’d like to start by welcoming you all to this hastily arranged summit meeting. As Ber- muda is a British overseas territory roughly midway between the countries represented, it was easy to choose it as a secure and private venue for this most vital meeting. I thank the governor for the use of his residence. I must admit, as I look out on a paradise of green lawns, exotic flowers and blue sea in the distance, I envy the governor his position.’ Montrose caught himself mentally wandering and coughed in embarrassment. ‘Representing the United States we have President Brady’s security adviser, Jazmin Isaacs and Captain Linda Marquez of the Secret Service. Travelling all the way from India is Premendra Dhawan, head of Indian intelligence. From Russia I am especially pleased to welcome Radomir Khurtin, President Osipenkov’s deputy and security advisor. With me are Professor Tristram Wake-Talbot, one of the world’s leading authorities on geology and seismology, and Sergeant Christopher Wyatt of the Metro- politan Police, who is my, err, special agent, so to speak. You’ve all been briefed about recent events in Venice, events which seem to confirm that the so-called Ocean Sunburst plot is actual and happening. All the evidence points to North Korea and China being in collusion to wreak catastrophe on other nations through the use of this discovered weapon known as Shockwave. This meeting is to decide on a common approach to solving this very serious problem. I’d like to start with India. Premendra has been heading a group of scientists analysing this Shockwave device. Would you like to summarise your findings?’ ‘Thank you, Prime Minister,’ Prem said. ‘There is not much to add to the reports that you have already received except that Shockwave is even more sophisticated than we originally thought. It is capable of carrying conventional explosives or an atomic or nuclear weapon and is capable of boring to a designated exact location within the earth and detonating at exactly the right place to cause a catastrophic seismic event. The immensely strong casing directs most of the blast in a specific direction. If you are familiar with the so-called bouncing bomb used on German dams by the British air force during the Second World War, the explosive effect of exact placing with the blast being held in place by a body of water or earth intensifies the effect of the blast. The British destroyed enormous concrete dams with a bomb that is miniscule in comparison with Shockwave.’ Khurtin said: ‘Even so, it seems outlandish, almost insane, that such an explosion can cause an earthquake. Are you certain about all this?’ Prem said: ‘Absolutely certain. America and New Zealand were experimenting with such procedures seventy years ago and technology has advanced by a quantum leap since then.’ Khurtin shrugged, unconvinced. Montrose said: ‘This chief engineer, Tsoy, who is the subject of perhaps the most massive manhunt in history, is clearly a major player in this Ocean Sunburst project. He was willing to murder his boss at Haye Land-Sea Gas to protect whatever he was up to. He is Russian by birth. Can we have your report on him, Mr Khurtin?’ ‘A full report is on the table in front of each of you and copies have obviously been sent

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 154 www.davidstedman.co.uk to all the police and intelligence agencies involved. Let me say that although Tsoy is legally Russian, he is ethnically of Korean and Mongoloid heritage. Many Koreans settled in the far east of the Russian empire many years ago. It is possible that, because of this racial affinity, he has gone rogue and is working for Korea and possibly China. As you will see in the report, he was trained as a geologist in Russia but has also worked in China. He is reported to be an exceptionally brilliant geologist.’ ‘He’s also not a bad shot,’ Wyatt said. Nobody smiled. ‘He is exceptionally elusive,’ Khurtin went on. ‘Our authorities have, err, interrogated his family but they do not know where he is. He is not married and, apart from a brother, mother and father, has no emotional ties in Russia. He could be anywhere.’ Montrose turned to Jazmin Isaacs. ‘You are very quiet but from your demeanour I sense you have something important to impart.’ ‘You are correct, Prime Minister. I am authorised by President Brady to say that, contin- gent on the outcome of this summit meeting, the United States is determined, if necessary, to go it alone.’ ‘What does that mean?’ Khurtin asked, almost hostile. ‘It means that we will give orders for all three of these Chinese ocean research vessels to be seized and searched. The President has already given orders for our two Pacific fleets to sail to the South China Sea. We also plan to denounce North Korea and China in the General Assembly of the United Nations. We hope our allies will join us but we will go it alone if necessary.’ There was a stunned silence. Eventually Montrose said: ‘If that is the case then there was hardly any point holding this summit.’ Linda looked at Wyatt. Then she said: ‘I don’t believe China is behind Ocean Sunburst.’ Jazmin Isaacs looked at Linda angrily. ‘What are you saying? How dare you? You are contradicting the President and our intelligence services.’ ‘I was assured by someone very close to the Chinese leadership, someone I trust completely, that China is not behind Ocean Sunburst, and I believe that person.’ Wyatt said: ‘I have been given the same assurance and I also believe it.’ ‘Of course you do,’ Isaacs said. ‘You’re her fucking husband. You have to support her!’ ‘Believe me, Miss Isaacs, in a matter of this importance I would not support my wife unless I believed it to be true. We still do not have definite proof that China is involved. Before we condemn China in the UN and send fleets to attack them, we should find proof that they are involved.’ ‘You want proof,’ Isaacs said. ‘Here it is. She picked up her briefcase and took out several copies of a report. She handed them around. ‘This is an analysis carried out by the US

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 155 www.davidstedman.co.uk Navy. It shows that one of the Chinese research vessels is being “shadowed” by a submarine. That’s how China has evaded our marine sensor arrays. The sound of the surface vessel has been baffling the sound of their submarine, which has been no doubt planting these Shockwave devices.’ The announcement caused a flurry of excitement. Prem asked: ‘Have you been able to track this submarine to a home port?’ ‘No, because we have been working from these previous scans.’ ‘Then it need not have been a Chinese submarine.’ ‘It must have been! Ocean research vessels use sonar. They would have known a submarine was underneath their ship. It must have been collusion.’ ‘Do you know where this submarine is located now?’ ‘No.’ Prem nodded. ‘Now that we understand what we are looking for, I think India might be able to locate this rogue submarine.’

48 Elbow Beach, Bermuda, June 3rd Christopher Wyatt delighted in the feel of the warm white sand on his back. He ran his hands through the sand and let the delicate grains run through his fingers. The hot sun was tempered by the sea breeze. The blue sea murmured and lapped gently. Wyatt thrust aside memories of the tsunami in Hawaii. It was impossible to perceive a threat in this paradise. He turned his head to look at Linda Marquez. Her eyes were closed. She looked serene, fantasti- cally beautiful in her red bikini. Wyatt, for the millionth time, congratulated himself for being married to such a woman. He took a sip of his Harvey Wallbanger and said: ‘Remind me to thank the Prime Minister for making us attend that summit meeting. Isn’t this the most beautiful place you’ve ever seen?’ ‘Uh, uh,’ Linda murmured, without opening her eyes. ‘Apart from Florida.’ ‘Do you mean the Marquez orange groves?’ ‘Yes. It’s home. Isn’t home more beautiful than anywhere else on earth?’ ‘You forget that my home was north London. I could hardly describe that as more beautiful than anywhere else on earth.’ Linda smiled. ‘Ah, but now you’ve moved up in the world. Your home is now Islington.’ ‘You’re wrong, Linda. My home is wherever you are.’ Linda opened her eyes and turned to look at him. ‘That could be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me. Shall we go back to the hotel?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 156 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘That’s the best idea you’ve had all day.’ Linda’s cell phone rang. She looked at Wyatt and said: ‘That’s the secure phone. That can only be Prem.’ Wyatt sat up and looked up and down the beach. ‘There’s no-one near enough to hear. I suppose you’d better answer it. Prem knows we decided to take a vacation here. He wouldn’t ring us unless it was vital.’ ‘You’re right, dammit.’ Linda reached into her bag and took out the cell phone. ‘Hello, Prem,’ she said as his face appeared on the screen. ‘Hello, Linda. I apologise for disturbing your well-earned holiday but something has come up about Ocean Sunburst. I’m going to ask you to cut short your holiday. I can see from your expression that my call is not welcome.’ ‘You are always welcome, Prem, but is it truly necessary to abandon our break? We are having such a peaceful time.’ ‘I would not ask unless it was vital. You two are the only people I can trust to investigate the situation that has arisen.’ Wyatt said: ‘Let me talk to him.’ Linda handed over the phone. ‘Hello, Prem. Is this really vital? After the summit meeting every intelligence agency, police force and military unit in the free world is dedicated to solving the Ocean Sunburst problem. Are we really necessary?’ ‘After all we’ve been through, Christopher, do you believe that I would ask this of you if there was any alternative. I need Trident?’ Wyatt nodded. ‘You’re right, Prem. I’m sorry if I sounded irritable.’ ‘I well understand, my friend. I can see the sea and the sand and that drink by your side. I, too, would be irritated.’ ‘What do you want us to do?’ ‘I must ask you to accompany me to somewhere a lot colder than where you are now.’

49 MV Ranchi, Barents Sea, June 12th Premendra Dhawan entered the crew mess, a dingy space with cream-coloured steel walls and cheap formica chairs and tables. Sitting around one of the tables was Linda, Shan, Mary, Rakesh and Wyatt. Prem asked: ‘Have the crew members been sent out?’ ‘Yes.’ Wyatt replied. ‘I’ve checked thoroughly. We’re alone.’ Prem sat down with the others. He asked Linda: ‘How have our colleagues reacted?’ Linda could not help smiling. ‘Rakesh is angry, Mary is tense and hostile, Shan is grumpy and nervous.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 157 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘I am not nervous,’ Shan protested. ‘I want to know what the hell we are doing here.’ ‘And I am not tense,’ Mary said, ‘but I too would like to know why we have been flown out by helicopter to a fake container ship in the middle of nowhere with no explanation.’ ‘The explanation is security,’ Prem said. Rakesh said: ‘So you don’t even trust me? I am your son!’ ‘It was for your own protection. When it comes to this operation I do not trust anyone. I do not trust my own Prime Minister, or the British Prime Minister and certainly not the Presi- dent of the United States. What we are about to do must be as secret as can be.’ Rakesh said: ‘Linda and Christopher obviously know why we are here. You trust them above me?’ ‘In such a situation, yes, because they have proved their trustworthiness more than once, and in the most extreme circumstances. I could not risk that you, Mary or Shan could betray the operation, either knowingly or inadvertently. Calm down, Rakesh.’ ‘You think one of us might be a traitor?’ When Prem did not reply Rakesh snorted with disgust. Shan said: ‘I couldn’t help noticing that the helicopter is now disguised with fake con- tainers so obviously this little cruise does not have official authorisation.’ ‘It must have authorisation from the government of India,’ Rakesh said. Prem looked down at the mess table and said nothing. ‘I can feel my air force career disappearing in front of me,’ Rakesh said sadly. ‘I have flown an illicit helicopter out to an illicit ship for a no doubt illicit purpose. I’m glad that Linda and Christopher find this amusing.’ ‘Relax,’ Wyatt said. ‘I’m the only one who’s going to be doing anything illicit. Or dangerous.’ Mary said: ‘Mr Dhawan, can you at least tell us where we are?’ ‘Yes, we are sailing through the Barents Sea.’ ‘Barents Sea?’ Shan said. ‘We are way up north?’ ‘Yes. You may remember that I once told you that India has developed a system called AAL, which stands for Atmospheric Laser Lens. It has recently been refined with the use of a supercomputer to show minute perturbations on the surface of the sea caused by the passage of both surface ships and submarines. The recent discovery by the Americans that the Chinese ocean research vessels were being tracked, or “shadowed”, by a submarine led us to re-exam- ine the recorded paths of the research vessels. We found evidence of the path of the shadowing submarine and tracked it to what must be its home port.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 158 www.davidstedman.co.uk Mary said: ‘Somewhere in China, I’ll bet.’ ‘You would lose the bet,’ Prem said, ‘because the submarine is berthed in Novaya Zem- lya.’ Shan said: ‘But that’s a Russian island. It’s off the north of Russia. It’s the home port of many Russian warships.’ ‘Bingo,’ Wyatt said. ‘The Russians, mainly thanks to me and my “friendship” with Pres- ident Gennady Osipenkov, have been playing us for fools and pinning the blame for everything on China and North Korea.’ Shan said: ‘North Korea must be involved somehow. I’ve listened to the British intelligence recordings of their conversations. That’s how we stumbled on Ocean Sunburst.’ Linda looked at Wyatt and said: ‘We can accept that North Korea is involved but we had assurances, from a reliable and unimpeachable source inside China, that China was not responsible for Ocean Sunburst. We believe that the Russians are involved in some sort of double-cross. Instead of being the champion of liberty, enlightenment and democracy that Osipenkov purports to be, he is another ruthless Russian tyrant.’ ‘If this is the case,’ Rakesh said, ‘then what are we doing here? Taking on the entire Russian navy by ourselves?’ ‘In a way, yes,’ Prem said. ‘I hardly need to tell you that Russia is still a superpower, a nuclear power, with huge military capability. The West cannot invade, diplomacy would almost certainly yield nothing but denials, and what we need is definitive proof that Russia is responsible for Ocean Sunburst.’ Shan asked: ‘So what are we here to do?’ ‘You are here is case we need your expertise in mining techniques and geology and so on. Mary is here for her medical expertise. Rakesh is here to fly the helicopter, as he has already. Linda is here to support me with operating the necessary technology and I am here to oversee and mastermind the entire operation.’ Prem smiled. ‘And what is Sergeant Wyatt here for?’ Mary asked. ‘Ah, Christopher,’ Prem said. ‘He is going to be our eyes and ears into the very heart of darkness.’

50 Ushakov Naval Base, Ushakov Inlet, Novaya Zemlya, June 14th Christopher Wyatt watched through the windscreen as the wave tops flashed past beneath him. They looked to be only centimetres away. Wyatt was not sure whether it was the low altitude or the impending mission that was setting his nerves jangling. He said: ‘Rakesh, if you fly this helicopter much lower we won’t have to find a submarine. We’ll be a submarine. I can’t see a damn thing in front of us and if it wasn’t for the moonlight I couldn’t see anything.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 159 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘ Rakesh chuckled at Wyatt’s discomfiture. ‘Don’t worry, sergeant. The radar is keeping us above the surface. If you hear a sudden loud beeping then that is the time to worry. Russian radar cannot detect us coming at this low height.’ ‘But we want them to know we are coming.’ ‘No, we want them to know when we arrive, otherwise they might deploy anti-aircraft fire. Christopher, you realise that what you are planning to do is insane?’ ‘You’ve made that abundantly clear, Rakesh, and as I keep saying, where is the best place to hide a tree . . .?’ ‘Yes, in a forest, but we are not sure what sort of forest this is. According to records this base was disused and abandoned during the nineteen fifties. As far as we can tell from our spying missions there is hardly anything here. You might stand out like the proverbial sore thumb. If they catch you, you will spend the rest of your days in a gulag.’ ‘That will be a break from Linda.’ ‘I heard that,’ Linda said through Wyatt’s earpiece. The mission was being monitored from the container ship. Prem’s voice came in through the earpiece. ‘The base is only three miles ahead. The camera is working. I can see the cockpit. Now fasten your wet suit and prepare to make the drop.’ ‘I’m prepared,’ Wyatt said, ‘if your son can manage to keep us above water.’ Linda spoke again. ‘No heroics, Chris. Try not to get caught.’ ‘Thank you, darling. How long did it take you to teach your grandmother to suck eggs?’ Linda laughed. ‘It’s just that I’m aware of your penchant for being macho. I want you back, undamaged.’ ‘I hear you, Captain.’ Prem said: ‘You should be able to see the lights of the base at any moment.’ The helicopter flashed over a small island. Rakesh said: ‘I see the lights ahead. There’s only a couple of dim lights. There can’t be much of a base here.’ To Wyatt he said: ‘I’ll fly in as close as I can. Are you ready?’ Wyatt nodded and adjusted his breathing apparatus. Rakesh said: ‘This place is very isolated so they won’t be expecting a visit from a chopper in the middle of the night. We don’t know what sort of air defences, if any, they have installed here. I’m switching on the searchlights.’ Rakesh flicked a switch and two beams of light, blinding to anyone watching from the base, lit up the inlet.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 160 www.davidstedman.co.uk Rakesh slowed the helicopter to a hover. Wyatt opened his door and leapt into the sea. Rakesh waited for a few seconds to allow Wyatt to move out of sight, then he made several passes, lights full on, as low as he dare. He switched off the searchlights and banked around, heading for the designated pick-up site. Wyatt spoke into his earpiece mic. ‘Can you hear me?’ ‘Yes, we hear you,’ Prem said. ‘I’m swimming off to the side of the base looking for the best place to come ashore. Hell, the chopper has certainly woken everybody up. I can hear sirens, banks of arc lights have been switched on and people are running out of the outbuildings. This place is much bigger than I expected. It’s like a small town. The submarine base itself looks old and dilapidated, enormous concrete pens with arcade shaped entrances, three of them, built into the side of a hill. I don’t think there are any permanent guards, I can’t see any uniforms.’ Prem said: ‘If this base is as ultra-secret as we suspect it is then personnel will probably be kept to a minimum. Knowing the Russian fondness for vodka they might have just awoken from a drunken slumber.’ ‘I hope you’re right,’ Wyatt said. ‘It’s bloody cold. Good job it’s June or this little swim would be almost impossible. I can see a possible landing site. There’s a strip of sand, some big rocks and some vegetation. I’m heading for that. Re-contact in a few minutes.’ ‘You should have taken your bucket and spade,’ Linda said. Wyatt waded out of the sea and concealed himself behind boulders. ‘I’m going to check out the base through my night glasses. Give me a minute.’ After a few seconds he said: ‘Damn, I’ve picked the wrong side. There are some outbuildings between me and the base. There’s a generator going. They’re big square concrete blocks, probably where the personnel live. I’m moving closer. It’s getting worse. There’s a chain link fence all around the buildings and it’s like a funnel leading to the submarines.’ ‘Can you swim around it?’ Linda said. ‘No point. There’s huge metal gates protecting the seaward side of the submarine pens. Besides that would give me away. I’ll have to get in through the funnel. That means using the metal cutters.’ ‘Wait,’ Prem said. ‘It could be electrified or wired to give a warning of a breach.’ ‘I’ll have to take a chance. I can’t get over it, and it’s built too well to go under. I’m going to touch the links with the metal cutters and see what happens.’ Before Linda or Prem could protest, Wyatt touched the fence with the tip of the metal shears. ‘It’s not electrified. I’ll try cutting a link and see what happens.’ Wyatt inserted the jaws of the metal cutter and snipped one of the links. Then he waited. ‘Still quiet. I’m going in.’ Wyatt spent the next twenty minutes cutting a hole large enough for him to squeeze through. ‘Okay,’ he said. ‘I’ve discarded the wetsuit. I hope the disguise works. I’m through

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 161 www.davidstedman.co.uk and I’m heading for the pens. There are people running around everywhere. I’m not going to talk until I’m past those outbuildings.’ ‘Very well,’ Linda said. ‘We can see where you’re going from the pendant camera.’ Wyatt walked past the concrete outbuildings as quickly he could. He was wearing a Russian navy jersey over jeans, clutching a bottle of vodka and waving a pistol. Several Rus- sians said something to him but he replied in a few learnt Russian phrases and pretended to be drunk. As he neared the cavernous concrete vaults housing the submarine he prayed that the gates, if there were any, would not be closed. The first two pens were empty. Wyatt rounded a stack of oil drums and there, in the third pen, was the looming bulk of a submarine. He looked around. No-one was near enough to hear so he said: ‘Are you getting the feed. Can you see it? I can’t believe the sub is unguarded. It’s much bigger than I expected.’ ‘Roger,’ Prem said. ‘We’re getting pretty good pictures. Get as close as you can. Get underneath if possible.’ The vessel had been raised on a gigantic hydraulic lift set in the bottom of the dock. ‘I’ll try,’ Wyatt said. The submarine was pointing bow first. It was like a great bulbous nose. ‘Do you see those four doors or vents in the bow? What are they, torpedo tubes?’ ‘We see them,’ Prem said. ‘I don’t think they’re torpedo tubes. Try to get to the stern, get a look at the propulsion system.’ Wyatt walked along the side of the submarine pretending to search for interlopers while trying to film as much as he could with the camera set in the pendant around his neck. The pistol he was carrying was a working pistol but could also take infra-red photographs. Wyatt arrived at the conning tower, a great black wedge towering above him. He stepped back to get a better shot of the conning tower. He carried on to the stern of the vessel. ‘There’s no propellers,’ he whispered. ‘Just as I expected,’ Prem said. ‘Try to feel the hull. Is it black paint or does it feel like something else?’ Wyatt leaned on the submarine and pretended to be searching down in the hydraulic lift. ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘it’s soft, almost warm, like rubber or felt or something.’ ‘It’s a stealth submarine,’ Prem said. ‘It had to be. Can you get underneath? If this sub is launching or planting Shockwave weapons it would make sense to have doors or hatches underneath.’ Wyatt saw steps leading down to the bottom of the pit. He made sure he was not being watched and climbed down. He crouched and crept into the forest of levers supporting the submarine. ‘I can see doors,’ he whispered. ‘There are three sets, like the bomb doors on an aircraft.’ ‘Yes, we can just make them out,’ Prem said.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 162 www.davidstedman.co.uk Linda’s voice: ‘Chris, get out of the pit and get out of there. We’ve got enough to prove we’re right.’ Before Wyatt could answer, a squad of armed guards, in Russian naval uniform, marched into the pen and surrounded the submarine. Wyatt was trapped. He leaned back into the shad- ows and considered what to do. After a few minutes he crept towards the stern of the submarine and, as he had hoped, saw that there were no guards stationed on the port side where there was little space. He climbed up the arms of the hydraulic lift and cautiously looked out. He could see a door, the last in a row of doors, on the far side of the pen. The route was well shadowed. He decided it was the only way to get out without being captured. He waited until the guards were distracted by an officer barking orders. Wyatt made his run. He was intensely relieved to find the door unlocked. He slid through and silently closed the door. Wyatt took out his torch. He was in a small room that stored cleaning materials. There was another door on the other side of the room. He said: ‘I’m in a broom closet. I’m going through that door to find a way out, if I can.’ He opened the door and was amazed to find a well-lit corridor, with a tiled floor, along the whole length of the submarine pen. He whispered: ‘I’m going to look through these doors along here. I might find more evidence.’ ‘No,’ Prem said urgently. ‘Linda’s right. We’ve seen enough. Try to get out safely and get to the rendezvous with Rakesh.’ ‘Don’t worry, I’ve still got my props. If I’m seen I’ll act the drunk but dutiful Russian sailor searching for my nation’s enemies.’ Linda sighed: ‘He’s being macho again.’ ‘I’ll be quick.’ Wyatt walked to the first door. He pointed the pendant at the sign on the door. ‘Anyone know what this means? It says: “komp’yuternaya komnata”.’ Shan’s voice in the background said: ‘It means computer room.’ ‘Oh, I’ve got to see what’s in here.’ ‘No,’ Linda said. ‘Just get out and get safe.’ Wyatt ignored her and tried the door. It was unlocked. Wyatt slipped in. He was stunned to find a huge room filled with rows of tall black cabinets emitting blue light. The room was air conditioned and hummed with a low vibration. Wyatt said: ‘What the hell is this?’ Prem said: ‘That is a supercomputer. That’s what they need to calculate where to place the Shockwave weapons for maximum destructive effect. Christopher, get out now.’ This time Wyatt took the advice. He started down the corridor but heard approaching footsteps. He tried another door. It was locked. He moved to the next one. To his relief it was unlocked. He went in just as whoever was approaching came into view. He was in a large storeroom mainly filled with spare engineering parts. There were sturdy metal racks on the walls. There were ten racks, each containing a device that looked like a greatly enlarged ver-

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 163 www.davidstedman.co.uk sion of the Shockwave weapon captured in Venice. ‘Bingo,’ Wyatt breathed. He filmed the weapons from as many angles as he could. He did not hear the door open behind him. A voice said: ‘Chto ty zdes’ delayesh’? Wyatt turned. A Russian naval officer, of senior captain rank, was pointing a pistol. Through his earpiece Wyatt heard Shan saying: ‘I think he asked what you are doing.’ Wyatt pretended to sway and waved the bottle of vodka as if drunk. He said, as he had learnt: ‘I am Lithuanian. I no speak Russian.’ Shan attempted to translate as the officer spoke. ‘I don’t recognise you. Put down the gun and the bottle. Let’s find out who you are.’ Wyatt could not fire without arousing suspicion from the guards in the submarine pen. He put the pistol in his pocket and lurched towards the officer as if offering him a drink. ‘Put the bottle down,’ the officer said. Wyatt threw the bottle at the officer’s face. Startled, the officer stepped back. Wyatt lunged to grab the officer’s gun arm. He wrenched the pistol away and attempted to throw the officer on to the hard concrete floor but he wriggled himself away. Wyatt could hear people outside the door shouting urgently. Wyatt charged the officer and hit him full force with his shoulder. The officer lurched backwards, lost his balance and crashed down, his head striking one of the metal racks with a sickening crack. Wyatt heard Shan gasp: ‘Oh, God, he’s killed him.’ Wyatt kneeled down and felt the officer’s pulse. ‘You’re right, Shan. I’m sorry.’ It was said as much to the dead officer as to Shan. Wyatt dragged the body to a hidden corner of the storeroom and began taking off the captain’s uniform. He said: ‘I’ll put on the uniform. This is my ticket out. They won’t stop and question a full captain. The poor bastard was only doing his duty.’ Prem said: ‘You were forced to do it. It was an accident. Now you really must get out.’ ‘I hear you, Prem. I’m getting out. Tell Rakesh to fire up the chopper. I’m sorry, guys. I’m so sorry.’

51 MV Ranchi, Arctic Sea, June 15th Premendra Dhawan knocked on the door of Linda and Wyatt’s cabin. Linda opened the door and said: ‘Hi, Prem. Come in. Judging by that laptop you’re carrying, this is more than a social visit.’ ‘I’m sorry to disturb you, especially after Christopher’s exertions, but I have some important developments to report. Is Christopher here?’ As Prem said it, Wyatt came out of the bathroom. Prem said: ‘You look terrible.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 164 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Thank you, Prem,’ Wyatt said. ‘I’m seasick. I never get seasick. Why did the ship turn around about two hours ago?’ ‘So you noticed the manoeuvre?’ ‘Prem, I trained with the Special Boat Service, and the turn was so sharp the vessel was leaning over. With a vessel as big as this, that’s noticeable. Why did we change course?’ ‘I ordered it to turn round.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Change of plan. Can I sit down?’ ‘Of course,’ Linda said. ‘Can I get you a drink? Chris is gulping single malt as if Scot- land is going to disappear.’ ‘A small dram sounds good,’ Prem said. He put down his laptop on the dining table. Linda said: ‘Chris is also racked with guilt, as well as sea sickness.’ ‘For what reason?’ ‘For killing that Russian officer,’ Wyatt said. ‘He was just an ordinary guy doing his duty.’ ‘His duty included serving a regime and a submarine that has caused enormous damage and threatens the lives of thousands of people.’ ‘Perhaps he didn’t know that. Perhaps he was married, perhaps with kids. Contrary to popular belief I abhor using violence.’ ‘It does you credit,’ Prem said, ‘but I remember telling you what Edmund Burke said, the theory that for evil to flourish it is only necessary that good men do nothing. You are one of the good guys, Christopher. Please do not torture yourself. Come on, let me show you what you have achieved.’ They sat down at the table and Prem opened his laptop. ‘Let me explain about the submarine. It is what is known as a stealth boat. The substance covering the hull is to deflect radar or sonar detection, that’s why it was almost invisible to normal methods of detection.’ Linda said: ‘But what about sound? That’s how subs are normally tracked, isn’t it?’ ‘Normally, yes, but this boat has no propellers. Note the inlets at the bow and that bulbous ribbon running along the hull to the outlets at the stern. I am certain that this vessel is powered by the so-called Stirling AIP system. This means the submarine does not have to surface for weeks on end. The Stirling engine, invented by a Scot during the nineteenth century, is silent and free from any vibration. Together with the stealth coating is makes the submarine almost invisible to detection. The seawater being forced into the bow inlets runs around the submarine to provide cooling to the engines and is forced out of the stern outlets to provide propulsion. It’s an extremely sophisticated and undetectable non-nuclear system. That’s how

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 165 www.davidstedman.co.uk this submarine could “shadow” those Chinese research vessels without being detected.’ ‘Very clever,’ Wyatt said. ‘From that look of anticipation on your face, Prem, you’ve found something else exciting.’ ‘You’re right,’ Prem said, with a smile. He switched the laptop to an enlarged photograph of a label that was attached to the side of one of the Shockwave weapons. It read: Em- barcadero, Rybaka Verf Magazin. Linda said: ‘I understand the word Embarcadero but what do the other words mean?’ Prem switched to another photograph. ‘Recognise this place?’ ‘Yes!’ Linda exclaimed. ‘We used to go there on vacation when I was a kid. I love it.’ ‘Now it has another claim to fame. It’s where Ocean Sunburst are storing their Shock- wave weapons.’ ‘Right under our noses,’ Linda said. ‘Why would they do that?’ ‘It’s a smart thing to do. I’ve ordered the ship to turn around so we can get there faster. This information has not been imparted to Shan or Mary or Rakesh. This is Trident only. The Russians will find the body of their officer and realise their security has been penetrated. We have to seize those weapons before they can be moved.’ Linda nodded. ‘This time President high-and-mighty Brady will have to listen to us.’

52 Fisherman’s Wharf, San Francisco, California, June 25th Jazmin Isaacs arrived at the hotel suite just after six in the morning. Christopher Wyatt let her in. Neither of them said “good morning”. Isaacs nodded at Linda Marquez and Premen- dra Dhawan. She set down her laptop and briefcase on the table by the window. She looked down at the vista below and said: ‘In about twenty minutes time there’s going to be one mother of a mess down there. I hope your information is correct.’ ‘It’s correct,’ Prem said. ‘The President ordered me to take personal command of this operation.’ She pointed out of the window. ‘Down there is one of the most popular tourist spots in America. If we cause all this disruption there will be hell to pay so the rewards had better be worth it.’ ‘Our information is correct,’ Prem repeated. ‘Your evidence certainly caused an earthquake in the White House and the Pentagon, never mind what these Shockwave devices can do. The fact that Russia is behind Ocean Sun- burst is a game changer, to put it mildly. I’m going to ask you again, how did you obtain this film and this proof?’ Prem said: ‘It was a special operation by Indian intelligence.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 166 www.davidstedman.co.uk Isaacs looked at Linda. ‘Is that the truth Captain Marquez? Remember that I represent the President.’ ‘It is the truth,’ Linda said. Wyatt said: ‘I still think we should take part in the search. Who understands better than us what we are looking for?’ ‘No,’ Isaacs said. ‘All personnel taking part, and there are hundreds, have been fully briefed about what to look for. We want to keep you out of it. You might be useful in the weeks to come. After we have acted today the Russians will know that their little scheme has been blown wide open, then we’ll have to act fast to stop whatever mayhem they have planned next, otherwise all this could degenerate into a full scale hot war.’ Wyatt said: ‘Prime Minister Montrose has appointed me liaison on this operation so please tell us what is going to happen.’ ‘Okay,’ Isaacs said. ‘Below us is the Fisherman’s Wharf area. It’s a large coastal area packed with tourist attractions, piers, boats, museums, markets, funfairs, just about everything the discerning visitor could desire. We are going to search every building, every boat, every nook and every cranny in the area.’ Isaacs brought up a map on her laptop. ‘Your information shows that the Shockwave devices are stored somewhere in the so-called Embarcadero area. That’s the road that runs all along the seafront from the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge down here, right up to the Maritime National Park up here. To be certain we are going to search inland as far as the appropriately named Russian Hill.’ ‘That’s a huge area,’ Prem said. ‘Are you sure that’s wise?’ ‘I think so. We want to seize those nasty Shockwave suckers. Our advantage is that such big devices cannot be moved or hidden in a hurry and we’re going to catch them by surprise. If we were hunting humans it would give them ample warning and opportunity to escape but we want those weapons before they can be used against us.’ ‘That makes sense,’ Wyatt said. ‘What’s going to happen?’ ‘As soon as I give the order to go ahead, the San Francisco police will seal off all roads leading into Fisherman’s Wharf. At the same time the Coast Guard and US Navy come in from the sea to prevent anyone or anything leaving by sea. The sailors will also help with the search. As soon as the area is secured, the army will truck in about nine hundred trained and armed personnel to make the main search. They have hundreds more on stand-by if necessary. We need to get this done in one day.’ Isaacs looked at the three of them and asked: ‘Are you totally sure about your information and happy to take responsibility for this search?’ ‘Yes, we are,’ Linda said. ‘Let’s do it.’ Isaacs shrugged. She took out her cell phone and punched a number. ‘Colonel Haley, Operation Trawler is an immediate go.’ Isaacs put the phone back in her briefcase. Within seconds, two helicopters roared over-

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 167 www.davidstedman.co.uk head and the blue flashing lights of police cars appeared. Within minutes fast Coast Guard cutters and navy launches came into view crossing the bay from seemingly nowhere. Isaacs picked up her laptop and briefcase and said: ‘I’m now going to our control centre to keep an eye on things. This hotel is heavily guarded. Please don’t attempt to leave or I’ll have you arrested.’ Wyatt said: ‘It’s always a pleasure to have your company, Miss Isaacs.’ ‘You’re smiling now, you Limey prick, but if we don’t find those Shockwave devices your ass will be grass and I’ll be the lawnmower.’ ‘What a quaint expression. Goodbye, Miss Isaacs.’ Wyatt closed the door and returned to the window. The three watched intently as more and more police cars arrived and then a convoy of army trucks, each one packed with soldiers, drove along the Embarcadero. Linda said: ‘We’ve really done it this time.’ Wyatt nodded. ‘Isaacs said my arse would be grass. At the moment it’s feeling like the entire pampas.’

At eight fifteen the next morning there was a knock on the door of the suite. A voice called: ‘Dad, its Rakesh, and Shan. Are you in there?’ Prem looked at Jazmin Isaacs and asked: ‘It’s my son, and a friend. Can they come in?’ Isaacs shrugged and said: ‘Why not? We’re finished here.’ Prem called: ‘Come in, Rakesh.’ The door opened and Rakesh stepped cautiously into the room. Shan Veronesi was behind him, peeping nervously. Rakesh looked at Christopher Wyatt and Linda Marquez. They were standing by the window. He said: ‘Dad, what is going on? There are soldiers everywhere, the police are guarding your room. It’s taken us hours to get permission to come here.’ He looked at Jazmin Isaacs. ‘Who are you?’ ‘Who am I?’ Isaacs said. ‘If you’re involved with these three, I’m your worst night- mare.’ ‘Why? What’s happened?’ Prem looked at Isaacs. Isaacs said: ‘Tell him what you like, Mr Dhawan. I’m sure my President will have plenty to say to your Prime Minister. I’ll see you three sometime later. In the meantime, don’t leave the hotel.’ Isaacs picked up her laptop and cell phone and walked out. Prem asked: ‘Shan? Rakesh? Why have you come here?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 168 www.davidstedman.co.uk Rakesh said: ‘We found out you were in San Francisco and decided to fly out to see you and make it a holiday. Some holiday.’ ‘How did you find out we were here?’ Rakesh looked embarrassed. ‘Have you planted a tracker on me, son?’ ‘Yes. You’ve been so secretive that we were worried. We wanted to find out what was going on. What is going on?’ ‘Where is Mary?’ Shan said: ‘She flew back to New Zealand for some urgent family business.’ ‘So you two decided to take a vacation together?’ ‘Yes,’ Rakesh answered defensively. ‘We understand each other better recently. We are getting on quite well.’ ‘I’m very glad to hear that,’ Prem said. ‘Would you like any tea, coffee, breakfast? We were about to have some. We’ve been up all night.’ ‘I’m not surprised,’ Shan said. ‘You all looked like hell boiled over.’ ‘Thanks a lot,’ Linda said. ‘First tell us what is going on,’ Rakesh said. Prem turned to Wyatt and Linda. ‘Might as well confess,’ Wyatt said. ‘The whole of San Francisco is up in arms about what’s been happening.’ Prem explained about the evidence found during the raid on the submarine pen in No- vaya Zemlya and that Shockwave weapons were being stored in San Francisco. ‘Hundreds of police, navy, army, Coast Guard, Customs, Homeland Security personnel have been searching the Embarcadero for almost a day. They have found nothing. Not the merest hint of Shock- wave devices.’ Shan said: ‘Why didn’t you tell me about this evidence? You still don’t trust me, do you?’ ‘You don’t trust me,’ Rakesh said. ‘I’m your son!’ Prem said: ‘When it comes to operations this important, the fewer people know then the more secure it is.’ Linda said: ‘We agreed with Prem. We are also to blame. When Isaacs reports to Presi- dent Brady that’s my career truly finished.’ ‘And my Prime Minister will have me locked up in the Tower when I get back to Lon- don,’ Wyatt said. ‘I promised him our information was rock solid and he encouraged President

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 169 www.davidstedman.co.uk Brady to authorise the search.’ Shan asked: ‘Can I see this evidence you found?’ ‘Why not?’ Prem sighed. ‘It doesn’t make any difference now.’ He opened his laptop and showed Shan the photographs taken in the submarine pen. ‘There you are. It says Embar- cadero, Rybaka Verf magazine, which means Embarcadero, Fisherman’s Wharf store.’ Shan nodded. ‘Where does it say San Francisco?’ ‘It doesn’t,’ Linda said, ‘but it’s obviously San Francisco. I used to come here on vacation with my folks. Where else is there an Embarcadero on Fisherman’s Wharf?’ ‘Umm, tricky,’ Shan said. ‘How about Macau?’

53 Fisherman’s Wharf, Macau, July 7th Christopher Wyatt watched the parade of fabric dragons pass by the street café and said: ‘This is, without doubt, the maddest place I’ve ever been to.’ Shan Veronesi said: ‘It seems mad because we’re here at the time of the Mid-Summer Festival, that’s why all these parades and pageants and processions are going on. Drink your coffee and enjoy the spectacle.’ ‘It’s not just that,’ Wyatt said. ‘It’s the architecture. We just saw a copy of the Colosseum in Rome and now we’re sitting at a café in a place that looks like New Orleans. Over there it’s more like Amsterdam and down that way there are Chinese Beefeaters standing outside the Tower of London. I feel like someone slipped LSD in my coffee.’ Linda Marquez studied her guide book. ‘All this construction is new. It was purpose-built a few years ago as a tourist attraction. It’s a “wonderful evocation of many of the great cities of the world”, all surrounded by hotels, conference centres and casinos, and brilliantly effective at concealing any trace of where the Shockwave weapons might be stored. Shan, are you sure this is the right Fisherman’s Wharf?’ ‘Of course I am!’ Shan replied vehemently. ‘There was the faint image of the flag of Macau on that label in the sub pen. If you had trusted me I would have recognised it and could have saved you that embarrassing debacle in San Francisco.’ ‘Embarrassing is the word,’ Linda nodded. ‘President Brady, as well as sacking me, wants me to pay for the cost of Operation Trawler. She knows my family is wealthy. She’s going after my parents as well. It was my fault, I suppose. When Prem told us that label translated as The Embarcadero on Fisherman’s Wharf I just assumed that it was San Francisco.’ Wyatt took her hand. ‘We all assumed that, Linda. We’re equally culpable.’ Shan said: ‘We’ve wasted several days looking for the Shockwaves and, if they are still being stored here, I can’t imagine a more awkward place to search for them, especially as we’re on our own without any help or official knowledge of what we are doing.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 170 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘I agree,’ Wyatt said. ‘I imagined Fisherman’s Wharf would be a row of warehouses or storehouses that would give us some clue as to what was going on but this is a mad muddled maze like some demented architect’s wet dream. And with all these celebrations going on it makes it harder.’ Linda said: ‘We have to assume that the Shockwave storehouse must be fairly large and near the quay. It would be difficult to transport things that large without being noticed.’ ‘We’ve spent days looking around the quay and harbour,’ Shan said, almost irritably. ‘Without being able to search inside these places what can we do? If only our respective governments would believe us and trust us.’ Linda said: ‘What if they did? What could they do? Macau is a domestically autono- mous region of China. To get permission to officially search the whole wharf, as we did in San Francisco, would be nigh on impossible.’ ‘Looks like we’re stumped,’ Wyatt said. ‘Another one of your trite cricket analogies,’ Linda said. ‘What’s next? We’re on a sticky wicket?’ Wyatt stared at Linda. ‘I’m sorry,’ Linda said. ‘This is just so frustrating. Anybody have any ideas?’ There was silence. ‘I hate to admit defeat,’ Wyatt said, ‘but I can’t think of anything else to do but go home and place the problem with our respective governments. What they do with it is up to them.’ Shan said: ‘But, in the meantime, hundreds, perhaps thousands, might die.’ ‘Have you any better idea?’ Wyatt asked. ‘No,’ Shan said morosely. ‘Let’s go home.’ Shan paid for the coffee and they stood up. Wyatt said: ‘Which way is the hotel? I’m lost in all this architectural madness.’ ‘If we walk back by the quay that will take us back,’ Shan said. They trudged back towards the harbour. The old warehouses, built by the Portuguese, were each painted in a different pastel shade. They led into a row of tall Dutch style houses with ornate gables, very like Amsterdam. ‘These are my favourites,’ Linda said to Wyatt as they arrived at a row of Venetian style buildings. ‘I loved Venice. Such elegance, such style. Chris, we must go back and enjoy it when all this Ocean Sunburst crap is over.’ She turned to say something to Shan but Shan had stopped, several metres back, and was looking at the doorway of one of the Portuguese warehouses. Linda called out: ‘Shan, are you coming?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 171 www.davidstedman.co.uk Shan looked around and beckoned them. ‘Come and look at these amazing colours.’ Linda and Wyatt looked at each other, puzzled. They walked back to where Shan was standing. The warehouse was painted in a vivid yellow colour. There were wide double doors at the front. Shan whispered: ‘Look at the wall, just to the left of the doors.’ Linda and Wyatt looked to see what Shan meant. Then Linda said: ‘My God, this must be it.’ Wyatt whispered: ‘Let’s just walk away casually and decide what to do.’ They walked to the end of the street, to a point overlooking the harbour, and pretended to be enjoying the view. ‘Could it be a mistake or a coincidence?’ Shan asked. ‘I don’t think so,’ Linda said. ‘I’ve seen enough of that damn stylised rose symbol. Why would anyone draw it in chalk on that wall except to guide someone or something to that par- ticular building?’ ‘We’ve got to get in there,’ Wyatt said. ‘We’re not armed,’ Linda said. ‘We don’t know who or what might be in there. If it’s the Shockwave devices it will be heavily guarded.’ ‘We have to take this chance,’ Wyatt said. ‘This quay front is pedestrianised so there must be a service road for deliveries around the back. I’ll see if I can get in from the rear. If it’s guarded and I get captured, or worse, that will tell you that we’ve found the right place and you can alert the authorities.’ ‘Not likely, mister,’ Linda said. ‘I’m coming in with you.’ ‘That’s not a great strategy, Linda. You have to stay free and alive to warn the world.’ ‘Very noble, Chris, but I don’t want to be free and alive if you’re not.’ ‘That’s a lovely sentiment, Linda, but please leave this to me for the time being.’ Linda hesitated but then said: ‘Okay, go.’ Wyatt strolled back down the quay. The women watched until he turned a corner towards the back of the warehouses. Linda was seized with fear for her husband’s safety but within minutes he returned. He shook his head as he walked towards them. ‘The back entrance is guarded by metal gates, metal doors and barred windows. Without weapons and special equipment there is no way we could get in.’ There was silence for a few seconds and then Shan said: ‘Why don’t we just knock the door and see who answers?’ ‘I don’t understand,’ Wyatt said. ‘What would that achieve?’ ‘Linda and I can knock the door and if anyone replies we can judge whether they are

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 172 www.davidstedman.co.uk suspicious, wary or whatever.’ ‘You could also end up dead.’ ‘What, like they’re going to shoot two women in broad daylight with tourists milling about all over the place?’ Linda said: ‘Shan makes sense. If they are hiding Shockwave devices in there, what are they going to do? The worst that can happen is to tell us to go away. They are not going to shoot us and bring down a convoy of squad cars on their necks.’ Wyatt nodded. ‘Okay, let’s try it.’ They walked back to the warehouse. Wyatt said: ‘I’ll stand back out of sight while you two knock.’ ‘Very gallant,’ Linda said. ‘They’re much less likely to shoot at two attractive women.’ Shan said: ‘Under the circumstances it’s nice to get a compliment.’ ‘Take ‘em when you can get ‘em.’ Linda agreed. ‘You knock the door.’ Shan rapped on the door with her knuckles. They waited for several moments but there was no response. Shan knocked again, harder. Another wait and still no response. Shan knocked again, loudly and persistently. There was no response. ‘That’s it,’ Wyatt said. ‘All we can do now is go to the Macau authorities and hope they listen.’ Shan, in an excited tone, said: ‘It’s open. I just pushed on this door and it’s open.’ Wyatt said: ‘Let me go in first.’ He opened the door a further few centimetres and peered inside. There was a large space with the ceiling supported by several plain iron columns. The floor was tiled and there was an iron stairway on the right hand wall. Wyatt said. ‘No sign of life. It looks deserted. I can’t see any Shockwave weapons.’ ‘Should we go in?’ Linda said. ‘I wish we had weapons,’ Wyatt said. ‘I’ve got a Taser gun,’ Shan said. ‘Well, that’s something,’ Wyatt said. ‘Give it to me and I’ll go upstairs and see if anyone’s at home. You watch the door.’ Wyatt returned several minutes later. ‘Nobody at home, no furniture anywhere. The place is deserted apart from this sealed off room on the left. Come in and have a look.’ Shan and Linda followed Wyatt through a plain wooden door into a large room with cheap panelling walls. The only furnishing was Venetian blinds on the windows, which were

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 173 www.davidstedman.co.uk closed. Against two walls were steel racks. ‘Look familiar?’ Wyatt asked. Linda said: ‘The same sort of racks that held the Shockwave devices in the sub pen. This must be the store but they’ve all gone. We’re too late.’ Shan said: ‘What an odd place to store such weapons. Where have they gone and what are they going to be used for?’ A voice said: ‘All good questions, Miss Veronesi.’ They turned to see a figure in the doorway pointing a revolver. ‘Shit,’ Wyatt said. ‘I took my eye off the ball.’ The man said: ‘The whole world has taken its eye off the ball. That’s why it’s come to this?’ ‘Who are you?’ Linda asked. It was Shan, with commendable calmness, who replied: ‘This is Tsoy, the chief engineer of Haye Sea-Land Gas who murdered Mr Tam. Mr Tsoy, you look terrible. There’s no need for further bloodshed.’ Tsoy was unshaven, his eyes bloodshot, and he stank of vodka. He swayed as he replied. ‘Tell that to the Russians. I’m sorry I had to shoot Tam. I’m sorry you had to see it. He took me by surprise. I have been tortured by what I had to do ever since. If I had not killed him the Russians would have killed me.’ ‘You mean Osipenkov?’ Wyatt asked. ‘Yes, he must be behind all this.’ ‘Then I wish I hadn’t saved his life in London.’ ‘Who are you?’ Tsoy asked. ‘My name is Sergeant Christopher Wyatt. I am with the Metropolitan Police in London.’ ‘And you?’ ‘Captain Linda Marquez of the United States Secret Service.’ ‘Miss Veronesi I have met before of course. What are you all doing here?’ Shan said: ‘Looking for the Shockwave weapons and trying to stop a global catastrophe called Ocean Sunburst. Why don’t you help us? You’ve been betrayed. You help us and we can protect you from the Russians. Put the gun down and let’s talk.’ ‘No, I need the gun. Why should I trust you to help me?’ Linda said: ‘For the benefit of the world and for the benefit of you and us. President Brady wants me in prison. You could help me avoid that.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 174 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘So you have upset that bitch in the White House. What do you want to know?’ ‘Where are the Shockwave devices?’ ‘The Russians have taken them. The discovery of a body in their submarine pen and that failed search in San Francisco alerted them and gave them ample time to collect the Shock- waves and take the last ones to their destinations.’ Wyatt asked: ‘What are their destinations?’ ‘Various locations around the world. They’ve been planted to detonate simultaneously and cause earthquakes, tsunamis and volcanic eruptions in countries supposedly hostile to Russia. Thousands are going to die. The emergency services will be overwhelmed. The destruction and chaos will cost billions of dollars to repair. I was duped into helping, you have to believe that.’ ‘When is this simultaneous event going to happen?’ Shan asked. ‘Within days.’ ‘Days,’ Linda said. ‘Hardly any time to stop it.’ Tsoy waved the revolver frantically. ‘You can’t stop it! How can you find and disarm fifteen or twenty Shockwave weapons. Osipenkov and his gang have already disappeared, God knows where. He will send radio signals through a satellite to detonate the bombs and the so- called free world will be engulfed.’ ‘That’s insane,’ Linda said. ‘What do the Russians hope to achieve except bring massive retribution on themselves?’ Tsoy shrugged. ‘I don’t know. It is insane but it’s going to happen.’ Linda shook her head. ‘It cannot cripple or destroy any country, especially the States.’ ‘Can you tell us anything about where Osipenkov might be?’ Wyatt asked. ‘No. I thought you were his hit squad come to finish me off. I was hiding upstairs.’ ‘I must be losing my touch,’ Wyatt said ruefully. ‘Don’t berate yourself, sergeant. The hiding places were very carefully hidden.’ Linda said: ‘Come with us. We’ll protect you and our intelligence services can debrief you and we can stop this madness, or at least some of it.’ Tsoy shook his head. Shan said: ‘Have you any idea where these Shockwaves have been planted? We could try to disarm some of them, if not all.’ ‘It’s too late,’ Tsoy said, almost screaming. ‘Don’t you see? They’ve targeted the west coast of America for maximum damage. California will be a wasteland, the west coast of South

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 175 www.davidstedman.co.uk America as well. They are aiming for Japan, China as far as India. There will be tsunamis that will engulf entire coastal cities. In Europe Venice will be destroyed and many parts of Greece and even Istanbul will be ruined. They’re all on major fault lines. They are also targeting the eastern seaboard of Russia.’ ‘Russia!’ Wyatt exclaimed. ‘That’s their own country. Why would they want to do that?’ ‘I don’t know. It’s mad. They are mad, and they tricked me into the madness.’ ‘You can make amends,’ Linda said. ‘Come with us and help us to stop the madness.’ Tsoy did not reply. Then he said: ‘Time to go. You three get out.’ He waved the revolver to indicate they should leave. ‘Are you coming with us?’ Linda asked. ‘I’ll follow,’ Tsoy said. Wyatt, Shan and Linda walked warily past the revolver and out the door. The door slammed behind them and they heard it being locked. Wyatt shouted: ‘No, Tsoy, don’t do it! We’ll help you.’ The revolver fired, followed by the sound of a body slumping to the floor. Wyatt shoulder charged the flimsy door. It burst open. Wyatt immediately shut the door again. ‘Don’t look,’ he said. ‘Tsoy can’t help us, or anyone, anymore.’ Shan was weeping. ‘This is my fault. This is crazy.’ Linda put her arms around Shan. ‘It’s not your fault. You were the first one to understand and try to stop this horror. Now we have to decide what to do.’ Wyatt said: ‘Let’s get out of here before the police arrive. We have to tell Prem what is being planned. We have to stop it and we have to act fast.’

54 No. 95, East Road, Uttam Nagar, New Delhi, July 15th Premendra Dhawan gazed out of the window of the safe house and said: ‘This is far worse than anything we could have imagined. A simultaneous detonation of anything up to twenty nuclear weapons that would cause massive destruction by earthquake and tsunami. The world economy would be disrupted for many years, not to mention the pain and suffering and psychological damage that would ensue. Osipenkov must have gone insane.’ Wyatt said: ‘He appeared sane enough when I met him in London.’ Linda said: ‘Psychopaths have that ability to act normal while plotting the most heinous crimes. We’ve seen it ourselves, several times.’ ‘Indeed we have,’ Prem said. ‘The question is what to do about this situation. Why did you two ask to meet me here without Rakesh, Mary and Shan?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 176 www.davidstedman.co.uk Linda said: ‘We are still Trident, Prem. We thought it best to talk to you and make some decisions without anyone knowing until we want them to know.’ ‘You still don’t trust them?’ Prem asked. ‘I have to trust Rakesh. He is my son.’ ‘It’s for his own protection,’ Wyatt said. ‘How is his relationship with Mary?’

Prem shrugged. ‘They are still close. Don’t you trust Mary? Why would she give us all of her grandmother’s information about Project Seal if she was opposed to us?’ ‘A good question,’ Linda said. ‘Does Rakesh still mistrust Shan?’ ‘I’m not sure,’ Prem said. ‘He speaks of her more warmly since she saved his life during the Phuket earthquake.’ ‘Anyway,’ Linda said briskly, ‘we three trust each other completely, so how are we going to handle this information about Ocean Sunburst?’ ‘You mean are we going to inform our heads of government and intelligence services?’ ‘Exactly,’ Linda said. ‘I’m not best friends with President Brady and I think she would regard my involvement with suspicion.’ Wyatt said: ‘Prime Minister Montrose ordered me not to upset China and the fact that I have just been rooting around in Macau won’t endear me to him either.’ ‘And I am the head of Indian intelligence and perfectly entitled to act as I see fit. The truth is we do not have time to involve the bureaucracy of government. We have three days in which to act.’ ‘Three days?’ Wyatt exclaimed. ‘How have you worked that out?’ Prem said: ‘Since you contacted me after your find in Macau I’ve had my team working on the whereabouts of President Osipenkov. The latest general location put him in Kazakhstan on a goodwill visit. He has good relations with the loathsome president of Kazakhstan. We have pinpointed his exact location.’ ‘Really?’ Linda said. ‘How did you do that?’ ‘Easily,’ Prem said. ‘The President of Russia cannot disappear completely without arousing suspicion and there has to be frequent electronic communication between him and Moscow, more than enough to establish where he is at any given moment. As I keep telling you, any electronic form of communication in this modern world is totally unsecure.’ ‘So where is he?’ Wyatt asked. Prem opened his laptop and showed them the screen. ‘We sent a surveillance drone to get a picture of where Osipenkov is staying. Here.’ ‘It looks like some sort of hunting lodge in the mountains somewhere,’ Wyatt said. ‘That’s almost exactly correct,’ Prem said. ‘It’s in the Tian Shan mountain range in southern Kazakhstan, near the border with China. It’s in about as a remote inland location as you can get in the world, well protected from any possible earthquake, tsunami and volcanic

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 177 www.davidstedman.co.uk activity. We believe Osipenkov must be holed up in there.’ ‘If he is,’ Wyatt said, ‘it looks almost impossible to get to him by any military means.’ ‘You’re right,’ Prem said. ‘We could take him out from the air or by one of our “special” satellites but it would probably still detonate the Shockwave weapons. We also believe that he is holding hostages, including Mohana.’ Linda said: ‘So that was the ultimate purpose in taking her, and the others.’ ‘It looks like it. Any all-out assault from above would achieve what Osipenkov wants and kill the hostages as well.’ ‘A land assault would be impossible. The lodge is too far high up in the snow zone. There are no roads. Any attack by helicopter would be seen coming miles away. There’s almost certainly anti-aircraft capability. You can see two huts either side of the lodge. They would be perfect sites for anti-aircraft batteries.’ ‘It looks impossible,’ Wyatt said. ‘Why did you say we only have three days?’ ‘If Tsoy is to be believed, which we have to, Osipenkov plans to detonate the Shock- waves simultaneously using radio signals to satellites. He can do that only when there are enough satellites aligned to transmit the signals all around the globe. That occurs in three days’ time.’ There was silence. Linda said: ‘So informing our governments wouldn’t be able to stop him. There’s not enough time.’ ‘I suppose he could be threatened with sanctions and vast retaliation but I suspect a man this crazy would not listen. He has to be stopped but I can’t see how.’ Wyatt was scrolling through the film footage obtained from the surveillance drone. He did not speak for several minutes. Eventually Prem asked: ‘What do you think?’ ‘It’s a very long shot,’ Wyatt said, ‘but I think I can see a way to stop Osipenkov.’

55 Central Tian Shan Mountain Range, Kazakhstan, July 18th Christopher Wyatt ordered Shan Veronesi to wait while he climbed to the summit. He looked around at the circle of huge jagged snow-capped peaks surrounding his position. He settled himself face down in the snow and scanned the downward slope with binoculars. He felt a surge of apprehension as he surveyed the steep descent to the target some ten thousand feet below. He decided that this was not one of his best plans, especially the decision to allow Shan to accompany him, but she had vehemently insisted, claiming she was a strong and experienced skier, and Wyatt accepted that her help could be vital, if her nerve held up. And his. The long arduous climb to this point had exhausted him more than he would admit. At least the downhill run would be faster. Incredibly fast.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 178 www.davidstedman.co.uk Wyatt crawled back down. Shan was sitting in the snow. She was breathing heavily. She said through her helmet mic: ‘Thank goodness for the oxygen mask. Even though the chopper dropped us off it was still a tough climb along that ridge and up to here.’ ‘The air is thin at this altitude,’ Wyatt said. He looked at Shan. ‘I shouldn’t have agreed to let you do this.’ ‘Take it easy, macho man. I’m fine.’ ‘When we reach the target we have to act fast, really fast. We have to destroy any possible anti-aircraft capability hidden in those huts either side of the lodge. They are the prime target, more so than the radio mast. Osipenkov cannot detonate the Shockwaves until the satellite is in position in about two hours from now. We might have time to destroy the mast but the anti-aircraft systems must be destroyed before the reinforcements can fly in.’ Shan nodded. ‘You’ve been over this time and time again.’ ‘And I’ll keep going over it. We’re wearing white helmets, snow suits, skis and even weapons. Osipenkov must have guards or look-outs on the roof of this lodge. They will not see us coming until the last seconds, then we have to zig zag to avoid their fire and act immediately without thinking or remorse. The odds of success are not high. Shan, are you ready to kill someone if necessary?’ ‘Yes, I am,’ Shan said firmly. ‘I started all this and I want to end it. I’ll kill one, or a few, if it saves the lives of thousands.’ ‘Okay.’ Wyatt switched on his helmet mic. ‘Prem, Linda, are you hearing this?’ ‘We hear you, Chris,’ Linda said. ‘We’re ready to go. We probably won’t have the breath to say anything during the descent so please be ready to send in the drone on my signal.’ ‘We’ll be ready,’ Linda said. ‘Good luck.’ Wyatt tried to ignore the catch in Linda’s voice. He must not think about anything else other than the immediate here and now. He said: ‘Okay, Shan. Let’s do this.’ They clipped on their skis, picked up their sticks and made sure their weapons and grenades were secure and immediately accessible. They traversed to the summit. Wyatt said: ‘It’s vital we stay together so try to keep up with me, Shan.’ ‘You keep up with me, old man.’ Wyatt grinned as they pushed off. Within seconds they had reached a high speed on the steep downward incline. Wyatt’s bent knees were already feeling the strain. He glanced across at Shan. She was smiling, exhilarated. It gave Wyatt confidence but also deep apprehension about risking her life. Shan was moving ahead of him. The air was roaring around him, the noise even pen-

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 179 www.davidstedman.co.uk etrating his helmet, the intense cold being driven into his snow suit. There were spectacular peaks and gorges all around but Wyatt intently watched the snow in front. To hit a rock or any obstacle at this speed would be disastrous, perhaps even fatal. Now the descent was becoming steeper. It was more difficult to control the speed. Sev- eral times Wyatt had to fight the ache in his legs to stop from tumbling over. He glanced at Shan. She was no longer smiling but concentrating intently. The downward run resolved into an intense concentration and breath-taking speed. Relief as the radio mast on the roof of the lodge came into view. Only seconds to go. Wyatt, trying to control his breath, said: ‘Shan, get ready. Prem, launch the drone. We’re going in.’ The incline became shallower nearing the lodge. Wyatt controlled his speed and threw away his sticks. He unclasped his machine gun and was relieved to see Shan had discarded her sticks and unclasped the rocket launcher. The roof of the lodge was now fully in view. Wyatt said: ‘Four men on the roof. Shan, prepare to launch and hold on. I’m going in first.’ Wyatt slowed a little to adjust his balance. As he was about to fire the guards became aware of the approach. Prem said, loud with tension: ‘Targets acquired. Go, Shan, go.’ Wyatt opened up with a long burst from his machine gun. Two of the guards were cut down but the other two returned fire. One round thumped into Wyatt’s Kevlar body armour. Wyatt fired again. There was a flash of light in his peripheral vision as the first of Shan’s mis- siles launched. Then the second. They flew unerringly towards their pre-programmed targets. Wyatt peeled off to the left while firing one last burst. Shan was peeling off to the right. They hurtled past the roof of the lodge as the first missile, then the second, exploded into the anti-aircraft huts. Wyatt saw Shan tumbling over. She was on her own, nothing he could do except pray that the drone appeared rapidly and did its work. Wyatt herringboned the skis and came to a stop in a shower of snow. He looked for Shan but could not see her. There was a loud whirring sound and the four-propeller drone dropped down in front of the lodge. Wyatt reloaded his machine gun as the drone launched its missile into the front door of the lodge. As intended the inside guard detail came out to fire at the drone. Wyatt, half-hidden behind a snow bank, opened fire. He downed two of the guards then kicked off his skis and ran for the front door. Four more guards came out. Now it was six against one. Wyatt realised he had mistimed. He decided to keep running and fired bursts until his ammo ran out. He had downed another three in the confusion but had to reload and get past the other three before entering the lodge to secure the hostages. The guards had recovered their senses and were ready for him. Wyatt realised he didn’t have a chance. He reloaded and prepared himself to go down fighting when suddenly there was the rattle of machine gun fire and two of the guards fell. Shan was walking towards the lodge firing from the hip. The remaining guard turned to fire on

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 180 www.davidstedman.co.uk her but Wyatt took him down with a short burst. Wyatt shouted: ‘Great work, Shan. Follow me in and let’s find the hostages. Rakesh, get the chopper here, quick as you can.’ ‘We’re coming, sergeant,’ Rakesh said. ‘Five minutes.’ ‘Make it two,’ Wyatt said. The lobby was unguarded. Wyatt pushed through into a large and richly furnished living area. There were no guards. A door at the far side led, Wyatt guessed, into the kitchen and utility rooms. There were doors to rooms either side. Someone appeared at the top of the stairs. Wyatt prepared to fire when a familiar voice called: ‘Christopher, we’re up here.’ ‘Mohana!’ Wyatt said. ‘Prem, Mohana’s here. The hostages are upstairs. I’m going up to secure their safety. Shan, wait here by the door. Take cover. If any other guards appear from anywhere don’t hesitate. Shoot them.’ Wyatt bounded up the stairs. ‘Mohana, are there any guards up here?’ ‘No. They all came down when the explosions went off.’ Wyatt searched the upstairs rooms. There were eight hostages, some terrified, some calm and resigned. ‘Anyone here know how to use a pistol and not afraid to use it?’ ‘Give it to me,’ Mohana said. ‘Last time I saw you, Mohana, you were pretty out of it.’ ‘I had been drugged but now my mind is clear. Bless you, Christopher. Give me the gun. I have had training.’ ‘Okay.’ Wyatt handed over the pistol. ‘Prem will be here within minutes with reinforcements. Be vigilant and ruthless, if need be, and it will all be over very soon. Where is Osipen- kov?’ ‘I don’t know. I assume he is downstairs.’ Wyatt heard the helicopter landing as he ran downstairs. He looked for Shan but she was not there. Wyatt felt a thrill of fear. Indian special forces, five of them, burst through the front door. Wyatt said: ‘Two of you upstairs and secure the hostages. You three fan out and secure the rest of the lodge.’ The men hesitated. Prem walked in and shouted: ‘Do as he says, now!’ Linda came in. ‘Where’s Osipenkov?’ ‘I haven’t found him yet. Shan has disappeared.’ ‘Where the hell is she?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Wyatt said. ‘I told her to stay here. I’ll go look for her.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 181 www.davidstedman.co.uk Shan emerged from a door on the left hand side. ‘Shan!’ Wyatt said. ‘I told you to stay put and guard the door.’ ‘I disobeyed. I wanted to find Osipenkov.’ ‘Have you found him?’ ‘Yes,’ Shan said. ‘You’d better come and see this. We have a problem.’

56 Tian Shan Lodge, Kazakhstan, July 18th Wyatt, Linda, Mary and Prem followed Shan into a large room. Wyatt noted that the windows were protected by bars. The entire room had been converted into a control centre. In the far corner of the room was a long table supporting electronic equipment. President Gen- nady Osipenkov was sitting on the floor, his hands and feet shackled. Sitting at the long table, pointing a gun at Osipenkov’s head, was Radomir Khurtin. Khurtin said: ‘I was hoping never to see you capitalist nuisances again but here you are. Never mind. If you try to take me Osipenkov dies.’ Wyatt ignored Khurtin and said to Osipenkov: ‘My apologies, Gennady. We assumed it was you behind this Ocean Sunburst insanity.’ ‘Not insanity, Christopher, but treachery. I thought Radomir was my friend and colleague. It turns out he is a vicious viper in my nest.’ ‘We can see that,’ Prem said. ‘The question is why are you doing this, Khurtin?’ ‘For the first time in our respective careers, I have the power over Gennady. I have suppressed my true feelings about his feeble, liberal, democratic ideas on justice and tolerance while watching the power of the Russian empire drain away. I am about to change that to a new dawn of Russian supremacy, a strong new land.’ Linda said: ‘Of course, New Land, the meaning of Novaya Zemlya, abbreviated to H3, the Cyrillic initials of the name. How do you think killing thousands of innocent people and destroying vast areas of Western countries, and also unleashing catastrophe on the eastern seaboard of your own country can possibly lead to a “new dawn of Russian supremacy”.’ ‘By putting the blame on poor Gennady here. You had already assumed his guilt. Now he will be the scapegoat while I take power as the saviour of the Russian people and use the hatred of the rest of the world as an excuse to rebuild our armed forces to a level where nothing can stop us. Ukraine will be the first to fall, then the rest of Europe.’ Osipenkov said: ‘Just shoot him, Christopher. If he kills me first so be it. It’s what I deserve for not seeing what he was doing, his treacherous links with North Korea, his building of his own private army and using the secrecy of the military to build that infernal submarine. Just shoot him.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 182 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘If only it was that easy,’ Khurtin smiled. ‘You can kill me but Ocean Sunburst will still happen. It is automatically timed to detonate as soon as that satellite comes into range.’ ‘We destroyed your radio mast,’ Wyatt said. ‘That was simply a bluff to distract the attention of interfering foreigners. I thought the seizing of distinguished foreign officials as hostages would thwart any attack but congratulations for your tactics. It is of no consequence. If you kill me you will not know how to stop Ocean Sunburst.’ Prem said: ‘At least you’ll be dead and unable to take over your country and lead it to catastrophe.’ ‘Ah, the Indian spymaster! Do you think I have made no contingency plan in the event of my death?’ Osipenkov said: ‘You sound high minded but there was grubby profiteering behind Ocean Sunburst as well. Radomir founded Haye Sea-Land Gas years ago to search for the most valuable element on the planet.’ ‘Rhodium,’ Linda said. ‘It’s used in more and more electrical devices, especially cell phones, and is becoming increasingly scarce and valuable. Haye, as well as being the cover for Ocean Sunburst, was searching for rhodium, which takes its name from the rose, hence the secret symbol you bestowed on your gang of Korean killers. What was the purpose of those killer gangs?’ Khurtin said: ‘Simply to add more terror and confusion in the wake of that already caused by catastrophic seismic events, to cow and destabilise the terrified population, but I stopped their use after the gang in Hawaii were wounded and unmasked by some anonymous busybody. They were obviously counterproductive, that’s why that gang was eliminated by explosives.’ Shan looked at Christopher Wyatt. His face was expressionless. Linda was saying: ‘The lust for rhodium also explains your collection of humidors in the Kremlin Museum. Humidor is an anagram of rhodium. Very clever, Mr Khurtin. It was also very clever to stir up worldwide hatred against China as the culprit. It was you who leaked the accusations against China to world media, wasn’t it?’ ‘Of course. It was all being kept too secret. I wanted China hated, vilified, cast out as a pariah nation. Your kind invitation to Russian special forces to help search that Chinese research vessel was heaven sent. The so-called evidence of Chinese guilt found on that ship was fabricated by my boffins and fooled you completely.’ ‘That boarding was my idea,’ Wyatt said ruefully. Khurtin grinned. ‘We were grateful for such useful help from a British bobby. Well, this is all very entertaining but in approximately fifteen minutes it will be too late for any of your schemes. Ocean Sunburst will happen. I’ll be dead, perhaps, but Gennady will be dead as well

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 183 www.davidstedman.co.uk and my associates will take the reins of power. I will be a martyr, a hero of Russia. By the way, as soon as Ocean Sunburst detonates, a military helicopter carrying my personal bodyguard of Spetsnaz trained killers will land outside and kill all of you, your pathetic little band of women and one-armed cripples. All traces of what really has happened will be destroyed and Russia will return to the supremacy of power it deserves.’ Wyatt took hold of his machine gun and pointed it at Khurtin. ‘I think you’re bluffing, Khurtin. I’m going to kill you anyway.’ Linda took Wyatt’s arm and Prem said: ‘No, Christopher.’ Wyatt pulled away. ‘Like Khurtin says, it will make no difference if he dies so I’m going to kill him now.’ Mary Lucas raised her pistol, pointed it at Wyatt’s head and fired. The shot echoed around the room. Wyatt remained unhurt. Rakesh, pale with shock, said: ‘Mary, what are you doing?’ Wyatt said: ‘She is showing her true allegiance at last.’ ‘Allegiance to what?’ ‘To Russia, Ocean Sunburst and, especially to Radomir Khurtin. That’s why I gave her a pistol armed with blank cartridges. We’ve suspected she was a traitor for some time.’ ‘Why?’ Rakesh asked. ‘It started when we were tidying up after that earthquake in Phuket. I rescued Mary’s passport and noticed that her middle name is Ang. Didn’t mean anything to me at the time but much later I was doing some research and found that Maryang was the name of a vicious battle during the Korean War in which New Zealand troops were involved, including Mary’s grandfather, who was captured and brutally treated by the Chinese. He died in captivity. Her grandmother, Professor Lucas, formed a lifelong hatred of the Chinese. We delved deeper into Mary’s career as a nurse. There is a large Chinese community in Auckland and a surprising number of Chinese patients died while under Mary’s care. The hatred of the Chinese was passed to her and so she was more than willing to help blame China for the destruction caused by Ocean Sunburst. Mary was working against us for weeks until we began to leave her out of the loop of information until the last minute.’ ‘Hold on,’ Rakesh said. ‘You told me that Mary saved you from that assassin in the Kremlin Museum. Why did she do that?’ ‘That was another set-up in order to gain our trust. The so-called “assassin” was an old guy with a heart condition. I kept the Taser Mary used to kill him. When I began to suspect she was a traitor I had the Taser examined by experts. It had been greatly enhanced to prove fatal to someone in less that the best of health.’ ‘Why did Mary give us all that valuable information about Project Seal in the first

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 184 www.davidstedman.co.uk place? If she was working against us, what was the point of that?’ ‘To gain our trust when she realised what we were searching for. She was ordered to hand over all that information by the person who had it all anyway.’ ‘Who?’ ‘Professor Lucas passed the hatred of China to her daughter, Mary’s mother. Mother was married to a diplomat and travelled to Moscow with her husband. While in Russia her husband was conveniently killed in a road accident but not before Mary’s mother had an affair and fell in love with an up and coming Soviet politician.’ ‘Radomir Khurtin?’ Rakesh said. ‘Yes. Mary is Khurtin’s daughter. I noticed the resemblance, the hair colour, the eyes, the distinctive cheekbones, when they were together in the Kremlin. The way they looked at each other but they could not, dare not show any sign of affection.’ Wyatt raised his machine gun again. ‘Now we’ll see how affectionate they really are. There are six minutes until Ocean Sunburst. Khurtin, give the order to stop it or I will execute your daughter in front of your eyes.’ Mary said: ‘Don’t stop, father. The glory of Russia is in your hands. Let him kill me.’ Wyatt said: ‘If you stop Ocean Sunburst you can take Mary back to Russia with you to face whatever they decide. Do you agree, Gennady?’ Osipenkov nodded. ‘I will be as merciful as they are ruthless.’ ‘Don’t listen, father,’ Mary said. ‘I am a small sacrifice.’ ‘Two minutes, Khurtin. Press the stop button or your daughter will be cut in two by bullets, and then you will suffer the same.’ Osipenkov said: ‘Radomir, I have seen this man in action. He is crazy and ruthless. He will kill your daughter.’ ‘One minute, Khurtin.’ Khurtin looked at Mary. ‘I loved your mother. I love you. I cannot kill you.’ He turned to the radio equipment and punched in a code. Prem took out a cell phone and rang his headquarters. He ordered: ‘Let me know immediately if there are any reports of major seismic activity anywhere in the world in the next few minutes.’ While they were waiting, Rakesh asked Mary: ‘Did you kill your own grandmother?’ ‘She had outlived her usefulness. I gave the information. Others did the deed. I loved her but she had become a danger to the cause.’ Rakesh said: ‘My God but you’re a cold bitch. Were you just using me all the time?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 185 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Yes, of course I was. Do you think I could love a herp like you?’ She pointed to Shan. ‘It’s that half yellow bitch who loves you, and you treated her like dirt.’ They waited in silence for several minutes, then Prem’s cell phone rang. He answered, then said: ‘No reports of earthquakes anywhere. Ocean Sunburst has been stopped.’

57 10, Downing Street, London, August 1st Christopher Wyatt was shown into the Prime Minister’s office just before midnight. Wyatt said: ‘Good evening, Prime Minister. You’re working late tonight.’ Murdo Montrose said: ‘I’m always working late. Sit down, Sergeant Wyatt. Would you care for a glass of good single malt?’ ‘Yes, indeed. It will make a pleasant change from vodka.’ ‘Just so,’ Montrose said. ‘I’ve been informed of the party at the Russian embassy. Un- fortunately I have a less happy topic to discuss with you.’ ‘Oh? What’s that?’ ‘I’ve been passed an official complaint about you from your commanding officer, Com- mander Roger Couch-Armitage.’ ‘What is he complaining about?’ ‘The fact that you have not visited Scotland Yard or had the courtesy to inform him of your movements for several weeks.’ ‘I’ve been a little tied up.’ ‘Also, he was staggered by the amount of overtime and expenses you have claimed.’ ‘Foreign travel and bribery are not cheap.’ Montrose shook his head in mock disapproval. ‘I’ve mollified Commander Couch-Ar- mitage so don’t worry about it.’ ‘I wasn’t going to.’ ‘Perhaps you might worry that you haven’t had the courtesy to inform me of your movements for the past several weeks. What have you been up to? Was it with Trident?’ ‘I can’t tell you.’ Montrose banged the top of his desk with his palm. ‘For God’s sake, Wyatt, I’m the Prime Minister. You have to tell me. Ocean Sunburst no longer poses a threat, according to a report from the Russians. Were you involved? Is that why you went off the radar for weeks?’ Wyatt shrugged. ‘I was taking a break. I went on a little skiing trip.’ ‘I’ve received a detailed report, from President Osipenkov, about how Ocean Sunburst

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 186 www.davidstedman.co.uk was thwarted. President Brady has received the same report. We both agree that it’s the longest and most elaborate piece of Russian fiction sinceWar and Peace.’ ‘I’ve never read it.’ ‘What? The Russian report or War and Peace?’ ‘War and Peace. Don’t ever intend to read it.’ ‘Osipenkov’s chum and right-hand man, Radomir Khurtin, has vanished from public life. Do you know anything about that?’ ‘I have no interest in British politics, let alone Russian.’ ‘By strange coincidence, President Brady’s right-hand woman, Jazmin Isaacs, has also resigned. Do you or your wife know the reason for that?’ ‘No, sir, I genuinely don’t.’ ‘I suspect your Trident pal Premendra Dhawan was involved in whatever went on but he won’t talk to me and the Indian Prime Minister, my friend Ashok Mishra, is at death’s door, so I can’t ask him. When he dies it will leave Mohana Raval as acting Prime Minister.’ ‘She will be Mrs Dhawan soon.’ ‘She disappeared for several weeks then reappeared without any real explanation.’ ‘It’s a mysterious world,’ Wyatt smiled. ‘I’m the Prime Minister, Wyatt. I approved the setting up of Trident. I should be told what is going on.’ ‘The ethos of Trident is to guard the guardians. Trident was set up to keep an eye on every important person in the public domain, including you. If I knew anything I thought you should know I would tell you,’ Montrose shook his head. ‘You’re an awkward and arrogant sod, Wyatt.’ ‘Awkward? Certainly. Arrogant? No, but I won’t be brow beaten by anybody.’ ‘Okay, okay. Did you have a good time at the Russian embassy tonight?’ ‘Yes, thank you. It was very pleasant. Good caviar and vodka.’ ‘May I see your medal?’ Wyatt pursed his lips. ‘What medal is that, Prime Minister?’ ‘Don’t get clever with me, Sergeant. I know that the Russian ambassador has presented you with the award of Hero of the Russian Federation. What did you get that for?’ ‘I saved the life of President Osipenkov in that attack in the Russian Orthodox church in London.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 187 www.davidstedman.co.uk Montrose waited for more information. ‘That’s a statement, Wyatt, not a reason. You know very well that the enquiry established that the cathedral gunmen were semi-competent local muscle hired at the last minute by God knows who. You were not given Russia’s highest award for killing low grade local hitmen.’ Wyatt did not respond. Montrose said: ‘May I see it?’ Wyatt took out a red velvet case out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Montrose. He took out the medal. It was a gold star attached to a red, white and blue ribbon. Montrose said: ‘Very nice. A nice addition to your collection.’ He put it back in the box and handed it back. ‘Thank you.’ Wyatt drained his glass. ‘Excellent malt, Prime Minister.’ ‘Visit Scotland Yard and report to Commander Couch-Armitage. Abase yourself if necessary. Get the chap off my back.’ Wyatt stood up. ‘For you, sir, I’ll abase myself. Good night.’

58 Oval Office, White House, Washington DC, August 2nd President Elaine Brady’s new chief of staff showed Linda Marquez into the Oval Office at four in the afternoon. Brady was working at her desk but asked Linda to take a seat on one of the sofas by the coffee table. A few minutes later Brady joined her. Brady was hesitant, even nervous. Brady said: ‘I’ve been studying the report sent to me by Russian President Osipen- kov about the resolution of the Ocean Sunburst affair. I’ve discussed it with Prime Minister Montrose and acting Prime Minister Raval of India. We agree that it takes liberties with the truth, which is putting it mildly. I’ve compared it with our own intelligence reports based on the limited knowledge we have gleaned. It’s clear that you and your husband, together with Premendra Dhawan, in other words Trident, had a big role in stopping such an evil scheme.’ Brady looked at Linda for a response. Linda did not say anything. ‘Okay,’ Brady said, ‘you’re going to hang me out to dry.’ ‘That’s not my intention, Madam President. I’ve been burned before. I’m just not sure where this conversation is going.’ ‘Where it is going is a sincere apology from me, to you personally and to the concept of Trident. I was wrong.’ Brady smiled. ‘You know me, you know how difficult it is to admit I was wrong.’ Linda smiled in return but said nothing. ‘President Logan was also right about Trident, and you. I’m asking if we could make a fresh start. Running for President and actually being President are mighty different. It’s a steep learning curve. Would you consider returning to the White House as my personal chief of security?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 188 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘I’m not sure, mam.’ ‘Perhaps you’re wondering if you can trust me. All I can say is that I now trust you completely. There was someone else I trusted, for many years, but I was wrong to do so. We connived and conspired against you, Linda, and that was utterly wrong.’ ‘Are you able to tell me why Jazmin Isaacs resigned?’ ‘Do you think you need to know before you make a decision?’ ‘Yes, I do. I respected her ability and it was a major shock for everyone when she resigned.’ Brady nodded. ‘Very well. I asked Jazmin to resign because she had secretly been aiding many companies, including Haye Sea-Land Gas, with information and favours.’ ‘She wasn’t involved in Ocean Sunburst, was she?’ ‘No, not knowingly, but investigations, including your own at Denver, proved that greed had overcome her natural loyalty and intelligence. To be my closest ally in government increased her value to such companies, and certain individuals, many times over.’ ‘But she must have been being paid handsomely by the government for the vital job she was doing?’ ‘Yes, but Jazmin was born in very poor circumstances and had to struggle mightily, using her natural intelligence and capacity for hard work, to raise herself to the rank she achieved, but always in the back of her mind was the fear of poverty. When she was offered bribes to betray me, to betray the country, she was unable to resist, unaware of what she was really doing. I wasn’t going to prosecute her but she had to go. I was not morally able to destroy her life by letting the whole world know what she had done. Now you know. I need people I can trust to replace her. That’s why I’m asking you to come back, Linda.’ ‘I’m not sure I can believe you. This is an astonishing change of heart, and outlook. Is it real or are you playing me?’ Brady considered for a few seconds. ‘Have you ever read about Saint Thomas Becket?’ ‘He was some English king’s Archbishop of Canterbury but got himself murdered because he wouldn’t go against the church to do what the king wanted.’ Brady nodded. ‘Becket was King Henry’s close friend. They got drunk and chased women together. Henry made his close friend Archbishop of Canterbury, thinking that he would be able to manipulate Becket, but after Becket had got the job he had an epiphany, that his moral duty was to God and the church, not his friend. In other words, Becket was changed by the job. The same thing has happened to me. By doing this job, with all it entails, I have realised that my moral duty is to the American people, to the laws of the land and, yes, to God. I was mired in grubby politics. I treated you, and many other people, very badly. I apologise to you and ask you to return to the White House. What do you say?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 189 www.davidstedman.co.uk Linda looked around the Oval Office, the hallowed centre of her country’s leadership she had come to know so well. ‘I’ll come back,’ she said. ‘Apart from my husband it’s all I’ve ever wanted.’

59 Department of Earth Sciences, Cambridge University, August 8th Professor Tristram Wake-Talbot got up from his desk when his secretary brought the visitor into the office. ‘Ah, Doctor Chang,’ Wake-Talbot said. ‘It’s always a pleasure to welcome a fellow geologist from the excellent Beijing University.’ He held out his hand but was surprised when his visitor did not take it. Never mind, he thought, perhaps hand shaking is not culturally appropriate. ‘Please sit down, Doctor Chang. Can I get you anything? Tea, coffee, any other drink?’ Doctor Chang shook his head. ‘Thank you, Shirley,’ Wake-Talbot said. His secretary closed the office door behind her. Wake-Talbot sat down. Chang did not move. ‘Won’t you sit down, Doctor Chang?’ ‘I will not be staying for long.’ ‘Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I was looking forward to . . .’ Wake-Talbot stopped speaking. Chang had reached into his jacket and pulled out a long knife. ‘What are you doing?’ Wake-Talbot asked, his voice trembling. ‘You sold information to Radomir Kurtin. He used that information to implicate China in his evil plan. Without the plans of the geological map he could not have instituted Ocean Sunburst. It is time for China to repay the debt.’ Wake-Talbot held up his hand. ‘No, wait! It wasn’t me. It was that girl. She betrayed me, and China. She . . .’ Chang grabbed Wake-Talbot’s hair and plunged the blade into his chest and up through his heart. Chang put the knife back in his coat. He walked out of the office and closed the door behind him. Shirley looked up from her desk and smiled. Chang smiled back. He said: ‘The professor does not wish to be disturbed for an hour or so.’ Shirley nodded, puzzled but still smiling. Chang left the building, walked down the stone steps and onto the busy streets of Cambridge. Chang made his way to the multi-storey car park. He avoided the elevator and took the stairs to the top floor. He went to the parapet and looked out over the spires and turrets and domes of the university city. He took out a secure one-time cell phone and dialled a number. A voice answered and said: ‘Zhao.’ Chang said: ‘The professor has attended his last meeting. Do you have any other work for me?’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 190 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Not yet. I still have a very valuable asset in place. She may yet come up with information that may need . . . forceful action. Come home.’ Chang cut the call. He opened the cell phone and took out the SIM card and the battery. He threw the carcass of the phone down into the street below.

60 Caroma Beach Resort Hotel, Goa, India, August 19th Deepak Chopra was unpacking when he heard the knock on the door. He called out: ‘Come in, it’s open.’ Premendra Dhawan entered the room and closed the door behind him. Prem was carrying a large manila envelope. ‘Premendra!’ Chopra said. ‘How nice to see you again. This is an unexpected pleasure. Come in, come in. I was hoping to get a chance to thank you again for inviting my family and I to your wedding. I only arrived this morning about an hour or so ago. I was just unpacking.’ Prem said: ‘You can re-pack your suitcase. You will not be staying for the wedding.’ Chopra stopped packing and looked at Prem with bemusement. ‘Why? What has happened? Is there some sort of crisis? My family will arrive later this afternoon. I will have to warn them that . . .’ ‘Your family have been informed that you are indisposed and will be returning home today. They are not coming to my wedding.’ ‘I don’t understand, Premendra. I am not “indisposed”. I feel perfectly well.’ ‘Let’s sit down at the dining table.’ ‘Very well,’ Chopra said. He followed Prem to the table by the window and sat down opposite him. Prem put down the manila envelope on the table. ‘What is that?’ Chopra asked. ‘Does Minister Raval require me to sign some papers or provide any other services?’ ‘Deepak, you will never again be required to provide any services to Minister Raval or India. I am cognisant of the thirty years of loyal service you have given to India and Prime Minister Mishra, that is why I am giving you a chance to save your pension and your reputation. I accept that you were caught in an almost impossible dilemma.’ Beads of perspiration appeared on Chopra’s brow. He said: ‘Premendra, I still do not understand what you are saying.’ Prem opened the envelope and took out four large black and white photographs. He laid them in a row in front of Chopra and said: ‘You know what these are. I have selected the photographs that will cause you the least pain to prove that I know what you have been forced to do. If you answer my questions openly and honestly then no-one else in the world, including

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 191 www.davidstedman.co.uk Minister Raval, need know about this conversation.’ Chopra stared at the photographs and then thrust them back at Prem. ‘What do you want to know?’ ‘When did you begin betraying Minister Raval, myself and your country?’ Chopra took a deep breath and pulled himself together. ‘Only since the start of this Ocean Sunburst business, I swear.’ ‘Okay, I believe you. My investigation has not uncovered any suspicious activity before that time. Tell me everything, from the beginning.’ Chopra took a deep breath. ‘The Russians approached me when it became clear that Minister Raval was almost certainly going to become the leader of her party and thus almost certainly the leader of India. I arranged a meeting between the Russians and Minister Raval, the first one being at the conference where she was elected party leader.’ Prem nodded. ‘She was very distracted after that. No wonder. Did you have anything to do with arranging Mirza’s assassination at that same meeting?’ Chopra’s voice was weak as he answered: ‘Yes, I used my sources to arrange for a local hitman to watch Mirza. He threatened Minister Raval but the Russians wanted her kept alive so Mirza was killed.’ ‘My son could have been killed during that assassination.’ Chopra was unnerved by the hatred in Prem’s eyes. ‘I did not expect . . . he was not supposed to . . .’ ‘So we assumed Mohana had been kidnapped from this hotel when she had simply been under duress and arranged her own disappearance.’ ‘Yes, that’s right. She had help to evade the security procedures.’ ‘Help which you provided?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Did you betray my attempt to rescue Mohana in Patna?’ Chopra looked at Prem and nodded. Prem said: ‘I had to tell you where I was going because, as head of India’s intelligence services, someone had to know where I was, and I trusted you completely. It was the same case with my trip to Phuket. You had to know my whereabouts and you betrayed me to the Russians and, if it had not been for an earthquake that forced us to evacuate the villa, myself and my companions would have been killed in the helicopter attack.’ ‘I didn’t know they were planning anything like that,’ Chopra pleaded. ‘You have to believe me!’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 192 www.davidstedman.co.uk ‘Okay, okay,’ Prem said. Chopra asked: ‘How did you get hold of those photographs?’ ‘Let’s just say there has recently been a degree of close co-operation between Russia and India for our mutual benefit. I understand the pictures were taken in Moscow last year?’ ‘Yes. Being a senior official, I am well aware of Russian “honey traps” but my son Vijay was not. If it had been me who had been caught I would have resigned and taken the consequences of my actions, but when the Russians blackmailed me with those photographs of my son, I could not refuse to help them. My wife, his wife, his two children, would have been devastated. His reputation, his life, would have been in ruins. Another woman, perhaps, but I was not aware of his predilection for young boys.’ Prem put the photographs back in the envelope and said: ‘Hold your head up, Deepak. No-one will ever know, including your son. Go back to your family, enjoy your retirement. My department will provide proof of your medical condition to convince Minister Raval of your decision to resign. Be aware, however, that I want you out of this hotel within the next hour and I never want to see you again.’ Prem picked up the envelope, stood up, went to the door and left the room.

61 Caroma Beach Resort Hotel, Goa, India, August 20th Christopher Wyatt slipped away from the wedding party and walked to the edge of the cliff. The sun was setting over the Indian Ocean. The sky was streaked with red, gold and purple. He sipped his champagne and thought back to the tsunami in Hawaii, the moment the sea disappeared. Tonight the sea was calm, serene, unthreatening. A voice said: ‘It’s beautiful, isn’t it?’ Wyatt turned. Mohana had joined him. She was smiling. She said: ‘Sergeant Wyatt, you look very handsome in your tuxedo.’ ‘Thank you, Mohana. You look very beautiful in your . . .erm?’ ‘Sari. This is a silk Chanderi sari.’ ‘It’s very elegant.’ Mohana raised her champagne flute and said: ‘I want to thank you, Christopher.’ ‘For what?’ ‘For risking your life to rescue me, but mainly for being a good friend to Premendra, and to India.’ ‘He has been a good friend to me. The best. I am delighted that he has found happiness again with you, Mrs Dhawan.’

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 193 www.davidstedman.co.uk Mohana laughed. ‘I still can’t get used to hearing that. Did you mind that Linda kept the use of her maiden surname when she married you?’ ‘Not at all. She is a strong, courageous and independent woman. I’m still amazed that she wanted anything to do with me, let alone to marry me.’ Mohana nodded. ‘Premendra has told me about Trident. He should not have done.’ ‘Why do you say that? Since Prime Minister Mishra died you have been acting Prime Minister. You should be informed about Trident. I hope that when you are elected Prime Minis- ter you will form good relations with my Prime Minister, Murdo Montrose. He is an awkward and irascible character, we lock horns frequently, but he is an honest politician and a genuine patriot.’ ‘Yes, I like him, and I’m sure I can work well with him, but there is a long road before I am elected as Premier in my own right. Many people object to the fact that I am a woman. Many are baffled and worried by my disappearance for several weeks.’ Wyatt nodded. He said: ‘Can I ask you about your enforced holiday with Radomir Khu- rtin’s gang of thugs?’ ‘You’ve earned the right to ask anything you like.’ ‘Later in your captivity you were drugged by that evil Devil’s Breath drug, but at first you disappeared voluntarily. Did they threaten you?’ ‘Worse,’ Mohana replied. ‘They threatened India. Even worse, they threatened to harm Premendra, and Rakesh, if I did not comply. I could not let that happen. They wanted me as a valuable hostage, yes, but they also wanted to keep Premendra in India and worrying about me instead of Ocean Sunburst. I have never told Premendra that he was under threat. Please don’t tell him.’ ‘You have my word that I won’t.’ Linda and Prem walked down the path towards them. Prem called out: ‘Hey, I wondered where you two had gone.’ Linda said: ‘I’m jealous, Mohana. Your sari is simply stunning. Enough to turn any man’s head, even my bovine husband.’ ‘Bovine!’ Mohana laughed. ‘Well, cows are sacred in India so I guess Christopher must be sacred. I have told him how handsome he looks in his tuxedo.’ Linda turned to Prem and smiled. ‘Perhaps we both have reason to be jealous?’ ‘I don’t think so, Linda. I trust these two, and you, above all others. I have told Mohana, in her capacity as acting Prime Minister, about Trident.’ ‘Quite right,’ Linda said, ‘but I sincerely hope we will never be needed again.’ Mohana said: ‘Christopher tells me you are going back to work for President Brady at

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 194 www.davidstedman.co.uk the White House.’ ‘Yes. We did not get off to the best of starts but I believe she has changed for the better. We’ll see how it goes.’ Rakesh and Shan came down the path but Rakesh guided Shan away from the Trident group and led her to a secluded spot overlooking the sea. ‘What are you doing?’ Shan asked. Rakesh was nervous and hesitant. ‘I want to tell you how lovely you look.’ ‘Thank you. You look lovely too, in your air force uniform. I’ve never seen you in uniform before.’ ‘Shan, I am an impulsive, bigoted and arrogant fool.’ Shan laughed. ‘Agreed. What else is new?’ ‘We have become friends lately, don’t you think?’ ‘Yes. Wary and awkward friends, but friends, yes.’ ‘That previous suspicion is entirely my fault, Shan. I did not see you as an individual, I saw a stupid racial stereotype that had formed in my mind through hatred, as it does with so many human beings, instead of seeing you for what you are, a courageous, committed and beautiful person. I should have trusted you, believed you, instead for falling for the wicked lies of . . . you know who.’ ‘No, you were right to be wary. Mary Lucas had a vicious plan that would have fooled anyone. Please don’t blame yourself.’ ‘You saved my life during that earthquake. I began to look at you differently. I was still suspicious but I began to look beyond my bigotry to see the wonderful person you are.’ Shan took Rakesh’s hand. ‘Don’t beat yourself up, Rakesh. It’s all in the past. We are friends now.’ ‘Do you think we could perhaps be more than friends?’ ‘I’m not sure what . . .’ ‘Perhaps you are not attracted to me?’ ‘Let’s see, you are endlessly courageous, committed, loyal to your family and your country, and you once saved Chris and Linda from certain death. Also, you are undoubtedly the most handsome man I’ve ever met. Why, Flight Lieutenant Dhawan, I’ve made you blush!’ ‘It’s true. You have “got under my skin” as the Westerners say. Do you think, after all these wedding celebrations are over, that we could have dinner together one night?’ Shan looked up at the moon. ‘I would like that very much. Now I have to make an im-

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 195 www.davidstedman.co.uk portant phone call. Would you excuse me, Rakesh? I’ll see you back at the hotel.’ ‘Of course. Don’t be long.’ Rakesh walked away. Shan moved to a place where she was sure she could not be overheard. She took a cell phone out of the pocket of her suit and dialled a number. Before the person who answered could speak, Shan said: ‘I have to tell you that I can no longer work for you.’ ‘Why not? Your service has been exemplary.’ ‘Because my loyalty to you and your country may clash with someone I love and I am not going to risk that happening. Also I have come to view my companions during this Ocean Sunburst affair with the utmost respect and admiration. I was forced to lie to them several times, especially about the information from that intercepted Korean message coming from British intelligence instead of you.’ ‘They would not have trusted you otherwise.’ ‘I accept that. My loyalties are being pulled every which way. I sincerely entreat you not to take revenge on this decision.’ ‘Of course not, Shan. I am not a savage. You are free. Thank you for all you have done for my country, especially your initial warnings and information about the geological map. There were many unexpected developments but we induced the right people to serve our cause, as I surmised, having worked with them before. The tsunami in Hawaii provided a most fortuitous introduction that was sent by heaven. I wish you every happiness and success in the future.’ General Zhao cut the call. He sighed. Shan Veronesi had been a most useful recruit. He remembered how she had approached China with her knowledge and concerns that such original information could be misused by a hostile power. So it had proved. Veronesi was a brilliant and resourceful asset. Perhaps another agent, in different circumstances, would have to be liquidated, but Zhao respected and admired Shan Veronesi, as much as he respected and admired Premendra Dhawan. He sincerely prayed to his ancestors that Shan Veronesi would find love and happiness with Dhawan’s son, and those same ancestors would nurture and protect Christopher Wyatt and Linda Marquez until China needed them again.

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 196 www.davidstedman.co.uk The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 197 www.davidstedman.co.uk

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 198 www.davidstedman.co.uk

The Ocean Sunburst Treachery - by David Stedman 199 www.davidstedman.co.uk