"Religious fundamentalists, mostly. They're afraid we're going to prove evolution. They stage a protest every week or so over at the Rocket Park entrance, jam up the traffic, yell their slogans. Nothing too exciting, except when one of 'em gets heatstroke."

"Mr. Harrington, I think you may need to increase your level of security against terrorist attacks. The cell we penetrated is very determined. If there are others ..."

That's all we need. Nate picked up the phone and punched a button. "Consider it done."

Carol answered on the first ring. "Yes, sir?"

"I need to talk to whichever sorry excuse for a brain-dead moron runs Security these days."

"Right away." Carol put him on hold. Nate got an earful of some oldies station. Stairway to Heaven. Led Zep.

Agent Yamaguchi stood to leave. "I'll get back to you when we know more."

Nate reached up and shook her hand. "Thanks for the tip. Can I keep the blueprint?"

"Do you have a safe?"

The music switched off. "Security. Daniel Collins here."

Nate nodded to Yamaguchi and made an "Okay" signal with his hand. She headed for the door. He slumped back in his chair.

"Collins, we have a problem ..."

VALKERIE STARED OUT THE OVAL WINDOW, watching the blur of browns and greens that rushed up to meet her plane. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. If a plane was going to crash, it would crash on landing.

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