Clive Cussler - Oregon Files 02 - Sacred Stone by Clive Cussler

Author:Clive Cussler [Cussler, Clive]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-03-13T06:00:00+00:00

labored up the Grampian Mountains the van was pulling ahead once again. Something needed to happen soon. Cabrillo expected to see Adams in the Robinson, the British army or air force, or even a police car any minute. He wad sure the Oregon was sending help—he was unarmed in an underpowered chase car.

Surely someone had figured out where he was by now.

ON BOARD THE Oregon, they were working on the problem with linn ited success.

The ship was still a hundred miles from Kinnaird Head, steaming south at full speed. In a few more hours she'd be off Aberdeen, a few more and she'd cross a point offshore Edinburgh.

"Okay," Kasim shouted across the control room to Hanley, "Adams reports he has enough fuel loaded on board to make it to the airport in Inverness. Once there, he'll top off the tanks and head south along the road."

"How much range will he have then?" Hanley asked.

"Hold on," Kasim said, repeating the question to Adams.

"Most of England," Kasim said, "but he won't be able to make London without refueling."

"We should have this wrapped up before then," Hanley said.

"Okay," Kasim shouted, "Adams said he has the engine going."

"Tell him to follow the road until he finds Cabrillo."

Kasim repeated the orders.

"He said the fog is as thick as a winter coat," Kasim said, "but he'll fly right above the road."

"Good," Hanley said.

Linda Ross walked over to Hanley's chair. "Boss," she said, "Stone and I reworked the tracking frequencies on the bugs on the meteorite. We're getting a more complete signal now."

"Which monitor?"

Ross pointed to one on the far wall.

The meteorite was almost to Stirling. Soon the driver of the van would need to signal his intentions with a turn. East toward Glasgow, or west toward Edinburgh.

"Get me Overholt," he said to Stone.

A few seconds later Overholt came on the line.

"I'LL HAVE THE British seal off the roads just outside Glasgow and Edinburgh," Overholt said,

"and search every truck."

"We're blessed there's not that many roads they can pick from," Hanley said. "They should be able to snag the truck."

"Let's hope," Overholt said. "Now on another note, I got a call from the head of MIS

thanking Meadows and Seng for the work they are doing on the nuclear bomb problem.

Apparently Meadows located a videotape that gave them a license-plate number they think will lead them to the bomb."

"I'm glad," Hanley said.

Overholt paused before speaking again. "Officially they also asked if your people could back off now—they want to handle it from here."

"I'll let Meadows and Seng know when they phone in," Hanley told him.

"Well, Max," Overholt said, "if I were you, I wouldn't be in a rush to take their call."

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