The Atlantis Gene: A Thriller

CHAPTER 4

 

Clocktower Safe House

 

Jakarta, Indonesia

 

 

Thirty minutes after the train blast, David sat at a cheap fold-out table in the safe house, enduring the medical tech’s brutal treatment and trying to make sense of the attack.

 

“Oww.” David winced and reeled back from the alcohol swab the tech had dabbed on his face. “Thank you, really, but let’s do this after. I’m fine. Flesh wounds.”

 

Across the room, Howard Keegan stood up from the bank of computer screens and walked over to David. “It was a setup, David.”

 

“Why? It makes no sense—”

 

“It does. You need to see this. I received it right before the blast.” Keegan handed him a sheet of paper.

 

 

 

 

<<< EYES ONLY >>>

 

<<< CLOCKTOWER >>>

 

<<< CENTCOMM >>>

 

Clocktower under attack.

 

Cape Town and Mar del Plata Stations destroyed.

 

Karachi, Dehli, Dakha, and Lahore breached.

 

Recommend initiate Firewall.

 

Please advise.

 

<<< END BULLETIN >>>

 

 

Keegan tucked the page back in his coat pocket. “He lied about our security problem.”

 

David rubbed his temples. It was a nightmare scenario. His head was still throbbing from the bomb blast. He had to think. “He didn’t lie—”

 

“Underestimated at the very least, or more likely a lie of omission to cripple and distract us for this larger attack on Clocktower.”

 

“The attack on Clocktower doesn’t mean the terrorist threat isn’t real. It could be a prelude—”

 

“Maybe. But the only thing we know is that Clocktower’s back is against the wall. Your first duty is to secure your station. You’re the largest operation in Southeast Asia. Your HQ could be under attack right now.” Keegan picked up his bag. “I’m going back to London to try to manage things from there. Good luck, David.”

 

They shook, and he saw Keegan out of the safe house.

 

On the street, a kid carrying a stack of newspapers ran up to David, waving them in the air and screaming, “Have you heard? Jakarta is under attack.”

 

David pushed him away, but the kid shoved a rolled up newspaper in his hand and darted off around the corner.

 

David started to toss the newspaper aside, but… it was too heavy. And there was something wrapped inside. He unrolled the paper, and a round black pipe about a foot long fell out. A pipe bomb.

 

 

 

 

 

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