Boston, Massachusetts
NIATROSS.
That was the name painted in silver script letters on the tail of Robért Nicolora’s private jet. A means of conveyance that probably should not have existed, but did nonetheless, the Cessna Citation X was a magnificent and ludicrous product of capitalism and human ingenuity. Not only was it capable of whisking its occupants across the blue at a speed of .92 Mach, but also pampering them with every conceivable luxury in the process. AJ could think of no better way to travel. Before boarding, he walked 360 degrees around the aircraft on the tarmac. He imagined its exterior lines were born first from an artist’s brush stroke, and then later honed to aerodynamic perfection by the mouse clicks of an engineer. With its backward sweeping wings, and rising throat-like fuselage, the Citation X reminded him of a bird of prey. Even the cockpit was angled, so in flight it looked like the cocked head of a falcon surveying the sky.
Inside, AJ was surprised to find the cabin was outfitted like NORAD. Next to every seat was a flat panel computer screen, fixed to the interior wall on an adjustable arm. At the front of the cabin were additional flat panel monitors capable of displaying television, webcasts, satellite imagery, and even live video feed from the custom-built fuselage mounted camera system. Special antennae had been incorporated into the skeleton of the plane and snaked just below its thin aluminum skin, making NIATROSS a mobile communications platform rivaling Air Force One. AJ’s favorite feature was something he did not notice until take off—silence. It had taken Abbey St. Jean’s Level Zero resources two months to develop, but she eventually devised an inter-cabin high fidelity sound system with active noise cancellation that made Nicolora’s aircraft as quiet as a Lexus driving on freshly paved asphalt.
He had chosen the leather bucket seat directly opposite and facing Albane. She sat angled in her seat, with her knees together, ankles crossed and tucked underneath. Kalen slept, reclined in the seat to AJ’s left, with a black silk handkerchief draped across his eyes. VanCleave typed on his computer—lost in a world of mathematical formulas and spreadsheets—while perched on a bench seat at the rear of the aircraft.
“What, no champagne?” AJ joked as Albane handed him a cold bottle of water.
“You haven’t accomplished anything worthy of celebration yet. Maybe on the ride back,” she said, with a hint of a smile.
“How long is the flight?”
“A little over seven hours, nonstop. This Citation is modified with winglets and an extra fuel reserve, so Prague is barely inside our four thousand mile range.”
“Is it always like this?”
“Like what?”
“Fast and furious. One minute we’re in Boston, the next we’re jetting off to Prague to chase down a guy with a biological weapon.”
“Actually, yes. What you’ve seen is only the tip of the iceberg.”
AJ pondered her words. “Tough job for a relationship. Are you married?”
“No.”
“Otherwise committed?”
“Definitely committed otherwise,” she said, tapping her Think Tank–issued mobile phone.
He smiled and looked out the porthole window into the night sky. After the awkwardness settled, he turned back to her. “Albane, Meredith Morley said something that I’ve been thinking about.”
“Go on.”
“Her theory is that Foster participated in the H1N1 study so he could become a mole inside Vyrogen. To pull that off, however, would mean that he had to become infected with the mutated H1N1 strain after he was administered Vyrogen’s trial vaccine; otherwise Vyrogen would have detected H1N1 antibodies in his prescreening blood samples.”
“What’s your point?”
“Foster’s exposure to the mutated H1N1 virus could only have occurred during a very narrow window of time. In other words, after the trial started, but before he was put in quarantine. Whoever he is working with, had to make contact, and inject Foster during that window. Also, the list of organizations with the capability to engineer a mutated H1N1 virus is a very select one. With a little digging, I think we could narrow this list down to a half dozen companies or so. Take these two pieces of information together, and we have the when and the who to start investigating.”
“One day on the job, and you’re already starting to think like one of us. Good work. However, we need to consider another scenario equally plausible to the one Meredith is promoting,” Albane said. “What if someone inside Vyrogen—someone with access to confidential company information—solicited Foster after he joined the vaccine trial? Let’s assume the insider orchestrated everything, and Foster was just a mule. In this scenario, the insider would be the one delivering the product to a competitor, not Foster. Accordingly, we would need to broaden our search to include investigating Vyrogen personnel, not just Foster.”
AJ’s eyes widened. “How do we determine which scenario is the truth?”
“We investigate both simultaneously, of course. We start with a background assessment of Foster. At the same time, we go digging inside Vyrogen and look for people who fit the profile.”
“How do we do that?”
Albane raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t you get a Coordinator online and pull our team together for a roundtable session.”
AJ felt befuddled; he was still unfamiliar with The Tank’s protocols and code words. He hated sounding stupid. Most of all, he hated being a rookie. He wondered if he should just speak aloud like he had seen Briggs do in the lab earlier that day. Would the Coordinator just appear on the screen like a genie summoned from his lamp?
“Request Coordinator, C. Remy,” AJ announced boldly.
Albane giggled.
Instead of feeling embarrassed, he was enthralled. It was the first time he had seen a glimpse of the real Albane sneak past her polished façade.
“In a scheduled session, such protocol would be correct, but in cases such as this, just dial zero.”
“Got it.” AJ pulled out his phone and pressed “0”. Within three seconds, the screen displayed a live video feed.
“Coordinator R. Parish.”
“Yes, I’d like to hold a roundtable session on the NIATROSS. Profile subject: William Foster for the Vyrogen case. Full background investigation,” AJ said.
“Very well. One moment,” R. Parish said. The large flat panel screen at the front of the cabin energized and began to fill with information.
AJ smiled and looked at Albane for recognition.
She almost acquiesced a smile but instead said, “I’ll wake up Kalen. You see if you can reel in VanCleave from the depths of whatever mathematical ocean he’s trawling. It’s time to go to work.”
• • •
VYROGEN CASE—ROUND TABLE SESSION—NIATROSS
R. Parish—RS:Coordinator: “William Foster, thirty-four years old, born in Springfield, Illinois, to George H. Foster and Elisabeth Meyer. Graduated from Tulane University with a degree in economics. Currently resides in New York City. Employer of record: McEwen & Rogers, an advertising firm in Manhattan. Marital status: single.”
A. Archer—RS:Bio: “He’s in advertising?”
R. Parish—RS:Coordinator: “Yes. Is there a problem?”
A. Archer—RS:Bio: “No, I just assumed Foster worked in pharmaceuticals or biotech. I’m just surprised he’s in advertising, that’s all.”
K. Immel—RS:Physical: “I think we should start with casing his friends and family. The first person Foster will try to contact is someone he trusts. Identify this person and bingo, we have a road map to Foster.”
A. Mesnil—RS:Social: “I’m not so sure about that. The minute he broke out of Vyrogen’s Chiarek Norse facility, Foster went from being a research subject to a fugitive. It would be very unusual behavior for him to contact a friend or loved one in this scenario. In fact, the natural inclination for him would be to hide everything from his friends and family. Shield them. Foster wants to keep this little endeavor a secret. He will eventually want to go back to his old life—back to being good ol’ Will—except of course for the seven-figure bank account in the Caymans he sets up after his payoff.”
R. Parish—RS:Coordinator: “Excellent points, but Foster does not have family left to turn to. Both his parents are deceased. His mother died in an automobile accident in 1994, and his father passed away from a heart attack last year. Foster is an only child, has never been married, and has no children out of wedlock. By all accounts, he is alone and on his own.”
K. Immel—RS:Physical: “Then who’s been taking care of his personal affairs while he’s been a human guinea pig all these months?”
R. Parish—RS:Coordinator: “Foster assigned temporary power of attorney to a corporate trustee after he was placed in quarantine. This document was included in the packet of documents turned over to us by Ms. Morley. Also included was a confidentiality agreement, Vyrogen test program enrollment paperwork, a hold harmless waiver, an acceptance of experimental risks statement, as well as a generous compensation schedule to be paid by Vyrogen in exchange for Foster’s submission to experimental treatment in quarantine. All these documents are signed by Foster and appear to be legitimate.”
K. Immel—RS:Physical: “What about his apartment?”
R. Parish—RS:Coordinator: “His apartment rent, plus utilities and parking, were paid in advance for six months by Vyrogen. Part of the terms of the agreement.”
K. Immel—RS:Physical: “His job at his advertising firm?”
R. Parish—RS:Coordinator: “He was laid off four months before enrolling in the H1N1 vaccine study.”
A. Mesnil—RS:Social: “I want interviews with his supervisor and coworkers at McEwen and Rogers. Send a female RS:Social. In fact, send Rebecca Knight. I want confirmatory evidence for all of this. Also, find out who is his closest male colleague at the firm. I want two interviews with him: one at the office and one after working hours, somewhere private. Find out everything he knows. Was Foster in debt? If so, how much did he owe? What kind of guy is he? What accounts did he handle for his firm? Does he have ties to or contacts in the pharmaceutical, biotech, or government realms? What was he working on right before getting mixed up with Vyrogen? Did you get all of that, Coordinator?”
R. Parish—RS:Coordinator: “Yes. I’ll make it happen. What else?”
A. Archer—RS:Bio: “I think we should try to validate Meredith Morley’s story about the mutated H1N1 strain. I’ve never heard any mention of this in popular news or in scientific journals.”
R. Parish—RS:Coordinator: “Okay. I’ll add that to the list.”
A. Mesnil—RS:Social: “Next topic?”
K. Immel—RS:Physical: “The events of the theft and Foster’s next steps. Meredith seemed convinced that Foster was working with a powerful individual or corporation to steal the formula. If that’s true, Foster will be trying to contact that entity, turn over the product, and get paid.”
E. VanCleave—RS:Technical: “It’s all so inelegant. It doesn’t make sense.”
A. Mesnil—RS:Social: “What do you mean?”
E. VanCleave—RS:Technical: “Let’s assume Foster was hired by someone to steal the formula. Let’s further assume this someone is powerful and has resources at his or her disposal. Then why steal the formula like this? If I were the mastermind behind a plot to steal Vyrogen’s secret drug, then I would have deployed other agents and technology so, that at the end of the research trial, my mole could walk out of quarantine with the formula secretly in hand. Why make a public spectacle of it? It’s too clumsy to have gone down like this on purpose.”
K. Immel—RS:Physical: “Good point. Why would Foster have ever signed onto this gig if he thought he was going to be the fall guy?”
A. Archer—RS:Bio: “Maybe his hand was forced. Maybe Vyrogen learned about the plot, and he had to act immediately or he would lose his window of opportunity.”
A. Mesnil—RS:Social: “And if we follow that line of reasoning, then Foster taking the plague sample was probably an impromptu decision. Think insurance policy—it may be the only leverage he has. If the authorities corner him, he can threaten to release the agent. If the buyer tries to screw him, he can threaten to release the agent. It’s what I’d do.”
E. VanCleave—RS:Technical: “That’s good, Social, I hadn’t thought of that.”
K. Immel—RS:Physical: “Regardless of his motive, one thing is certain, Foster is a man on the run, and he needs help. I think we should focus on identifying his accomplice. If I were in his shoes, the first thing I would do is contact my Daddy Warbucks, tell him to ‘show me the money,’ and then get my ass on a plane out of the country. We should brainstorm the most likely candidates for Daddy Warbucks. Who has the most to gain from stealing Vyrogen’s miracle drug?”
A. Mesnil—RS:Social: “According to Archer, we should be looking at a list of biotech companies capable of creating the mutated strain of H1N1 that Foster was reportedly infected with.”
E. VanCleave—RS:Technical: “I can shorten that list considerably based on the probability matrix I constructed. We should begin our search by focusing on pharmaceutical companies in direct competition with Vyrogen for BioShield funding.”
K. Immel—RS:Physical: “What is BioShield?”
E. VanCleave—RS:Technical: “Mr. Parish, can you please brief the team on Project BioShield?”
R. Parish—RS:Coordinator: “On July 21, 2004, President George W. Bush signed into law Project BioShield. The Project’s stated purpose is to provide funding for new medical countermeasures against chemical, biological, radiological and nuclear threats. The stakes: five and a half billion dollars of appropriated funds for the purchase of countermeasures against the most deadly biological agents, including smallpox, anthrax, plague, and others.” Project funding is managed by the Biomedical Advanced Research and Development Authority, or BARDA.”
A. Archer—RS:Bio: “I remember hearing something about this. Didn’t Congress just reallocate a portion of the BioShield funding?”
R. Parish—RS:Coordinator: “Yes, approximately one and a half billion has be reallocated. To date, two and half billion dollars has been contracted, and of that amount nearly one billion has gone exclusively to the manufacture of anthrax vaccines. Which leaves roughly one and half billion remaining.”
A. Archer—RS:Bio: “The article I read stated that one of the criticisms of the program is that no broad-spectrum countermeasures have emerged from the efforts to date.”
R. Parish—RS:Coordinator: “That is correct. Our research shows that since its inception, all BioShield contracts have been allocated to specific threat agents. In the industry, this is commonly referred to as the ‘One Bug, One Drug’ approach.”
K. Immel—RS:Physical: “No wonder Morley is so hot and bothered.”
A. Mesnil—RS:Social: “Kalen, be serious.”
K. Immel—RS:Physical: “I am serious. She’s mad at work on a supposed cure-all drug, and before she can swoop in and claim all of what’s left of BioShield for Vyrogen, Congress starts stealing from the honey pot.”
A. Archer—RS:Bio: “He’s right. If Vyrogen really has discovered something that combats a range of viruses and bacteria, then the federal government has no reason to spread the wealth. Why continue to follow the One Bug, One Drug approach, when you could invest all the remaining funds in one silver bullet? Just like Parish said, BioShield hasn’t awarded a single contract to a broad-spectrum countermeasure. If what Meredith Morley told us is true, then Vyrogen’s product would be the first.”
E. VanCleave—RS:Technical: “If I were Vyrogen, I’d negotiate to use BioShield money to fund the remaining clinical testing for my miracle drug. Then, in addition to my government contract, I’d have an FDA-approved product I could turn around and sell in the private sector for tens of billions of dollars.”
A. Mesnil—RS:Social: “This product is like Excalibur. Whoever possesses it holds the power to rule Camelot. In this case, Camelot is the global market share for therapeutics associated with infectious disease.”
A. Archer—RS:Bio: “I think we have a working theory.”
E. VanCleave—RS:Technical: “Coordinator, we need a list of names, Director Level and above, in every company that competes with Vyrogen in the infectious disease and vaccine sector.”
R. Parish—RS:Coordinator: “Understood. Any other instructions?”
A. Mesnil—RS:Social: “Give us everything you have on Meredith Morley. I’m not ready to rule out her involvement.”
R. Parish—RS:Coordinator: “I’m sorry Ms. Mesnil, but Meredith Morley’s personal file is restricted access. Founder Level only.”
A. Mesnil—RS:Social: “What? On whose authority?”
R. Parish—RS:Coordinator: “Founder One. I’m sorry but you’ll have to take this matter up directly with Founder One.”
A. Mesnil—RS:Social: “Understood. While we’re waiting on the data to come back to us, we should focus on locating Foster before his trail goes cold. The first step is to—”
R. Parish—RS:Coordinator: “Excuse my interruption, but I just received a report from one of our assets in Prague that three individuals have checked into a hospital in Prague exhibiting plaguelike symptoms. They were immediately placed into quarantine and are undergoing further testing.”
K. Immel—RS:Physical: “Looks like Foster’s trail has just heated up.”
A. Mesnil—RS:Social: “Mr. Parish, please make the necessary transportation arrangements upon our landing. Interviewing the infected witnesses is our number one priority . . . that is, if they’re still alive by the time we get there.”