people from history who could, so it’s likely that their ancestors—and descendants—also had the gene. But nobody knows who they are.”
“And it’s not exactly easy to test for ’em,” said Eddie. “Hey, would you mind holding these statues to see if they levitate and you have visions? Might raise a few questions.”
“Exactly. Which is why you, Dr. Wilde, are so important to the Group’s plans—and why Harald Glas is determined to kill you to stop them.”
The reminder that she was still a target placed a cold stone in Nina’s stomach. “Why is Glas so opposed to you? Victor Dalton said he used to be a member of the Group.”
Warden’s permanent scowl somehow managed to deepen. “Dalton,” he said distastefully. “I’m hoping to have some news about him soon. But yes, Harald was one of us—until a few months ago. Your discovery of all three statues meant that a plan we’d thought of as merely a contingency, a kind of best-case scenario, suddenly had the potential to become very real. He was opposed to it. Violently opposed.”
“Why?” Nina demanded. “And what is this plan of yours?”
He leaned forward. “Unlimited power. If we can harness earth energy, then it ends at a stroke our reliance on fossil fuels, and thus the conflicts over control of them. Oil, coal, gas—they become unnecessary if you have limitless power generated by the planet itself.”
“So that’s why Glas has a problem with it,” said Nina, making the connection. “It’d put him out of business.”
The not-quite-smile returned. “Precisely. Harnessing earth energy would be a paradigm shift on a par with the invention of the automobile—and if your livelihood back then was making buggy whips, you’d very soon be out of business. But if an angry buggy whip maker had assassinated Henry Ford, some other car manufacturer would have taken his place. In your case, though … you’re irreplaceable.”
“Wait, so this guy wants me dead just to protect his profits?” Nina cried. “Oh that’s great. Yay for capitalism!”
“We can provide you with full protection. You’re very important to us.” The old man sat back. “So that’s the Group’s plan, Dr. Wilde. As to how it can be accomplished, that depends entirely on your cooperation. And yours, Mr. Chase. You said that this was about the statues. That’s true—they’re a vital part of what we hope to achieve.” He turned back to Nina. “If you were to help us, you would use the statues to locate what the Atlanteans called the sky stone—a meteorite, of course, but one composed of a naturally superconducting material that channels earth energy. Once we have it, we’ll be able to build power stations around the world at confluence points. Not only that, but the potential of a diamagnetic material that can be made to levitate without needing a power source is incalculable. It would revolutionize air travel, for a start—aircraft could be made completely pollution-free.”
“And what about the, ah, biological aspects?” asked Nina. “I can’t exactly travel the world nonstop laying hands on your power plants to make them work. I kinda have plans of my own.”
“You won’t have to. If you give us a blood sample, we’ll be able to sequence your DNA to isolate the specific gene that allows you to cause the effect. With your permission, of course,” Warden added. “Once we have that, it can be implanted into some other organism. It doesn’t even have to be an animal—a plant might work, even bacteria.”
“Hear that, love?” said Eddie. “You can be replaced by a bucket of germs.”
She gave him a sarcastic look. “If that’s what turns you on …”
A low buzz came from Warden’s jacket, and he took out a phone. “Yes?” he barked into it. “Where we discussed? Excellent. What channel?” He disconnected and touched a control on his armrest. Part of the polished wood hinged upward, a small television screen rising smoothly out of it. He turned it to face Nina and Eddie. “I think you’ll enjoy this.”
A news channel came on, showing the entrance to what looked like a restaurant. The crawl at the bottom of the screen read ARRESTED BY FBI. BREAKING NEWS: FORMER PRESID … As they watched, four suited men bustled another out of the door.
Even though their prisoner was trying to hide his face from the waiting TV camera, he was instantly recognizable. Victor Dalton.
A breathless female newscaster attempted to keep up with the story. “These pictures, taken just minutes ago, show FBI agents removing former US president Victor Dalton from a