Chapters (145)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Part One: Acts of War
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Part Two: By the Rivers Dark
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-one
- Chapter Thirty-two
- Chapter Thirty-three
- Chapter Thirty-four
- Chapter Thirty-five
- Chapter Thirty-six
- Chapter Thirty-seven
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Chapter Thirty-nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-one
- Chapter Forty-two
- Chapter Forty-three
- Chapter Forty-four
- Chapter Forty-five
- Interlude One
- Chapter Forty-six
- Chapter Forty-seven
- Interlude Two
- Chapter Forty-eight
- Chapter Forty-nine
- Interlude Three
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-one
- Interlude Four
- Chapter Fifty-two
- Chapter Fifty-three
- Chapter Fifty-four
- Chapter Fifty-five
- Chapter Fifty-six
- Interlude Five
- Part Three: The Blood of Angels
- Chapter Fifty-seven
- Chapter Fifty-eight
- Interlude Six
- Chapter Fifty-nine
- Interlude Seven
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-one
- Chapter Sixty-two
- Interlude Eight
- Chapter Sixty-three
- Chapter Sixty-four
- Chapter Sixty-five
- Chapter Sixty-six
- Chapter Sixty-seven
- Interlude Nine
- Chapter Sixty-eight
- Chapter Sixty-nine
- Chapter Seventy
- Chapter Seventy-one
- Chapter Seventy-two
- Chapter Seventy-three
- Interlude Ten
- Chapter Seventy-four
- Chapter Seventy-five
- Chapter Seventy-six
- Chapter Seventy-seven
- Chapter Seventy-eight
- Chapter Seventy-nine
- Chapter Eighty
- Chapter Eighty-one
- Chapter Eighty-two
- Chapter Eighty-three
- Chapter Eighty-four
- Chapter Eighty-five
- Chapter Eighty-six
- Chapter Eighty-seven
- Chapter Eighty-eight
- Chapter Eighty-nine
- Chapter Ninety
- Chapter Ninety-one
- Chapter Ninety-two
- Chapter Ninety-three
- Chapter Ninety-four
- Chapter Ninety-five
- Chapter Ninety-six
- Chapter Ninety-seven
- Chapter Ninety-eight
- Chapter Ninety-nine
- Chapter One Hundred
- Chapter One Hundred One
- Chapter One Hundred Two
- Chapter One Hundred Three
- Chapter One Hundred Four
- Chapter One Hundred Five
- Chapter One Hundred Six
- Chapter One Hundred Seven
- Chapter One Hundred Eight
- Chapter One Hundred Nine
- Chapter One Hundred Ten
- Chapter One Hundred Eleven
- Chapter One Hundred Twelve
- Chapter One Hundred Thirteen
- Chapter One Hundred Fourteen
- Chapter One Hundred Fifteen
- Chapter One Hundred Sixteen
- Chapter One Hundred Seventeen
- Chapter One Hundred Eighteen
- Chapter One Hundred Nineteen
- Chapter One Hundred Twenty
- Chapter One Hundred Twenty-one
- Chapter One Hundred Twenty-two
- Chapter One Hundred Twenty-three
- Chapter One Hundred Twenty-four
- Chapter One Hundred Twenty-five
- Epilogue
- Also by Jonathan Maberry
- About the Author
Zero point was the last spot where Abdul’s spies had been able to penetrate and add to the map. Based on the original design plans of the refinery, there should be four hundred yards of corridor and several utility rooms there.
We rounded another bend and encountered two problems at the same time.
The corridor ended forty feet beyond the turn. Not in a closed door but in a flat brick wall. There were doors along the side of the corridor, however, and one stood ajar as four security officers stepped out into the hall.
They glanced at me and Lydia and Ghost.
The guards were all low-ranking patrol officers, the kind who were too far down on the pecking order to know if I was part of the staff or not. Unfortunately the other guy wore the bars of a major in the Iranian security forces. The top ranking officer in the whole refinery was a major with big eyes and buck teeth. He ignored Lydia—who was pretending to look at the floor—and pointed at me.
“You!” he said.
One word, but he said it in a way that we all knew was going to be trouble.
Damn.
Chapter One Hundred Five
Chapter One Hundred Five
Arklight Camp
Outskirts of Tehran
June 16, 5:31 a.m.
Church put the call on speakerphone. Lilith bent to listen.
“Remember I told you that I thought this whole thing might be part of a doomsday cult?” asked Circe. “We all dismissed it because those kinds of cults are usually small and underfunded. Now I think I was right the first time.”
“Tell me,” said Church.
“When MindReader used the math code on the two anomalous pages Rasouli gave us, we think we found something. These are scans, of course, but from ultra-high-res analysis they don’t appear to use the same materials as the other pages. Toomey down in handwriting analysis tells me they were written with a fine-point gel pen, not a quill, fountain pen, or brush, which Voynich and the Book are.”
“This is modern?”
“This is recent. This is what we’re looking for. Rasouli had it but apparently couldn’t translate it. One page includes records of a purchase of eight nuclear devices. The five we’re already targeting and three we can’t locate. According to the records, the locations were picked by mutual agreement back in 1999, a year before the devices were purchased. The money was paid to black marketers in Kazakhstan in August 2001. The process of taking possession of them and delivering them to the refineries was slowed by everything that happened after 9/11. We also have the contact information for the black marketers, so we can target them whenever we want.”