The man to his right was a good foot shorter, but Japanese, thank God. While Randi had redyed her hair black and used makeup to color the skin on her face, it was only enough to fool a casual observer with very bad eyesight. He’d have to be their point man for all things public. The rest of them would be forced to move around at night, keeping to secondary roads. If spotted in this rural setting, they’d garner a lot of interest from the widely scattered locals.

“Any brilliant ideas?” she asked, continuing into the room.

Everyone turned toward her and she shook hands with the tall blond man. “You must be Vanya. Pleasure.”

“The pleasure is mine, Randi. I am looking forward to working with you.” His accent was a little vague. Eastern European for certain, but she couldn’t place the region. Probably by design.

Turning to the man next to him, she gave a short bow. “And you’re Reiji. An honor.”

He returned the bow but didn’t say anything. Hopefully because he was the quiet type and not because Japanese was his only language.

Finally, she gave a nod to the Iverses. “Congratulations on the wedding. Sorry I couldn’t be there.”

They both responded with an understanding shrug.

As she looked into their faces, she wasn’t really sure what to think. They were only five in all and two were completely unknown to her. The fact that they had Fred Klein’s confidence meant a lot but she still preferred working with people she’d seen in action. Or at least knew by reputation.

“I take it you’ve all been briefed on the nanotech we’re concerned with?”

Nods all around.

She leaned over the map and tapped a red dot in the center of the island. “We believe that the weapon’s being developed here at a nuclear storage facility bored through the side of a mountain.” She slid her finger along a thin line. “This represents the only road in. Everything else is steep and densely wooded. There’s a relatively flat section to the south of the facility that’s bordered by a deep canyon, with steep but negotiable walls. The nearest population center is a small village about forty miles east.”

She pulled out her phone and brought up a photo. “This is the entrance. Call it five meters in diameter. The bottom’s been flattened and there are rails leading inside. It’s about a kilometer through the cavern before you get to the main blast doors.”

She swiped to a second photo. “Here you can see the chain-link fence that surrounds the facility. Four meters high, topped with razor wire. Beyond the obvious cameras, the one guard is the only security visible.”

“Can we assume that there’s a lot that’s not so visible?” Karen asked.

“Definitely. But I can’t say what it is.”