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Ten miles from Twin Oaks on a remote hillside a small solar-powered analogue seismograph picked up the tremor and automatically transmitted it through its antenna, using the Southern California Seismic Net work. It was relayed to the central computer facility in the seismology laboratory on the Caltech campus in Pasadena, Los Angeles. Here the data was instantly converted into a digital format so that computers could read, process and store it.
A technician responded to a data-arrival signal and isolated it for examination. The graph displayed an unusual peak and, using the vector capabilities formed by two other seismographs that had also picked up the tremor, he plotted the location.
A colleague working on the other side of the room who had also heard the data alarm looked up from his computer monitor. ‘What was it?’ he asked.
‘It wasn’t a fault tremor – it’s a mile from the nearest fault line. Looks like it was an explosion, same as the peaks from Lanser’s quarry but nowhere near it.’
‘Where was it?’
‘Twin Oaks, near Caliente.’
‘That’s way out in the boonies. Maybe someone’s liquor still blew up,’ the other guy said with a chuckle.
‘I guess,’ the first technician agreed. He saved the data and went back to his work.
Stratton set about preparing what he needed for the next phase, which was the construction of the detonators. But he was missing one essential ingredient that he would have to get later that evening. He spent the next few hours cutting the narrow plastic pipe into three-inch lengths and then sat down to study the construction blueprints of Skender’s building.
A large part of the special forces explosives course that he had attended had been dedicated to studying structures and identifying their weaknesses and fulcrums, points where the minimum amount of explosive would have the greatest effect. Stratton was encouraged to discover that Skender’s architect had used a great deal of suspension in his design: much of the building’s support relied on a huge pillar that ran up its centre like a tent pole. Had the designer used a wigwam construction where the building was supported by its sides it would have made his job more compli-cated because the primary stress locations would have been more spread out and difficult to reach on the outside shell of the pyramid. As it was, the primary supports hinged off the central pillar, making it sturdier against earthquakes and relying heavily on a system of centralised strength.
The rest of Stratton’s explosives course had dealt with the manu facture of a range of volatile com pounds, the different uses of low (gunpowder, for example) and high explosives, various types of booby traps, and mathematical formulas for calculating the precise amount of explosives required to cut steel and con-crete, as well as the best shape into which a charge should be formed for maximum effect. In the old days saboteurs had used the more simple formula of ‘P for plenty’ but with the development of plastic explosives scientists and mathematicians began to take a greater interest in the subject. Plastic explosives, which were basically RDX mixed with plasticisers, were not only pliable but very stable compared to TNT. They could be cut with a knife for precision work, could literally be thrown around and even set light to, be it only in small quantities at a time. But they could be detonated with a hammer blow.
The most important factor in the creation of precise cutting formulas, as far as special forces were concerned, was that exact amounts of explosives could be calculated for given jobs, allowing saboteurs to carry less and blow up larger and more complex targets. Such as steel girder bridges: in the old days large – and hence heavy – amounts of the more unstable TNT were placed against main supports to blow them to smithereens. But it had required large teams to carry the stuff into enemy territory whereas rela-tively small amounts of PE4, or C4, and even less Super-X, precisely shaped and placed to cut specific girders, could do the same job.
Each time Stratton studied the plans for Skender’s pyramid he saw more and more possibilities and his familiarity with the building increased.
As darkness descended Stratton decided to make a move since it would take a good hour or so to get to his destination and a hot fast-food meal on the way sounded appealing. He climbed into the truck and backed out of the barn. An hour and a half later he arrived at a large town called Simi Valley north of LA, pulled into a side road and killed the engine. He took one of the bottles of nitric acid off the seat, placed it in his backpack, climbed out and walked up the road.
The bars were still open and traffic was light and although he was the only pedestrian in sight it wasn’t an ungodly hour to be walking through a neighbourhood.
He turned a corner onto a street where houses lined one side and a large warehouse behind a chain fence occupied the other. A large floodlit sign on the side of the building declared that it was the Avion Corporation. Below it another sign warned of security alarms and armed response. Avion’s advertisement in the Yellow Pages described it as the largest model-kit warehouse in California, specialising in model aircraft and spare parts. The street was intermittently lit where the houses were but beyond them it was relatively dark.
Stratton stopped in the darkest patch and checked around. Then he quickly scaled the fence, dropped over the other side and moved into the shadows.
After waiting for several minutes to watch the road and the houses for any sign of movement he made his way along the edge of the warehouse to a collection of dumpsters against its side. Another quick scan around showed that the coast was clear. He climbed onto a dumpster, reached for the edge of the roof and pulled himself up. It was as difficult as he had anticipated with the weight on his back but after a struggle he got a leg up on the gutter and hauled himself onto the gently sloping roof.
Stratton kept on his belly to avoid being silhouetted, removed his pack and the bottle of acid inside and pulled on the rubber gloves. The outer layer of the roof was made of bitumen sheeting and using his knife he cut out a man-size square to expose the next layer, which was made of a heavy-duty composite. A weakness of most commercial premises was the roof since security companies usually only fitted the doors and windows with alarms. Motion detectors inside were also generally unpopular in warehouses because most such buildings had rodents of some sort in them and the animals could knock things off shelves. Also, birds often wandered inside, and that rendered the cheaper systems useless, sometimes for weeks until the creature eventually escaped or died. But since ordin ary burglars rarely gained entry through the roof because of the degree of difficulty it was not a major issue.
Stratton unscrewed the bottle cap and carefully began to pour the powerful acid onto the composite. It reacted immediately and within a few seconds he was able to poke through the softened material with his knife to form the same size of hole as he had cut in the bitumen. Below the composite lay thick fibre insulation and the remaining acid quickly ate through it and through the thin ceiling sheeting below that.
Stratton pushed the eroded mess through into the warehouse, took out his small flashlight and shone it inside. He was directly above a stack of shelving, which was not a coincidence. The advertisement picture of the inside of the warehouse showed it crowded with rows of shelving the length of the building on both sides.
He dropped his pack onto the top shelf and lowered himself through the hole to land beside it. The shelves were sturdy enough to support several tons and he grabbed his pack, let it drop a good twenty feet to the floor and scurried down the supports.
Stratton’s flashlight soon located the model-aircraft section and from there a more detailed search produced what he was looking for: a stack of four-channel radio receivers, each the size of a penny. They were advertised at $14.99 apiece. If he’d had enough money he would have bought them but he’d been left a little short after all the other purchases. Two shelves above there were several unopened boxes containing fifty receivers each. Stratton helped himself to two and placed them in his backpack. Further down the aisle was a selection of transmitters and he helped himself to the most expensive one. Next on the list were batteries. These he found two aisles down, along with some wire-strippers and a box of electrical tape. A couple of minutes later he was scaling the shelving back towards the hole in the roof.
The roads were quiet on the way back and as Stratton passed the now familiar Bakersfield industrial estate where he had made purchases the day before he questioned the wisdom of this next burglary at such a late hour. There was no traffic around in the estate so he’d be conspicuous in the old truck and there were bound to be security patrols. He was going to have to take a bit of a walk.
He parked in a residential street across from the estate’s perimeter and emptied his backpack. Then he got a pickaxe he had taken from the mine’s tool shed and moved across the road and into the estate.
He broke into a jog, keeping close to the buildings and avoiding well-lit areas until he arrived at Alan’s Chemicals.
A chain secured the large hangar doors at the front of the warehouse and although it was poorly lit Stratton made his way round to the back to play it as safe as possible. As he slipped into the shadows a pair of headlights slowly rounded a corner and headed up the road towards him. Stratton watched as they drew closer to see that it was a security patrol. The car maintained a slow speed, cruised past and continued up the road and out of sight.
Stratton continued round to the back of the building and to a door with a heavy padlock on it. The place was completely dark and run-down. The rear looked even shabbier than the front, with junk and empty containers strewn all over the place. As soon as he had realised that he could not afford the amount of mercury that he needed, he had looked at the warehouse with a view to breaking into it. Considering the condition it was in, he’d had a hunch that there wouldn’t be much in the way of security. An inspection of the rear door showed that it was old and loose and pulled out a good two inches against the padlock, making a functioning alarm pad impossible – any movement such as one caused by a gust of wind would set it off and an alarm company would have insisted that the door would have to be replaced with a sturdy one.
Stratton placed the pick behind the padlock latch and heaved it up. The old wood gave way easily and the entire latch dropped to the ground. Stratton put down the pickaxe, opened the door and quickly checked around the frame for an alarm pad, just in case. But as he’d suspected there was none.
He closed the door behind him and moved quickly, walking past the shelving and searching with his flashlight as he went. Halfway along the first set of untidy shelves he found an open box containing a dozen or so small bottles labelled ‘Mercury Metal’. He pocketed half a dozen and was about to head back when he saw a can of latex. It was something that he had considered at the outset and then changed his mind about since it was on the non-essential list. But now that it was here in front of him he took it.
As he reached the back door to leave he saw a couple of emergency gas masks hanging from a hook, something that he had overlooked during the initial procurement stage but which the acid fumes had reminded him of. He helped himself to one.
Once outside, Stratton took a moment to shove everything into his pack. Then he made his way back along the side of the warehouse, retracing his footsteps to the pick-up. Half an hour later he was following the Caliente River once again, heading back to Twin Oaks.
On arrival at the hairpin junction he killed his lights and slowly followed the track by moonlight back to the mine. As he parked back inside the barn he decided to grab a few hours’ sleep since, if all went well, he would complete his preparations by late afternoon the following day and be ready to make the move back to LA. Skender’s official building opening was scheduled for two days ahead. Stratton aimed to be there to make his contribution to the ceremony.