Peter T. Deutermann - Zero Option

ZERO OPTION by P.T. Deuterma

This book is dedicated to the proposition that the only real deterrent to the use of chemical weapons against this country is if this country possesses its own chemical weapons arsenal, along with the will to use them in retaliation. Treaties, conventions, and promises to the contrary are nothing more than lethal illusions.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I would like to thank Colley and George of the excellent Blood Mountain Cabins for a perspective on the north Georgia mountains area, Jane from the Georgia DFACS for her insights on state orphanages, Del Ward and Cliff Chandler for their continuing media support of my work, Sandy, Aubrey, and Cathy for their very helpful first readings, and, as always, Carol Edwards for her excellent copy editing. While the names of the military organizations and facilities in this book are real, I have taken some extravagant literary liberties in describing them and their operating procedures in order to enhance the dramatic structure of, the story. Any resemblance of the characters in this book to real persons, civilian or military, is unintentional and entirely coincidental.

PTD

ZERO OPTION

THURSDAY, THE DEFENSE REUTILIZATION AND MARKETING OFFICE (DRMO), ATLANTA, GEORGIA, 9:00 P.M.

Wendell Carson sat at his desk in the managers office wondering if he should go out to his truck and get his gun. He just knew Lambry was coming in to shake him down for more money. Should he confront Lambry, see if he could scare him into backing off? Or just play along and figure some way out of it later?

He swiveled around in his chair. Bud Lambry was an Alabama hillbilly: a long, lanky, tobacco-chewing, mush mouthed, mean-eyed sumbitch. Hed been Carsons spotter in the warehouses for eight years, and Andy Whites before that. Lets face it, he thought, Bud Lambry isnt going to scare so good, so use your damn brains: Play alongwith whatever he wants, then run some kind of con on him. Lambry cant know what the cylinder is worth, so keep him in the dark. Agree to more moneyanythingto keep him quiet for just a few more days until the deal goes through. After that, he didnt care what Lambry might say, think, or do. Wendell Carson, erstwhile manager of the Atlanta DRMO, would have a million bucks in his pocket and would be down the road and gone. That said, he wouldnt mind having his .38 in his middle drawer just now.

He looked at his watch and then heard someone coming down the main hallway of the admin building. A moment later, Bud Lambry let himself in, his suspicious eyes sweeping the office to make sure they were alone.

Evening, Bud, Carson said, not getting up. You said we needed to talk?

Yeah, we do, Lambry said, going over to the window and taking a quick look through the Venetian blinds into the parking lot. Then he turned around and gave Carson a hard look. That thang,4hat red thang, how much they gonna give fer it?

I dont know yet, Bud, Carson lied. Theyre excited about it, but theyre a little antsy, too, seeing what it is.

But they gonna deal?

Oh, I think so. If they dont, Im not sure what the hell we can do with it. But whats the problem now?

Problems money, Bud said, a crafty gleam in his eye. He walked over to the desk and shook his arms out, as if he were preparing to take some kind of physical action. He leaned down, putting both his hands on the desk. Carson could smell him, an amalgam of sweat and tobacco. That thangs gotta be worth a whole shitpot full a money.

Carson smiled. And let me guessyou want a bigger cut, seeing this things special. And youre the one who found it.

Damn straight. We aint never lifted nothin like thisn before.

Carson nodded, pretending to think about it. Then he nodded again. I agree, Bud. This things going to be worth a small fortune. In fact, its so big that Im thinking about just clearing the hell out of here once the deal goes through. First, because the money is going to be major, and second, because the heat is going to be major once the Army finds out its missing. Yeah, Bud said, relaxing a little. Reckon I might do likewise.

Hows half sound, Bud? After all, you were the one who found it.

Lambry blinked. He had obviously planned to ask for -half and settle for whatever he could get. Carson had surprised him. But then Lambrys eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Okay, he said. An I wanna be there, it goes down.

No problem, Bud. In fact, I need you there. For the money this things going to bring, I wouldnt mind some backup, you know what I mean?

Bud straightened back up. All right, then, he said. You lemme know.

Them boys give us enny bullshit, Ill fixer asses good. I got me some guns.

Theyve never stiffed us before. No reason to think they will now.

Lambry looked at him, trying to figure out what Carsons angle was. Ive been too agreeable, Carson thought. Should have haggled a little. Lambry looked down at the floor for a second, and then back at Carson, a hard look in his eyes.

And yew, he said, dont yew be thinkin you cin run enny damn tricks, Carson. I want whuts mine.

Im going to make the arrangements tomorrow, Carson said as smoothly as he could. Lambry had a violent streak that had gotten him in trouble twice before down in the warehouses. He was known to carry a knife, and he wasnt shy about pulling it.

Carson got up to indicate this little farce was, over. He already had an idea of how to dupe Lambry. Ill catch you on the late shift in demil tomorrow night. Let you know what they decide. But remember now, not a word to anyone.

Lambry snorted. Aint never run my mouth, and thats a damn fact. Then he left, slamming the door.

Carson exhaled and sat back down. Fucking Lambry had been getting bolder and bolder lately. He would have to do something, although he wasnt sure what that would be. Wendell Carson was no Andy White. Big Andy would have ambushed Lambry with a two-by-four down in the warehouses one afternoon and beat the shit out of him.

He gave Lambry ten minutes to clear the building, and then he got up and locked his office door. He adjusted the blinds and checked the parking lot, but his truck was the only vehicle left out there. Then he walked over to the wall-length bookcase and reached up behind the three-ring binders on the top shelf. He withdrew the prize: a heavy red plastic tube, four feet long, about four inches in diameter, and covered with stenciled lettering, all U. S. Army alphabet soup. There were four stainless-steel snaps at each end of the tube. Inside was the actual cylinder, itself also stainless steel, and sealed at each end with wide knurled caps. The whole assembly weighed about fifteen pounds.

Carson stared down at it. He had no idea what all the nomenclature meant, specifically, but when hed read it over the phone to Tangent, his client in Washington, and told him where the cylinder had come from, Tangent had reacted as if hed been hit by a brick. Tangent had gotten back to him in literally five minutes, offering $1 million in cash. Just like that. And now Brother Bud thought he was going to get half.

In your dreams, Cracker, Carson thought. This thing right here is the holy grail. Wendell Carsons main chance. Whod have thought it? he mused as he put the red tube carefully back up on the bookcase. After all these years of skimming the surplus auctions, hed hit the jackpot with a cylinder of nerve gas.

FRIDAY, HEADQUARTERS OF THE DEFENSE CRIMINAL INVESTIGATIVE SERVICE (DCIS), WASHINGTON, D. C., NOON

Senior Investigator David Stafford stood out in the hallway with his boss, Colonel Parsons, and listened impassively to the sentence of exile.

Atlanta, Georgia, Dave. There are worse places in this world.

Stafford nodded his head. slowly, not looking at Parsons or at any of the people passing them in the busy hallway.

And you know Im doing this to save your ass, dont you? Ray Sparks is the southeastern regional supervisor. You and he go back. Hes willing to stash you there, no questions, no bullshit. You go down there, you work this DRMO auction thing, and you keep a low profile. Get your arm well, get Alice and the divorce off your mind, and then well bring you back once everybody up here calms down.