Sidney Sheldon - The Doomsday Conspiracy

I wish to express my appreciation to James J. Hurtak, Ph.D, and his wife Desiree, for making available to me their invaluable technical expertise.

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Ancient Chinese curse

Uetendorf, Switzerland

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 14TH, 1550 HOURS

The witnesses standing at the edge of the field were staring in horrified silence, too stunned to speak. The scene that lay before them was grotesque, a primeval nightmare dredged up from some deep, dark depths of primitive mans collective unconscious. Each witness had a different reaction. One fainted. A second one vomited. A woman was shaking uncontrollably. Another one thought: Im going to have a heart attack! The elderly priest clutched his beads and crossed himself. Help me, Father. Help us all. Protect us against this evil incarnate. We have finally seen the face of Satan. It is the end of the world. Judgement Day has come.

Armageddon is here Armageddon Armageddon

Sunday, October 14th, 2100 Hours

FLASH MESSAGE

TOP SECRET ULTRA

NSA TO DEPUTY DIRECTOR COMSEC

EYES ONLY

SUBJECT: OPERATION DOOMSDAY

MESSAGE: ACTIVATE

NOTIFY NORAD, CIRVIS, GEPAN, DIS, GHG, VSAF, INS

END OF MESSAGE

Sunday, October 14th, 2115 Hours

FLASH MESSAGE

TOP SECRET ULTRA

NSA TO DEPUTY DIRECTOR

NAVAL INTELLIGENCE 17TH DISTRICT

EYES ONLY

SUBJECT: COMMANDER ROBERT BELLAMY

ARRANGE TEMPORARY TRANSFER THIS AGENCY,

EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY.

YOUR CONCURRENCE IN THE ABOVE IS ASSUMED

END OF MESSAGE

Day One

Monday, October 15th

He was back in the crowded hospital ward at Cu Chi Base in Vietnam, and Susan was leaning over his bed, lovely in her crisp, white nurses uniform, whispering, Wake up, sailor. You dont want to die.

And when he heard the magic of her voice, he could almost forget his pain. She was murmuring something else in his ear, but a loud bell was ringing and he could not hear her clearly. He reached up to pull her closer and his hands clutched empty air.

It was the sound of the telephone that brought Robert Bellamy fully awake. He opened his eyes reluctantly, not wanting to let go of the dream. The telephone at his bedside was insistent. He looked at the clock. Four a.m. He snatched up the telephone, angry at having his dream interrupted. Do you know what the hell time it is?

Commander Bellamy? A deep, male voice.

Yes

I have a message for you, Commander. You are ordered to report to General Hilliard at National Security Agency Headquarters at Fort Meade at 0600 this morning. Is the message understood, Commander?

Yes. And no. Mostly no.

Commander Robert Bellamy slowly replaced the receiver, puzzled. What the devil could NSA want with him? He was assigned to ONI, Office of Naval Intelligence. And what could be urgent enough to call for a meeting at six oclock in the morning? He lay down again and closed his eyes, trying to recapture the dream. It had been so real. He knew, of course, what had triggered it. Susan had telephoned the evening before.

Robert

The sound of her voice did to him what it always did. He took a shaky breath. Hello, Susan.

Are you all right, Robert?

Sure. Fantastic. Hows Moneybags?

Please, dont.

All right. Hows Monte Banks?

He could not bring himself to say your husband. He was her husband.

Hes fine. I just wanted to tell you that were going to be away for a little while. I didnt want you to worry.

That was so like her, so Susan. He fought to keep his voice steady. Where are you going this time?

Were flying to Brazil.

On Moneybags private 727.

Monte has some business interests there.

Really? I thought he owned the country.

Stop it, Robert. Please.

Sorry.

There was a pause. I wish you sounded better.

If you were here, I would.

I want you to find someone wonderful and be happy.

I did find someone wonderful, Susan. The damned lump in his throat made it difficult for him to speak. And do you know what happened? I lost her.

If youre going to do this, I wont call you again.

He was filled with sudden panic. Dont say that. Please. She was his lifeline. He could not bear the thought of never speaking to her again. He tried to sound cheerful. Im going to go out and find some luscious blonde and screw us both to death.

I want you to find someone.

I promise.

Im concerned about you, darling.

No need. Im really fine. He almost gagged on his lie. If she only knew the truth. But it was nothing he could bring himself to discuss with anyone. Especially Susan. He could not bear the thought of her pity.

Ill telephone you from Brazil, Susan said.

There was a long silence. They could not let go of each other, because there was too much to say, too many things that were better left unsaid, that had to be left unsaid.

I have to go now, Robert.

Susan?

Yes?

I love you, baby. I always will.

I know. I love you too, Robert.

And that was the bittersweet irony of it. They still loved each other so much.

You two have the perfect marriage, all their friends used to say. What had gone wrong?

Commander Robert Bellamy got out of bed, and walked through the silent living room in his bare feet. The room screamed out Susans absence. There were dozens of photographs of Susan and himself scattered around, frozen moments in time. The two of them fishing in the Highlands of Scotland, standing in front of a Buddha near a Thai klong, riding a carriage in the rain through the Borghese gardens in Rome. And in each picture they were smiling and hugging, two people wildly in love.

He went into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. The kitchen clock read 4:15. He hesitated a moment, then dialled a number. There were six rings, and finally he heard Admiral Whittakers voice at the other end of the line. Hello.

Admiral

Yes?

Its Robert. Im terribly sorry to wake you, sir. I just had a rather strange phone call from the National Security Agency.

NSA? What did they want?

I dont know. Ive been ordered to report to General Hilliard at 0600.

There was a thoughtful silence. Perhaps youre being transferred there.

I cant be. It doesnt make sense. Why would they ?

Its obviously something urgent, Robert. Why dont you give me a call after the meeting?

I will. Thank you.

The connection was broken. I shouldnt have bothered the old man, Robert thought. The Admiral had retired as head of Naval Intelligence two years earlier. Forced to retire, was more like it. The rumour was that, as a sop, the Navy had given him a little office somewhere and put him to work counting barnacles on the mothball fleet, or some such shit. The Admiral would have no idea about current intelligence activities. But he was Roberts mentor. He was closer to Robert than anyone in the world, except, of course, Susan. And Robert had needed to talk to someone. With Susan gone, he felt as though he were living in a time warp. He fantasized that somewhere, in another dimension of time and space, he and Susan were still happily married, laughing and carefree and loving. Or maybe not, Robert thought, wearily. Maybe I just dont know when to let go.

The coffee was ready. It tasted bitter. He wondered whether the beans came from Brazil.

He carried the coffee cup into the bathroom and studied his image in the mirror. He was looking at a man in his early forties, tall and lean and physically fit, with a craggy face, a strong chin, black hair and intelligent, probing dark eyes. There was a long, deep scar on his chest, a souvenir from the plane crash. But that was yesterday. That was Susan. This was today. Without Susan. He shaved and showered and walked over to his clothes closet. What do I wear, he wondered, Navy uniform or civilian clothes? And, on the other hand, who gives a damn? He put on a charcoal-grey suit, a white shirt and a grey silk tie. He knew very little about the National Security Agency, only that the puzzle palace, as it was nicknamed, superseded all other American intelligence agencies and was the most secretive of them all. What do they want with me? Ill soon find out.