CHAPTER 74
Situation Room
Clocktower HQ
New Delhi, India
Dorian lingered by the door, surveying the situation room. It looked almost like mission control for a NASA launch. Several rows of analysts were speaking into headsets and working computers that controlled the drones. On the long wall, a patchwork of screens showed telemetry from the drones: scenes of mountains and forests.
Dmitry had been coordinating the search. The burly Russian looked as though he hadn’t slept since the explosions in China. He pushed his way through the throngs of analysts and joined Dorian at the back of the room. “We’ve got nothing so far. There’s just too much area to search.”
“What about satellite surveillance?”
“Still waiting on it.”
“Why? What’s taking so long?”
“Repositioning takes time, and there’s so much area to cover.”
Dorian watched the screens for a moment. “Start shaking the bushes.”
“Shaking?”
“Burning,” Dorian said as he turned and led Dmitry to the door, out of earshot of the analysts. “See what falls out. My guess is Warner is in one of those monasteries. Where are we on Toba?”
“The bodies are on planes bound for Europe, North America, Australia, and China. The live ones are in local hospitals in India and—” he checked his watch, “Bangladesh within the hour.”
“Reports?”
“Nothing so far.”
At least there was some good news.