The Breach - Ghost Country - Deep Sky

them. Count on his people knowing, too. If he gets them inside, if they get control of that place for even half an hour, that’s the end of any chance to stop them. They get the world that day. And whatever miserable fucking agenda they want to push, six and a half billion people will be stuck with it.”
    It was the kind of thing Travis wouldn’t have believed even a few days earlier. He believed it now.
    “Aaron Pilgrim became the most hunted person in history,” Paige said. “The intel communities of every nation that funds Tangent pooled their resources, their knowledge, their means. They got nothing. Nothing for years. The more time passed without Pilgrim making another move, the more nervous everyone got. He was out there somewhere, setting up the chess pieces for whatever he had in mind. And it had to be something big, right? He had the Whisper to help him. He had all the knowledge he needed, and considering that knowledge is power, he had all the money and influence he needed too. He had all that, yet it was taking him years to set up whatever he was planning. You can imagine how that scared the shit out of us. Like there’s someone standing behind you with a slingshot, and the longer it takes before he shoots, the farther back he’s drawing it. After five years of waiting for the intelligence groups to unearth something, Tangent decided it’d been idle long enough.”
    “They got into the hunt themselves,” Travis said.
    Another nod. “This was around the time I came along, twenty years old. My father wanted me to stick to the research side of things, tucked away safely in Border Town. I wanted that too. But I saw the importance of the new program that was coming together, and I wanted to contribute. We modeled it on the CIA’s Operations Directorate, but with every corner of it beefed up with Breach technology. Our going active like that was the one thing Pilgrim never expected, and if the Whisper told him about it, it wasn’t enough to help him.”
    “How do you know?”
    “Because it worked. We started getting leads on him. Picked off a few of his people, even grabbed some alive. Made them talk. Got even more leads. Like that. Dialed in on him.”
    “Couldn’t Pilgrim just stay on the move?” Travis said, but even as he asked, he realized the answer himself. “Oh.”
    “Seven Theaterstrasse,” she said, seeing his understanding. “He built his entire plan around a single location. In retrospect, we should’ve guessed Zurich, or Switzerland at least. Information security like no other place on Earth. There’s nowhere better to hide a serious, expensive enterprise. We pinned the address down on May 17, 2005, and came within maybe two minutes of catching him there. He escaped by such a narrow margin, he had to leave the Whisper behind. Along with a few of his people. Whom we grabbed. And whom we made talk. Almost all that we know about that place, we learned from them. They told us Seven Theaterstrasse’s stated purpose is—and I’m quoting here—‘to permanently end Tangent’s restriction of Aaron Pilgrim’s global authority.’ And they told us it’s not just a building. It’s a weapon. It’s a weapon he was three hours away from pulling the trigger on, when we arrived that day to stop him.”
    Silence fell between them. There was only the drone of the engines, and the soft rush of air past the window.
    “Three hours,” Travis said.
    “Three hours.”
    “That’s very hard to believe.”
    “Yeah,” Paige said.
    “Borderline impossible to believe.”
    “There are factors that nudge it toward plausibility. His people were a lot more active than normal in the last few months before his deadline, acquiring essential things here and there, some of them hard to come by. That made their movements easier to spot. At the same time, Pilgrim had to know we were closing in. Stands to reason he picked up his pace a bit, wasn’t as careful as he might have otherwise been. All of that helped us.”
    “Three hours, though,” Travis said. “I know shit happens, but that kind of shit almost never happens.”
    “The alternative is even less likely. That he wanted us to show up there, force him out of the place he’d spent a decade preparing, and leave him on the run without the Whisper, which he’d probably come to think of as a second brain by that time. He’d probably rather have lost his eyes and ears than lose that thing.”
    She had a point.
    “So Tangent has controlled