Otherwise, at night, the jungle rules.
Nathan kept pace with Manny. “What could the U.S. government possibly need with me?”
Manny shook his head. “I’m not sure. But it somehow involves your financiers.”
“Tellux Pharmaceuticals?”
“Right. They arrived with several corporate types. Lawyers, by the look of them.”
Nate scowled. “Aren’t there always when Tellux is involved?”
Kouwe spoke around the stem of his pipe. “You didn’t have to sell Eco-tek to them.”
Nate sighed. “Professor…”
The shaman raised his hands in submission. “Sorry. I know…sore subject.”
Sore wasn’t the word Nathan would have used. Established twelve years ago, Eco-Tek had been his father’s brainchild. It was a niche pharmaceutical firm that had sought to utilize shamanic knowledge as the means to discover new botanical drugs. His father had wanted to preserve the wisdom of the vanishing medicine men of the Amazon basin and to insure that these local tribes profited from their own knowledge through intellectual property rights. Not only had it been his father’s dream and purpose in life, but also the culmination of a promise to Nate’s mother, Sarah. While working as a medical doctor for the Peace Corps, she had dedicated her life to the indigenous people here, and her passion was contagious. Nate’s father had promised to continue on in her footsteps and, years later, Eco-Tek was the result, a fusion of razor-sharp business models and nonprofit advocacy.
But now all that was left of his parents’ legacy was gone, dismantled and swallowed by Tellux.
“Looks like we’re getting an escort,” Manny said, breaking through Nate’s thoughts.
At the gate’s guard station, two Rangers in tan berets stood stiffly behind a nervous-looking Brazilian soldier.
Nathan eyed their holstered sidearms warily and wondered again at the nature of this meeting.
As they reached the gates, the Brazilian guard checked their identifications. Then one of the two Rangers stepped forward. “We’re to take you to the debriefing. If you’ll please follow.” He turned sharply on his heel and strode away.
Nathan glanced to his friends, then proceeded through the gates. The second Ranger took up a strategic position behind them. Ushered along by their escorts, with a view of the four military helicopters resting on the camp’s soccer field, Nathan felt a distinct sense of dread in his belly.
None of this seemed to concern Professor Kouwe. He simply puffed on his pipe and strode casually after their armed escort. Manny also appeared more distracted than alarmed.
They were marched past the corrugated Quonset huts that served as barracks for the Brazilian troops and led to a derelict timber-framed warehouse on the far side with the few windows painted black.
The Ranger in the lead opened the rusted door. Nathan was the first through. Expecting to find a gloomy, spider-infested interior, he was surprised to find the large warehouse brightly lit with halogen poles and overhead fluorescents. The cement floor was crisscrossed with cables, some as thick around as his wrist. From one of the three offices lining the back half of the warehouse, a generator could be heard chugging away.
Nathan gaped at the level of sophisticated hardware positioned throughout the room: computers, radio equipment, televisions, and monitors.
Amid all the organized chaos, a long conference table had been set up, strewn with printouts, maps, graphs, even a pile of newspapers. Men and women in both military garb and civilian clothes were busy throughout the room. Several were poring over reams of paper at the table, including Kelly O’Brien.
What’s going on here? Nathan wondered.
“I’m afraid there’s no smoking inside,” their escort said to Professor Kouwe, indicating the lit pipe.
“Of course.” Kouwe tapped out his pipe’s bowl onto the threshold’s dirt floor. The Ranger used his boot heel to squash the burning tobacco. “Thank you.”
From across the way, one of the office doors opened and the tall redheaded man who appeared to be Dr. O’Brien’s brother stepped out. At his side was a man Nate knew well enough to dislike immensely. He was dressed in a navy blue suit with the jacket slung over one arm, a coat Nate was sure bore the Tellux logo. As usual, his dark brown hair was oiled and combed into perfect place, as was his smartly trimmed goatee. The smile he wore as he approached Nathan and his two friends was just as oily.
On the other hand, his redheaded companion crossed with an arm extended and a more genuine expression of welcome. “Dr. Rand, thank you for coming. I think you know Dr. Richard Zane.”
“We’ve met,” Nathan said coldly, then shook the redhead’s hand. The man had a grip that could crush stone.
“I’m Frank O’Brien, the head of operations here. You’ve already met my sister.” He nodded over to Kelly, who glanced up from the table. She lifted a hand in greeting. “Now that you’re all here we can get this meeting under way.”
Frank guided Nate, Kouwe, and Manny toward the table, then waved an arm, signaling the others to take their seats.
A hard-faced man with a long pale scar across his throat settled himself across the table from Nathan. At his side sat one of the Rangers, his two silver bars suggesting he was the captain of the military forces here.
At the head of the table, Richard Zane sat between Kelly and Frank, who remained standing. To the left was another Tellux employee, a small Asian woman in a conservative blue pantsuit. Her eyes glinted with intelligence and seemed to soak in everything around her. Nate caught her gaze. She gave him the faintest of smiles and nodded her head.
Once everyone else was settled, Frank cleared his throat. “First, Dr. Rand, let me welcome you to the command center for Operation Amazonia, a joint operation between the CIA’s Environmental Center and Special Forces Command.” He gave a short nod to the silver-barred captain. “We’re also supported by the Brazilian government and are assisted by Tellux Pharmaceutical’s research division.”
Kelly interrupted her brother, raising a hand. She clearly read the confusion on Nathan’s face. “Dr. Rand, I’m sure you’ve many questions. Foremost being, why you’ve been sought as a partner in this venture.”
Nathan nodded.
Kelly stood. “The main objective of Operation Amazonia is to discover the fate of your father’s lost expedition.”
Nate’s jaw dropped and his vision blackened at the edges. He felt as if he’d just been sucker-punched. He stammered for half a moment until he found his voice. “But…but that was over four years ago.”