Black Harvest (The PROJECT) by Alex Lukeman Page A

them.
    "Déjà vu all over again," Nick said.
    "It's not the same. We know what's down there this time." Even so, Selena seemed nervous. The last time the three of them had gone down a flight of steps into the dark it had almost killed them.
    "We need light."
    "You don't have your flashlight? I thought you always carried one."
    She was right. He usually did.
    "Not this time." Nick went to the altar. He took down two large candles. "These will do." There were matches. He lit the candles, handed one to Ronnie and walked over to the opening.
    The steps ended twenty feet below. A narrow passage led away into darkness between rough stone walls. They started down the steps.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
     
    Sometimes Elizabeth wished she'd decided to become a d octor after all. Maybe an obstetrician. That would be good, to bring new life into the world. Or a surgeon. High tech lasers. Powerful glasses, blue scrubs and masks. The quiet sounds of technology in the background while her dedicated team helped her cut out bad things that made people ill and crazy.
    The files that crossed her desk on any given day would make people crazy. Send them screaming into the streets if they knew what was in them. A terrorist plot aimed at killing fifty thousand people, barely stopped in time. A nuclear device gone missing. The latest from North Korea. A memo about possible gas attacks in the New York Subway.
    Elizabeth often found a pattern where others saw unrelated pieces. Right now she didn't like what she was thinking. Her intuition was ringing alarms. The Pentagon's connection to CDC, Weinstein and Campbell bothered her. They were hiding something. That was nothing new, but what were they hiding?
    Sophisticated bombs had killed two scientists, brutal murder a third. All three were tied together by the urn and what might or might not be in it, the key to a devastating crop disease.
    She sipped water and swallowed two aspirins. She took a yellow pad from her drawer and uncapped FDR's pen. Sometimes she liked to write things down. To sort out her thoughts. It was slower, more intimate than the computer. It helped her think. She made a list.
     
    C,M,W killed, two bombs. Semtex. Who?
    Pentagon?
    Myth/Demeter/Persephone/Urn
    Crop blight
    Attack/Selena/Leak Who?
    Hospital shootings/Greece
     
    There were too many things on that list. What was the Pentagon connection? There might be a way to find out. She triggered her intercom.
    "Steph, could you come in for a minute?"
    "Right there, Director."
    Stephanie came into the office and sat. When it came to hacking into high security systems, Steph had no equal.
    "What's up?"
    "I have a tricky job for you. The Pentagon."
    "You want me to hack in?"
    "Yes."
    "DIA?"
    "Depends on what you find. There are a couple of things I'm looking for."
    Steph waited.
    "First we need to know what they're doing with CDC. Why was Campbell upset?"
    "Okay."
    "Find out if they have a bio-warfare plan involving crops or crop blight. Anything you can. They mustn't know it was us."
    "What's second?"
    "If you come across something, see if you can find out who authorized it."
    "It will take a day or two. They'll never notice."
    "Good enough. I'd like you to do it right away."
    Steph got up and headed for her computers. Elizabeth picked up her pen and began tapping. She felt her chest tighten, her breath getting short. Time for her shot, she'd forgotten. She set the pen down. She opened her drawer, took out a hypodermic and a glass vial, measured out the dose and injected her thigh. In a minute she felt better. Her disease was halted, under control. But she had to pay attention.
    Her lungs would never recover. She wouldn't be running any marathons, but at least she was alive. She wished there was someone who could be with her, if it ever got worse. But there wasn't anyone.
    She'd been single since a relationship gone wrong when she was a lot younger. She didn't have much time for relationships. She had a Brownstone in Georgetown, the ear of