White Plague (A Joe Rush Novel)
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BY THE AUTHOR OF PROTOCOL ZERO
“Relentless action and suspense on the unforgiving terrain of the Arctic, the world's last frontier.”—Alex Berenson, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author of Twelve Days
“If you like Tom Clancy and Martin Cruz Smith, then you need to read James Abel.”—Linda Fairstein
In the remote waters of the Arctic Ocean, the technologically advanced submarine USS Montana is adrift and in flames. The mission that falls to Marine doctor and bioterror expert Joe Rush and his team: Rescue the crew of the Montana and keep the vessel out of enemy hands.
But the surviving crew are not alone on the submarine. A deadly plague from the past is trapped with them. And the crew of the Montana has unknowingly set it free.
with their friends in Damascus and Tehran.” “So it was a spy mission.” “They have spies,” the director said wryly. “We have intel. Joe, get up there.” His voice grew angry. “The United States Navy . . . greatest in the world . . . and we only have one working icebreaker at the moment and it’s used for science, not even under Navy control. The Coast Guard has it. At least it’s only four hours out of Barrow,” he said, naming the northernmost city in Alaska. “It’s been up there doing sea bottom
calculating hull mass and detonating at optimum standoff distance, guaranteeing the best chance of destruction. Best torpedo on Earth.” Click. Two subs passed each other, underwater. “Our acoustic countermeasures are way ahead of Beijing’s.” Her eyes met mine. I had not noticed the gray flecks in the blue before. “The Montana is whisper quiet from electromagnetic signature reduction. The enemy may detect her presence, but has no way to determine which exact unit she is, no way to track specific
Nights . . . the documentary. Won the Oscar. All-woman expedition. Remember?” Now I did. I remembered the ads for it. Shots of four women in a blizzard, on cross-country skis, hauling sleds. I’d not read her file on the way up, figuring she was already security-cleared since she’d helped design the sub. Now I envisioned a different sort of body beneath those thick clothes, tight and muscular, like the hands. Karen Vleska ignored the looks. She said reasonably, “Look, we’ve got a security leak,
told me. “I think a virus started it, weakened them, and then double pneumonias hit. We’re giving the aerosol antivirals, ribavirin, zanamivir, and xapaxin, which, thanks to our buddy Zhou, we have extra. At least something good came from that. I’ll get a look at blood samples in the labs. They’ve got microscopes back there for their mammal work. Whoever would have figured they’d need the labs for this.” The worst should have been over—the sick and burned under care, more doctors on their way to
back and forth at the deathly gray faces on one side, the slightly more alert ones on the other. I let my eyes rove over blankets, parkas, makeshift night tables. Eddie walked beside me, doing the same thing, hoping some difference would jump out. “Huh!” Eddie exclaimed. We turned back, guards on patrol, started up the row in the opposite direction. My guts were grinding. A spike drove into my right eye. My fists clenched, as if I felt the presence of an unknown vulnerability in our enemy. My