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headquarters, Gideon had no doubt that Glinn, once again, wanted to take a chunk of that year away from him: convince him to take on another operation for EES. He wasn’t sure how Glinn would do it, but he was pretty sure it was connected to what had just happened with Chalker.
    As the car turned onto Little West 12th Street, Gideon steeled himself for the confrontation. He would be cool, but firm. He would keep his dignity. He would not engage. And if all that failed, he’d simply tell Glinn to go fuck himself and walk out.

10
     
    I T WAS MIDNIGHT as they entered EES headquarters. The hushed confines seemed to swallow Gideon in cool white spaces. Even at the late hour, technicians moved about among the strange models, layouts, and tables covered with shrouded and mysterious equipment. He followed Garza to the elevator, which delivered them at a glacial pace to the top floor. A moment later he was standing in the same Zen-like conference room, Glinn seated in his wheelchair at the head of the vast bubinga wood table. The window he had stood by earlier that day now had its blinds drawn.
    Gideon felt exhausted, gutted and cleaned like a fish. He was surprised and a little irritated to find Glinn uncharacteristically animated.
    “Coffee?” Glinn asked. His good eye was fairly sparkling.
    “Yes.” Gideon collapsed into a chair.
    Garza left with a frown, and returned with a mug. Gideon dumped in cream and sugar and drank it down like a glass of water.
    “I have good news and bad news,” said Glinn.
    Gideon waited.
    “The good news is that your exposure to radiation was exceedingly minor. According to the tables, it will increase your chances of dying from cancer by less than one percent over the next twenty years.”
    Gideon had to laugh at the irony of this. His voice echoed in the empty room. No one else joined in.
    “The bad news is that we suddenly face a national emergency of the highest order. Reed Chalker was irradiated in what seems to have been a criticality event involving a mass of fissile material. He was affected by a combination of alpha particles and gamma rays from a source that appears to be highly enriched, bomb-grade U-235. The dose was in the range of eighty grays, or eight thousand rads. A massive, massive dose.”
    Gideon sat up. That was astonishing.
    “Yes. The amount of fissile material capable of causing such an event would be at least ten kilograms. Which just happens to be more than enough uranium for a substantial nuclear weapon.”
    Gideon took this in. It was worse than he had imagined.
    Glinn paused, then went on. “It seems clear that Chalker was involved in preparing a terrorist attack with a nuclear device. During these preparations, something went wrong and the uranium went critical. Chalker was irradiated. It also appears likely to our experts that the remaining terrorists spirited off the bomb, leaving Chalker to die. But he didn’t die right away—radiation poisoning doesn’t work like that. He went insane and in his confusion took hostages. And here we are.”
    “Have you found where he was preparing the bomb?”
    “That’s the highest priority now. It can’t be too far from his apartment in Sunnyside, because it seems he returned there on foot. We’re flying radiation monitors over the city and any moment we’ll have a hit, since a criticality event like this would leave a minor plume of radiation—with a characteristic signature.”
    Glinn almost rubbed his hands together. “We’re in on the ground floor, Gideon. You were there. You knew Chalker—”
    “No,” said Gideon. Now it was time to get up. He rose.
    “Hear me out. You’re the man for this job, no doubt about it. This isn’t undercover. You’ll go in as yourself—”
    “I said no.”
    “You’ll partner with Fordyce. It is an unavoidable requirement of the assignment, imposed by the National Nuclear Security Administration. But you’ll be given a broad investigative mandate.”
    “Absolutely