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until the Griffter recruited Conrad for a last-ditch, no-holds-barred military expedition to Antarctica, where he said he had found a young Conrad frozen in the ice. That Conrad, in fact, was an Atlantean, and the U.S. government had the DNA to prove it: Whereas the DNA strand of every indigenous species on earth spiraled to the right, Conrad’s spiraled to the left.
    Ergo, he was not of this earth.
    Conrad almost bought the story, except for the reality that in every other way, his DNA and life were extraordinarily ordinary. Outside of Conrad being of interest to the Alignment types, and the mystery of his alleged Atlantean roots, Uncle Sam really had little use for him beyond his expertise in megalithic monuments, astronomical alignments, and ancient mysteries.
    Conrad took another look around the kaiser’s study and said, “The Bilderbergers let you do this—go off and have closed-door meetings away from everybody else?”
    “Hell, Yeats, that’s all we do at these things. Wake up,” Packard said, and got down to business. “You need to find out where the hell that Flammenschwert went and what the Alignment wants to do with it.”
    How on earth did Packard know about the Flammenschwert or that Midas had it? Conrad wondered. But it took only a second for him to come up with the answer. “So Andros gave me up?”
    Packard nodded. “Your boy’s family goes way back with us in Greece. He knows who your true friends are, even if you don’t.”
    Conrad said, “Did Andros also tell you he thinks Midas might want to use the Flammenschwert to set the Persian Gulf on fire?”
    “Hell, I’m worried the Alignment is going to use it in the Caspian Sea and destroy Russia’s ability to ship oil,” Packard said. “That’s twelve trillion dollars’ worth of oil right there. Trillion! It’s the only thing keeping the collapsed Russian economy going. They lose that, and they won’t bother with their Arab proxies. Their tanks will sweep into the Middle East, and we’ll respond, and then we’ve got nuclear Armageddon.”
    It was a hellish scenario, to be sure. “So you’re sure the Alignment is behind Midas?”
    “They made him,” Packard said. “And since you helped us smash their network in the U.S., they’re using the EU as their cover and base of operation. What do you think this bullshit European summit about the fate of Jerusalem next week on Rhodes is all about? You really think European bureaucrats are ever going to agree on anything remotely resembling a ‘coordinated, comprehensive peace plan’ for the Middle East? It’s all a cover. While the French and German presidents preen for peace, the Alignment will be conducting business as usual. They bankrupted the Russians in the nineties. Now they’ve bankrupted the United States. All that’s left for them is to get our armies to knock each other out so they can unite the rest of the world.”
    Conrad had heard it all before from his father. “How is one man like me going to change any of that?”
    “Maybe seeing you tonight will shake Midas up, knowing that you’re on to him. Maybe he’ll make another mistake.”
    “Another?”
    “You survived your first encounter with him, didn’t you? How did you do that?”
    “Atlantean blood, remember?”
    Packard gave him a funny look, as if he half believed it. These guys at DARPA, Conrad thought, always looking for any way to create the perfect soldier. “You do realize that I don’t work for you anymore, Packard, don’t you? I’m under no contract to the Pentagon or anybody else.”
    “Only your pledge of allegiance to the United States of America, Yeats. And that’s worth more to me than all the promises of a U.S. senator. They can be bought, or at least rented. Not you. Now, tell me how you found the Nausicaa .”
    Packard seemed genuinely interested, so Conrad obliged.
    “Same way I helped the Greeks here fix April 15, 1178 B.C ., as the date of King Odysseus’s return from the Trojan War and