Marcus Kline leapt up the stairs. Two at a time. Black tie fluttering over his shoulder. He reached the sixth floor. Slowed to a quick stride. Stopped at the third door on the left. He pushed it open. Inside the small office, Eric Randolph hovered over a computer terminal. He threw up his hands.
“This is pointless. This stuff’s ancient. We need a different strategy.”
So far, they had managed to circumvent all of LANL’s advanced security systems while avoiding detection. The vacant office on the sixth floor of the Weapons Development Building had served as their temporary headquarters, giving them direct access to LANL’s network, but it wasn’t getting them what they needed.
Kline nodded. “And we’ve got company. Union agents are close. Let’s go.”
Eric shut the terminal down and jumped up. They exited the office. Thunderous classical music pumped through the building’s speaker system. Too loud for pleasure, the booming music proved perfect for security, keeping covert conversations hidden from prying ears and sophisticated listening devices alike.
LANL: Los Alamos National Laboratories. Birthplace of the Manhattan Project. Now, a defense and sciences mecca. Hundreds of the smartest people on earth. Scientists on the bleeding edge. Nut cases in any other setting, but heroes here. Kline and Eric were searching for information from one such scientist—Rahul Banerjee, a physicist tasked with conceptualizing secret weapons for the United States.
They had traveled back through time to 2008. Their objective: steal all of Rahul Banerjee’s files and formulas associated with “cloaking” technology. After searching LANL’s network for three days they had come up empty. The clandestine approach wasn’t working.
Time for plan B.
