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“Radiometry reports are in, sir,” Knuckles said as he walked into Uncle Bill’s office. “FBI’s hazmat team just dropped them off.”
“From the cemetery?”
“Yes, sir,” Knuckles replied as he handed the sealed manila envelope to Bill.
Bill tore into it and pulled out the report, then read. After a moment he dropped it onto his desk and removed his glasses. “I hate it when I’m right.”
“What is it?”
“The gravesite and storage unit at the cemetery show trace elements of enriched uranium. It’s consistent with the type used in the warhead of a B43 nuclear bomb.”
“The same type stolen from the USS Ticonderoga?”
“Exactly,” Bill said. “They say the nuclear signature in the soil is nominal. Just to be safe, they’re going to shut down the cemetery while they do a soil removal and decontaminatio
