CHAPTER FORTY THREE
1:35 p.m. Eastern Standard Time
Site R—Blue Ridge Summit, Pennsylvania
“Gentlemen, this is where the rubber hits the road,” Gerry the Shark said.
Gerry didn’t like being underground. He had never thought of himself as claustrophobic before, but this place could get him leaning that way. What if they had to stay down here for months?
Or years?
He sat in a chamber deep beneath the surface of the earth. The chamber was mostly bare, with a large conference table in the center, a poured concrete floor, and rounded stone walls and ceiling. White, long-lasting LED lights were mounted in recessed ceiling fixtures. Oxygenated air was pumped into the room through several small vents. The complete lack of windows gave the room the sense of being the dead end of a cave, which
