4:30 A.M., Saturday, October 25, Miami, Florida
Dennis Cavendish became aware that he was drifting toward consciousness and then forced himself to open his eyes, demanded his brain kick into high gear. Too much was going to happen today for him to allow himself the luxury of a slow awakening. He pulled himself to a sitting position, then went to the shower to brace himself for the day ahead.
Forty-five minutes later Dennis was airborne, the engines of his Lear jet screaming as his pilot executed a steep takeoff from Miami International Airport. He would be on the ground on his island, Taino, in twenty minutes. Not long after that he would be in a small submarine headed four thousand feet to the bottom of his slice of the Caribbean. It wouldn't be a joy ride; it would be the last trip to see the dream of his lifetime while it still belonged just to him: Atlantis, the first fully staffed habitat ever built at that depth -- and the operations center for the newest and best means of changing the way the world worked.
In a few hours, Atlantis would begin to retrieve methane hydrate crystals from beneath the seafloor and introduce the world to the next, arguably the only, clean fuel that the planet had to offer.
From entertaining the first glimmer of a thought to watching the last beams being sunk into place, Dennis had known that this was what life was about. This was the brass ring, the golden goose; Attaining this kind of power was what every hackneyed cliché referred to, what every fairytale was about, what every emperor and despot had ever strived for -- the power to make the world change at one person's command. He was that person. Atlantis was his dream come to life.
And he, Dennis Cavendish, would change the world.
He picked up his phone and punched a single number. Less than a minute later, he heard a sleepy female voice, the voice of Victoria Clark, his secretary of national security and chief paranoiac. The woman whose job it was to keep him safe and happy.
"Hi Dennis."
"Hi Vic. I'm on my way to the island. Meet me at my office in half an hour."
"Is something wrong? Is everyone with you?"
The thought of dragging the senior executives of some of the world's major corporations out of bed and on to a plane before dawn made him smile. "No, I'm alone. I want to get the day going. It's going to be unforgettable, Vic. Let's get 'em, tiger. See you in thirty."
"Wait. Don't hang up."
Dennis could tell by the soft noises in the background that she was pushing herself to sitting position, getting focused. It rarely took Vic this long to focus on anything, but then, he didn't usually get her up in the middle of the night.
Vic was his workhorse, his closest confidante and the person who knew more of his secrets than anyone. She was the person he trusted the most -- at least that's what he told people. The reality was that Dennis trusted no one but himself.
He had to let people into his circle, but he knew the closer he let them get, the more they had on him, the more he was worth to them. The market price of betrayal was something that never lost value, and Vic was the one person who could command the highest fee for betraying him.
Betrayal was a lesson he'd learned the hard way and, as such lessons do, it had altered his thinking in an instant. Since the first time Dennis had been stabbed in the back by someone he trusted, the degree of closeness and his level of real trust in a person had moved along opposing axes. As one went up, the other went down. Treating betrayal as a "when" rather than an "if" made life much easier.
It was his only gospel, and it worked.
"Dennis, you need to fly with your guests. You need to be there with them-"
"I've been with them for two days non-stop. I'll see them when they get here in a few hours. Look, I want to go down to the habitat when I get there, okay? With you."
"I-"
"Not interested in all the many reasons you can't or won't go down there, Vic," he interrupted. "You're going."
Dennis disconnected before she could reply and sat back to sip his coffee.
In less than twenty-four hours, the world would be a different place. Vic was one of the few people who knew just how different it would be and she was going to be at his side today. All day. Today of all days the risk was inordinately high.