Seventeen hours by Stone’s cracked digital watch in that one bedroom in the villa. They had been given neither food nor water. This was, of course, a good thing. It meant that whoever was holding them had meant to bring them out sooner. And still meant to bring them out. Carslake added that the lack of food or water meant that neither of them had to use the toilet, and that was a good thing for him.
In the end, something else good happened. The door swung open and two Chinese men came back in with AK 47s. Carslake looked at the weapons wistfully. As if he would have a clue what to do with one. Carslake and Stone were led out together. Out of the villa and into the daylight, into the warm, humid fresh air, and across the decking. Now they were in some kind of tent, which must have been constructed there while they'd been locked away. There were noises and voices and the hum of machinery, and it was air conditioned. They came to a plastic curtain of thick plastic — so thick that it was impossible to see through it clearly.
A figure appeared behind the plastic sheet, a tall figure in a white suit. Even the face was covered with white.
Virginia’s voice came through the plastic curtain. Her hair must be covered, and her face also with a mask of some sort.
‘I’m sorry we had to keep you in the dark,’ she said. ‘But you’ll need to wait a while yet.’
‘Yeah. Like, literally,’ said Carslake drily. ‘But don’t worry, the room was peaceful. What happened? So busy you forgot about us?’
‘Come on, Carslake,’ said Stone. ‘As if she could forget those legs. And that ass of yours.’
‘None of this is remotely funny,’ she said, developing that weary tone once more. It was light years from her TV voice. ‘It’s been a disaster. Like I told him it would be. We sat Steven outside because that’s what he wanted. To sit out in the open air, just for a few hours. We blasted the hell out of the whole island to get rid of the bugs — but it was a stupid idea. He has half a dozen bites and nearly died twice from the reactions. Steven was already suffering. He’s got open sores and wounds all over by now and they just attracted the insects. You can imagine the pain.’
‘We heard,’ said Carslake.
‘And he’s covered with god-knows-what bacteria. We have to wash him with distilled water. Sterile.’ She sounded worn out beneath that naturally bright voice. ‘You heard what kind of a night we had. A medical crew came by helicopter and we created a mobile cleanroom for him on the island. We cleaned him and gave him the interferon straight into his bloodstream. It worked, but it took too long. We should have left on the first helicopter.’
‘So what now?’
‘Steven’s adamant,’ she said. ‘He’s over-ruled me. You two can go. He doesn’t care anymore who knows what.’
‘Neither do you, Virginia. Right?’ said Stone. ‘Whatever stories we put out will be trashed by you in the mainstream media anyhow.’
She didn’t deny it. Stone had to love this girl. She’d planned it all out before she let them out of that room. ‘You can go wherever you want,’ she said. ‘Steven asks only that you leave the country and not return. He’ll summon his private jet to Ningbo, which is near here, and tell the pilot to take you where you wish to go. London. LA. Tokyo.’
Stone couldn’t possibly trust this. And in any case, there was the matter of the Machine to think of. He wasn't going to give it up at this stage.
‘Is it you or Semyonov who’s given up on getting the Machine, Virginia?’ said Stone. ‘We know more than you think,’ he said. ‘I know about The Machine. I know what it is, and I know what happened with Semyonov and SearchIgnition, and why he ran away to China. I know where all this new technology is pouring out from. You won’t be able to keep that quiet. Especially when they go back to that crater in Sichuan, and it all starts again. You can’t keep that kind of thing quiet. Every government and corporation in the world will want a piece of it.’
Bravado from Stone. It sometimes works. But a silent stand off is more difficult than you’d think when you can’t see the person you’re talking to. A person naturally fills the silence in conversation by speaking, and Stone was adept at using silence to make people say more than they should. But he couldn’t see her. She could be smiling derisively. Or just rolling her eyes in exasperation. Maybe there was no “Machine”, maybe everything was just as it seemed, just as she’d said. A mess, a big disaster. A dying billionaire and his childhood sweetheart had been playing silly games, and now she was behind a plastic sheet, dressed up like a space alien to confuse him. Stone forced himself to say nothing till she responded.
‘Does Carslake know too?’ she said, warily.
‘Sure,’ said Stone. Even lying isn’t easy when she can’t see you. No facial tells or body language to reinforce. He was feigning eye contact with her. Pointless. Mercifully, Carslake didn’t contradict him.
‘You’d better come and talk to Steven,’ she said, finally. 'I guess it's his decision.'
— oO0Oo-
Stone had to take it slowly for hygiene reasons. He was inside a large plastic tent, placed on the decking of the villa, two hundred metres from the beach at Balong. Stone went through two sets of translucent white plastic doors, stripped completely and showered. He was told to clean himself all over with anti-bacterial wash. He emerged in white cotton medical pajamas. Virginia was wearing the same, her hair tied up in a plastic cap, with a white mask over her face.
Another two sets of plastic tent doors and Stone realised he was in the presence once more of The Man. A white beached whale, pained and bleeding. Semyonov’s pale bulk was lying pitifully on its side on a gurney, three or four metres away, blurred behind yet another plastic sheet in a “cleanroom”, resembling an oxygen tent, to keep the air sterile. It was quiet save for the hum of the air conditioning plant. Stone sat down. He could feel Semyonov’s tortured red eyes burning into him through the sheeting.
‘It’s not as bad as it looks, Stone,’ said Semyonov. His voice was still strong and intelligent in between asthmatic gasps. Virginia was biting her knuckle again, weeping silently.
‘We’re coming with you,’ said Stone, after a delay. ‘The Death Hole, the crater in Sichuan. You know the place. That’s where you’re going. And since you offer, that is where we choose to go.’
‘We?’ asked Semyonov meaningfully. ‘Does that mean Carslake too?
‘Virginia’s idea. She seems to think two pairs of hands will be better than one for this little job.’ said Stone.
‘She could be right,‘ said Semyonov, ‘But more likely she wants Carslake where she can see him. She doesn’t want him posting it all over his blog the minute he leaves her sight. She likes to be in control. You probably noticed. But I’m not sure I agree with her.’
‘Tush,’ said Stone. ‘Carslake wouldn’t miss it for the world,’’
‘Sarcasm, Stone,’ said Semyonov. ‘Is beneath you.’ Stone felt the blur of the red eyes boring into him again through the translucent plastic. Semyonov made stiff, pained movements behind the sheet. ‘I guess the lady gets her way as usual,’ said Semyonov, almost resignedly. ‘But I warn you — it will be dangerous and I can’t exactly help you. And what makes you think there’s anything to see down there? Robert Oyang is an unreliable witness, let me assure you.’
‘Come on, Semyonov,’ said Stone. ‘The Chinese have done everything possible for you. Including airlifting a mobile operating theatre onto this island by the look of it. They don’t do that for nothing. There’s something very interesting down there, and we all know it. A few hours ago you wanted my help.’
‘That was Virginia.’
‘Are you sure about that? You could get a legion of Chinese to help you, but you didn’t. There’s something you want to get for yourself. You need our help, or you can’t do it. Let me and Carslake help you.’
Semyonov said nothing for a few seconds. There was a rustling of plastic as he shifted painfully around on the gurney. ‘I could be blowing smoke up their asses, too, the Chinese,’ he said groaning. ‘Like I did with you and Oyang and the rest of the world.’
‘The Chinese aren’t that gullible, Semyonov,’ said Stone. ‘And I’m sorry to break it to you, but it was Oyang who was blowing smoke up your backside. All he wanted, in all the time he was buttering you up and kissing your arse, was money.’
There was wry laughter from behind the sheeting. ‘Why can’t the Chinese go down the mine and get whatever it is themselves?’ asked Semyonov.
Testing him. Probing Stone’s knowledge. Constantly playing his intellectual games.
‘Oh, they could do that,’ said Stone. ‘But it would go wrong. They need you to do it, Semyonov. Besides they trust you. You offered them something very big, and the Machine, whatever it is, has already made a down-payment of billions of dollars worth of technology. Why would they louse that up?’
Semyonov was right — he could very well be blowing smoke up their asses too. But it hardly mattered.
‘You know why. And I know why,’ repeated Stone. ‘You asked me to help you get something out of that hole, the mine or whatever it is…’
‘And you know,’ intoned Semyonov’s wheezing voice from with the tent, ‘That you’ll have to tell me what you know about the Machine. You can’t bluff me any longer.’ A doctor or orderly had gone behind the sheeting, covered from head to toe in a plastic jumpsuit and wearing a breathing mask. Semyonov was trying to get up, lumbering around, blowing heavy asthmatic breaths, trying to swing himself from the gurney and onto his feet. ‘I’m going to get dressed for the journey,’ he said, between breaths. ‘I can assure you it’s not only inconvenient. It’s excruciating. You’ll have to tell me what you know about the Machine to distract me.’
Stone let the silence hang for a while, then when Semyonov had stopped groaning and wincing, it was his turn to tell a story. He was going to tell a dying man in an oxygen tent about the Machine.