Vortex

“These two weapons make a total of nine. Every fission bomb the Afrikaners had left.” He leaned past the American officer and examined a printed manifest taped to the rear half of one weapon.

“It would appear that your attack came just in time.”

“Oh?”

Levi pointed to the manifest.

“Those codes indicate that this weapon has been thoroughly checked, certified ready for detonation, and prepped for movement within the next twenty-four hours.”

O’Connell looked grim.

“So those bastards were going to drop another nuke?

This one?”

Levi nodded again and tapped the bomb’s exposed corea smooth piece of dark metal about half the size of a small grapefruit.

“It seems hard to believe that this little lump and its twin over there could kill thousands or even tens of thousands, doesn’t it? But believe me, this is really all one needs-a few kilograms of highly enriched uranium. That and the proper arrangement of a few more kilos of high explosive. “

O’Connell took an involuntary step backward.

“Christ! That stuff’s U-235?”

Levi nodded a third time, inwardly amused. Like many laymen, O’Connell obviously had some serious misconceptions about nuclear materials. He’d also been too busy planning the operation itself to attend Levi’s technical training sessions. The temptation to lecture, just a bit, was simply too strong to resist.

The Israeli scientist laid his palm flat on the bomb’s metallic core.

“As a solid metal, U-235 is not dangerously radioactive, Major. It’s mainly an alpha emitter, and even your skin can stop alpha particles.” He stroked the smooth black surface.

“You could even hold this in your lap for a month or more without suffering any significant ill effects.”

O’Connell took the unsolicited science lesson with good grace. He grinned suddenly, appearing years younger for a brief instant.

“Hell, Professor,

I’d curl up to sleep with every one of these damned things for a year if it meant getting ‘em safely out of this frigging country. “

Ten Rangers led by the leader of the battalion’s Support Platoon trotted down the steps and crowded into the bunker.

“Okay to take these now,

Colonel?”

“You bet. Carry on, Harry.” O’Connell moved toward the entrance with Levi in tow.

The Israeli scientist risked a quick glance at his watch. So far so good.

He’d helped the Rangers find and capture South Africa’s nuclear arsenal.

Now he had to try completing the most difficult part of his mission-the part he’d kept secret from the Americans. He cleared his throat.

“Your troops hold most of the compound, don’t they?”

“Yeah.” Small elements of Pelindaba’s garrison still fought from sections of trench along its northern perimeter, but almost all the rest of the

South African soldiers had been killed or wounded. O’Connell paused just outside the bunker doorway and looked down at him.

“Why do you ask, Professor?”

Levi swallowed hard. Now for the lie.

“Because I’d like your permission to search the Administration Center for certain scientific documents of interest to both our governments. Records of nuclear experiments and weapons design blueprints, among others.” He scanned the men hurrying to and fro outside the storage complex-carrying wounded, collecting weapons, and checking corpses. Bomb blasts echoed off in the distance as carrier-based planes kept pounding away at other South African military installations and air bases.

“All I need are a few minutes. Five at most.”

O’Connell walked away without answering, his face hard and remote.

Levi limped after him.

“Please, Colonel, it’s important.” The American stopped and turned around.

“I agree, Professor. But your personal search isn’t necessary. Captain Kelly already has a team going through the Admin building. They know what to look for. We need you here with the weapons.

“

Levi choked. The Americans were ahead of him? He tried again.

“But my technical expertise could be invaluable. I should be there-“

“So you can destroy any records showing the size and composition of your own country’s nuclear stockpile? I don’t think so, Professor. “

Levi felt his jaw drop open in shock.

O’Connell smiled wryly.

“You and your compatriots should have known better, Esher. Americans are sometimes naive, but we’re not stupid.

Naturally, we’re grateful for your country’s help with this operation, but that doesn’t make us blind or deaf.” He shook his head slowly.

“I’m afraid Jerusalem’s just going to have to live with the knowledge that some of its best-kept secrets aren’t so secret anymore.”

Levi stood openmouthed for a moment longer and then shrugged, accepting his defeat with good grace. So much for the Mossad’s rather Byzantine plot. Washington would soon know exactly how much weapons-grade uranium

Israel had received from the Pelindaba enrichment plant. And that, in turn, would allow the United States to calculate exactly how many nuclear bombs his country had manufactured for its own deterrent force.

Well, he hadn’t been that keen on deceiving the Americans anyway.