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find out soon enough, meat."

    Turcotte had been in enough covert units to know when to stop asking questions, so he shut up and listened to the engines rumble as they made their way north toward hisnew assignment.

    WHITE SIDES MOUNTAIN
    T--142 HOURS, 26 MINUTES

    Simmons reached into his backpack and pulled out a plastic case and unsnapped it.
    "What's that?" Franklin asked.
    "They're night vision goggles," Simmons replied.
    "Really?" Franklin said. "I've seen pictures of them. The camo dudes here use them. They drive around wearing them, with all their lights out. They can scare the shit out of you when they roll up on you in the dark like that when you think you're all alone on the road."
    Simmons turned the on-switch and the inside of the lens glowed bright green.
    He began scanning, keeping the goggles away from the bright lights of the facility itself, which would overload the computer enhancer built into them. He checked out the long landing strip. It was over fifteen thousand feet long and reputed to be the longest in the world, yet its very existence was denied by the government. Then he looked over the rest of the lake bed, trying to see if there was anything else of interest.
    A small spark flickered in the eyepiece and Simmons twisted his head, trying to catch what had caused it. He looked down and to the right and was rewarded by another brief spark. A pair of four-wheel all-terrain vehicles were making their way along a switchback about four miles away. The spark was the reflection of moonlight off the darkened headlights. Each of the drivers had goggles strapped over the front of his helmet.
    Simmons tapped Franklin and handed him the goggles.
    "There. You see those two guys on the ATVs?"
    Franklin looked and nodded. "Yeah, I see 'em."
    "Are they the 'camo dudes' you were telling me about?"
    "I've never seen them on ATVs before," Franklin said, "but, yeah, those are camo dudes. And, actually, I've never seen them on the inside of the mountain before. They always came up on us on the other side." He handed the goggles back. "They can't get up here on those things anyway. The closest they can get is maybe a mile away."
    "Have you ever pulled the road sensors before?" Simmons asked suddenly.
    Franklin didn't answer and Simmons took one more look at the two ATVs coming toward them, then turned off the goggles. "You've never played with the sensors before,right?"
    Franklin reluctantly nodded. "Usually we get stopped down below by the outer security guys. The sheriff comes, confiscates our film. Then most of the time he lets us climb up."
    "Most of the time?" Simmons asked.
    "Yeah. Sometimes, maybe three or four times, he told us to go home."
    "I thought you said this was public land," Simmons said.
    "It is."
    "So why did you leave those times?"
    Franklin looked very uncomfortable. "The sheriff told us he couldn't be responsible for our safety if we continued on. It was like a code between him and me, man. I knew that was when I was supposed to go back to the mailbox and watch."

    "And what happened those nights?" Simmons asked. Franklin didn't answer.
    "Those are the nights you spotted strange lights doing unexplainable maneuvers in the air on the other side of the mountaintop. This mountaintop," Simmons said with a bit of heat in his voice.
    "Yeah."
    "So this is the first time you've ever been up here and they didn't know you were up here. This might be a night you were supposed to go back to the mailbox."
    "Yeah."
    That explained why Franklin was carrying the only camera, Simmons realized.
    Franklin was using him as a cover in case they were caught, probably hoping that Simmons's status would help him with the authorities. Simmons took a deep breath as he considered the possibilities. It was dangerous, but there was a chance here for a big story. "I guess we'll just have to see what happens, then."

    They both turned their heads as they again heard the whine of jet engines in the distance.
    "That's Janet,"