Beside me sat Staff Sergeant Ben Reed, his dress uniform immaculate, his hand resting warm and steady over mine.
“Look at the subterranean telemetry on monitor two, Lauren,” Marcus Cooper said, his gravelly baritone slicing cleanly through the rhythmic thrum of the main rotor gearbox.
He touched a mechanical toggle on the ruggedized Panasonic Toughbook:
CLACK.
A high-resolution, four-thousand-pixel satellite LiDAR survey resolved across the dual displays.
The screen illuminated a subterranean topographical cross-section of the District of Columbia, penetrating one hundred and forty feet beneath the foundations of One First Street Northeast.
Red vector lines pulsed through the pre-Cambrian crystalline schist and reinforced granite bedrock, tracing an unbroken, twenty-foot-wide reinforced concrete-and-titanium artery running from the deep command bunkers beneath the Pentagon straight under the National Mall into the subterranean foundations of the Supreme Court of the United States:
`INFRASTRUCTURE PROFILE: CONDUIT TEN // THE CAPITAL COMMAND SPUR`
`BUILT: 1944 // US NAVY CORPS OF ENGINEERS & NAVAL FOUNDRY`
`ORIGINAL RECORDED MASTER SURVEYOR: CWO ARTHUR MERCER SENIOR`
`MASTER CHANCERY AUDITORS: COLONEL LAUREN MERCER & SSGT BEN REED`
`PURPOSE: HARDENED ANALOG RETALIATORY CIPHER CONDUIT // NUCLEAR TRIAD CONTINUITY`
`SURFACE ANCHOR: THE WEST MARBLE SUB-BASEMENT // ONE FIRST STREET NE`
`LEGAL DEED OF RECORD: THE ARTHUR MERCER SOVEREIGN LINEAL CHARTER (1944)`
`CUSTODIAN OF RECORD: COLONEL LAUREN ELEANOR MERCER (FEE SIMPLE ABSOLUTE)`
`BENEFICIARY OF RECORD: CLARA ELEANOR MERCER-REED (DIRECT LINEAL HEIR IN PERPETUITY)`
