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Body Guards II: Stolen Secrets - Chapter 13 (nosex)
(C)Copyright 2005 - Shakes Peer2B
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Author's Note: I am not a physicist, so if I'm way off on some of the 
technical details in this chapter, please don't take it too hard.  It's 
fiction, and I tried to make it believable enough for those who aren't 
physicists to enjoy.  The rest of you are welcome to have a good laugh 
at my expense...

_________

The day following our return from Texas, with, thankfully, Stephanie 
safely back home, the six of us met in Hastings study.  For the better 
part of an hour, he grilled us about what went on in that hangar in 
Texas.  Our people had already done some preliminary assessment of the 
data we retrieved on paper and on the hard disks from the computers we 
raided, and a huge picture of global conspiracy was beginning to emerge, 
all of it centered around oil and war.

It seems that the growing shortage of oil was creating a windfall 
opportunity for arms manufacturers, reconstruction industries, and the 
oil industry, and they were going to milk it for all it was worth.  For 
most of the rest of the day, we discussed possible solutions from every 
angle, including Sun, Jun, Mei, Wei and I infiltrating each of the 
involved companies, countries and governments and sabotaging their efforts.

For the last half hour or so of the discussion, Steve Hastings sat 
behind his desk, lost in thought, and speaking only when addressed directly.

Finally, in the middle of a heated discussion about ways and means, he 
said, "Listen. I have an idea, but I'm not going to say anything until 
I've discussed it with some other people.  In the meantime, I'm going to 
need the tightest security you can come up with for me, my family, and 
my CTO.  Can you do that?"

Our link was abuzz with speculation, but the G-girls and I affirmed that 
we could keep a lid on anything that came up.

"Good. We never got around to hiring you formally, Darren, so I 
appreciate you agreeing to help with this." Hastings said.

"If you could experience what the six of us have here, Mr. Hastings," I 
replied, "you'd understand how little choice I have, or want, in the 
matter.  What these ladies are into, I'm into, and I wouldn't have it 
any other way."

I always knew Steve Hastings was a smart guy, but I never really knew 
just HOW smart he was until this came up.  While the girls and I 
speculated on how to bring down a global conspiracy, Hastings got busy 
doing the one thing that such a conspiracy could not survive.  He 
wouldn't tell us what it was at first, but suddenly there was a flurry 
of activity at his company. Bob, the CTO, and a new guy, suddenly became 
a priority for us when it came to security.  The new guy was a friend of 
Bob's from college, and just as much of a geek, but, as we learned, a 
few months into his employment, he was to be the salvation of our 
country, its economy, and the entire planet.

At Hasting's behest we wrapped a security blanket around Bob and Gene 
(the new guy) so tight that even we didn't know what they were working 
on until they went to test the prototype. Even that was done indoors, in 
a huge hangar that Hastings rented at Moffet field. We had to rent it 
for a week so that the girls and I could go over it for bugs, sensors, 
explosive devices, etc. We swept the place with a fine-toothed comb 
using both our mental abilities and the tried and true detectors of the 
G-girls' trade.  Some of the bugs we found had to have been cold-war era 
stuff, while others were more modern.  NASA thanked us afterward when we 
piled all the electronics we had found on the administrator's desk. 
Apparently, they had suspected that someone was spying on them, but 
never realized just how many there were. We didn't have the heart to 
tell them that many of those bugs had to have been planted by US agencies.

Once the place was clear, we took turns in four-hour shifts of two, 
patrolling inside and out, invisible, and not just on the ground. 
Hastings felt this was so important that he even gave permission for 
Stephanie to join us, provided that she promise not to try to take 
matters into her own hands if she found anyone snooping around who 
shouldn't be.  With Steph partnered with Mei, we could work three 
shifts, allowing the four not on shift to sleep and eat.

We also had the expected compliment of visible security people stationed 
around the place, inside the closed roof, and on top of the hangar. The 
ability to levitate helped us tremendously, both in sweeping the place 
and in patrolling and making sure the other guards remained alert.

The big day came and it was kind of a disappointment.  A tractor trailer 
rig, driven by one of the trusted Gemini people, drove through the 
hangar door and parked.  The Gemini driver got out, unlocked the 
trailer's loading door and left.  When only Hastings, Bob, and Sun were 
left inside the hangar, Bob opened the loading door at the back of the 
trailer and operated the controls to extend and lower a ramp. The rest 
of us watched through Sun's eyes as, from inside the trailer a Hummer 
rolled down the ramp. This was one of the original Hummvee's, like those 
used by the military. It was much quieter than the behemoths normally 
are, but otherwise appeared to be a normal, commercial grade Hummvee. 
We continued our patrols outside and in, watching through the eyes of 
whoever had the watch inside the hangar during each shift, as Gene, who 
was driving, put the Hummer through its paces for seven hours.  A series 
of forward and reverse motions, full throttle runs, extended steady 
speed runs, climbing obstacles, and basically doing all the things the 
rugged vehicles were originally designed for.  The performance was 
impressive, but I'd seen and driven Hummers most of my military career, 
and saw nothing out of the ordinary, other than the exceptional 
quietness of its engine.

An hour before our lease on the hangar was up, the vehicle rolled 
smoothly back into the trailer, the ramp disappeared, and the G-girls 
and I rode the rig back to the company facility, keeping on the alert 
for anyone who might have designs on its contents.

It wasn't until later that evening that Hastings, accompanied by his two 
techno-geeks, explained what we had seen.

"So, what did you think?" He asked of no one in particular.

I shrugged. "It was quiet. Didn't seem to struggle quite as much on some 
of the obstacles as the ones I'm used to.  Why? What's this Hummer got 
to do with your plan?"

Hastings smiled that little smile I had come to expect when he had a 
surprise to spring on us.

"That Hummer was running on electricity." He said.

"That's quite a battery." Wei, who with her sister was the most 
technical among us, said. "No recharge the whole seven hours."

"Actually," Hastings was still smiling, "the battery was being recharged 
continuously."

"How?!" This from Mei, who shared her sister's penchant for paraphernalia.

"By a unit very much like this." Bob answered, sweeping the drape off of 
something round and metallic, about the size of a basketball, that was 
surrounded by tubes and wires. "A microfusion reactor. It produced the 
energy that generated the electricity for the battery and wheel motors."

"Fusion?" I asked. "Isn't it pretty dangerous to have a fusion reactor 
running around loose like that?"

"Actually," Bob's new pal spoke up, "one of the secrets to this reactor 
is the containment field.  It keeps radioactive particles within the 
reactor. Another secret is the heating and cooling. Scientists have for 
years searched for a way to generate cold fusion using metals such as 
Palladium and Titanium as catalysts.  We have bypassed all that by 
generating plasma in such minute quantities that the unit that heats the 
gasses need only be as big as your thumb. We have also eliminated the 
need to generate Tritium from Lithium by going to a Deuterium-Deuterium 
reaction. This also eliminates many of the sources of excess radiation."

"What do you use for fuel?" A little to my surprise, this came from 
Stephanie.

"At present, any liquid with sufficient hydrogen content," Gene 
lectured, "including gasoline, diesel fuel, water, and a number of other 
readily available substances.  A gallon of gas would power this for a 
very long time.  The only reason we're restricted to liquids is that we 
haven't had time to work out the mechanics of the separation process for 
non-liquids.  That will happen within the year. Deuterium is produced 
from the hydrogen, after it is separated from other chemicals in the 
fuel by a proprietary process within the reactor."

"What about safety?" Mei asked.

"The containment field ensures against radiation leakage and because 
it's integral with the fusion process, provides a fail-safe mechanism to 
prevent uncontained reactions." Gene paused for breath. "If the reactor 
is damaged, the field collapses instantly and reaction ceases in 
nanoseconds. It is possible for microscopic quantities of plasma to 
escape as the field collapses, but the amount is so small that it would 
cool before it could do any serious damage."

Stephanie clearly had an interest in this subject. "But what about 
waste?  Won't there be radioactive byproducts?" She asked.

"That's one of the unique features of this approach." The scientist 
replied. "The sole byproduct of this fusion reaction is Helium. There 
can be chemical byproducts but those are collected in waste containers. 
  Many are useful for other purposes, so on the whole the actual waste 
from a power plant like this is miniscule."

"Is it scalable?" This from Hastings himself.  I suspected he knew the 
answer, but wanted Gene to tell us.

"This kind of power plant can be built in sizes that will power 
everything from a motorcycle to a medium-sized factory." The scientist 
took the bait. "When used to generate electricity, multiple units can be 
used to generate as much power as needed."

"It must be very expensive..." Stephanie commented.

"Because of its simplicity, even without the economies of scale that 
could be achieved with mass production, the entire power train for this 
vehicle cost less in materials and labor than its original drive train." 
Bob fielded that one. "In production, it would reduce the cost of most 
vehicles by an estimated 40 percent, and the total cost of ownership by 
approximately eighty four percent."

"What if it runs out of fuel?" Jun asked.

"Tow truck owners whose trucks use these power plants will have special 
restart connectors." Bob continued. "After adding a few ounces of fuel 
to the stalled vehicle, they simply need to supply enough power to 
sustain the containment field until the vehicle's own reaction restarts. 
  Which reminds me:  When not in use, the power plant 'idles' producing 
just enough power to sustain its containment field."

"How do you cool it?" Stephanie asked. Damn! I knew the girl was smart, 
but until now, I hadn't realized exactly HOW smart.

"Keep in mind that we're generating much less heat than you might 
imagine, since we need produce only a miniscule amount of plasma, and 
the reaction itself is very small.  Much of the heat is used to generate 
the electricity to power the vehicle and maintain its containment field, 
and some is used in the chemical process that separates the hydrogen 
from the rest of the fuel. The remainder is dissipated through, believe 
it or not, the original radiator of the vehicle."

This was all very theoretical to me.  Being more of a pragmatist, I 
said, "This is all well and good, but you'll first have to push this 
thing through a whole mountain range of red tape, and you can bet your 
ass that some of the most powerful lobbies in the world will be working 
against it.  Granted, if you get this into widespread use and make it 
available internationally, you'll have done an end run around the 
warmongers and oil barons, but getting approval for something like this 
will be a major battle."

Hastings gave me a smile that said 'Thanks for the segue!' and said. 
"That's where you six come in.  Until we get this through Congress, 
you're going to have to be our lawmakers' conscience.  I don't want you 
being advocates, mind you, just make sure that whatever decision they 
make, they come by honestly.  For better or worse, if we can't win a 
fair fight in Washington, we'll let it go, but I want you to make sure 
the fight IS fair, okay?  Besides, my first marketing target is the 
easiest and could pull the rug out from under most of our opponents. 
Next week, I'm presenting this to the Joint Chiefs of Staff.  If I'm 
right, they'll jump at the chance to have land and sea forces that are 
not dependent on fossil fuels, since they've got to know about the 
coming drought.  When word gets out that the Military has adopted this 
technology, congress will begin the call for civilian applications. 
That will be our cue."

"You said 'land and sea forces.'" I mused, "What about airborne vehicles?"

"That will require a whole range of new inventions." Hastings replied. 
"Certainly, propeller driven craft won't be too hard to convert, since 
they use technology not too different than the Hummer, but jet driven 
craft will have to find new ways to achieve the kind of performance they 
now enjoy.  Bob and Gene have been working on some ideas for that 
involving direct plasma thrust, but that's a year or more away."

"So what's our role in this?" I tried to get the discussion back to 
something I could wrap my hands around. "Do we go to Washington and 
start twisting arms, or what?"

"Yes and no." Hastings temporized, "First, someone still needs to handle 
security here. Second, I absolutely DO NOT want you telling ANYONE to 
vote a certain way or take a certain position.  All I want from you is 
to level the playing field.  Any shady dealings between lobbyists and 
lawmakers either gets exposed or used as leverage to get the lawmakers 
back to doing the job for which they were elected - representing those 
who voted for them, not just those who give them money."

"So basically, we'll be Jiminy Crickett to the entire Federal 
Government?" I asked. "No sweat. I've been thinking about what else we 
can do with these powers, and I bet if we tried, we could clone ourselves."

That got a polite laugh from the group, which was probably more than it 
deserved, but Hastings answered, "Just be smart about it.  Use the bugs 
and gather information, then leverage that information to get more. 
Before long you'll have documented enough closet skeletons to put some 
entrenched lobbies out of business, and any lawmakers who don't want to 
reform in jail."

It wasn't really that simple, of course.  Wei, with Stephanie's help, 
managed security for the company and the key people.  For a few weeks, 
we had everything our way.  The folks in Washington still hadn't figured 
out what happened to the people who resigned, but they had at their 
disposal some of the best counterintelligence and investigative agencies 
in the world, and it wasn't long before some of them twigged to the fact 
that somehow, someone was getting through their security.

Granted, those on the receiving end of our 'services' were not going to 
go public with anything they learned unless they had nothing left to 
lose, but it's still a big no-no to investigate members of the 
Government if you're not part of those investigative agencies.

We didn't want to rile them too much, since the guys doing the 
investigating were just doing what they were told.  To reduce the heat a 
little, we started leaving crumbs of the information we uncovered for 
them to find.  Before long, the FBI was following up on leads we left 
for them and catching considerable heat from their congressional 
handlers.  Feelings were mixed at the Bureau when we leaked the 
information to certain reliable press outlets about the investigation 
and the reaction of Congress.

The whole thing got to be one big, confusing, chess game, in which we 
found we had the advantage.  Hastings, it seems is a superb chess 
player, and the fact that our moves were directed by one really smart 
guy allowed us to outmaneuver the opposition, who had no clear leadership.

A little over a year after we started, Hastings got his military 
contract. That made his product a national secret, but secrets have a 
way of getting out, and as soon as the electrical power industry 
discovered that they could be generating power much less expensively, 
and more safely, they began clamoring for release of the technology.  It 
was touch and go until the automobile industry 'accidentally' found out 
about it, and joined forces with the power guys. Their combined might 
along with some judicious leakage of information about illicit 
contributions from the oil lobby finally won Congress over.  By then, a 
Democratic administration was in power, and they saw Hastings' power 
plant as a way to regain some of the prestige lost in the eyes of the 
world during the Republican years.

Within five years after its first use by the US Military, the technology 
was de-classified, and Hastings began selling his inexpensive power 
plants to any nation that could pay the price, but he kept design and 
manufacturing in the United States.  In addition, for the first time in 
years, the American automobile industry had a leg up on foreign 
competition.  Consumers around the world clamored for the vehicles that 
could run on a variety of fuels and only needed to be refueled every 
couple of years.

What the news media didn't know was that Hastings got a Congressional 
okay to begin selling his power plant - not the plans, mind you, just 
the product, to people in other countries.  When our State department 
wanted to reach out to the people of Afghanistan and Iraq to make amends 
for the heavy-handed excesses of the previous administration, they 
decided that the best thing they could do was to supply, free of charge, 
hundreds of medium-sized Hastings Balls.

Three years after first release, Hasting's company sold the military its 
design for fusion powered jets. An easy sell, as it turns out, since the 
biggest problem in its design was creating an airframe that could stand 
up to the tremendous forces that could be generated by the engine. 
Since it needed no oxygen to burn its fuel, the thing could achieve 
suborbital flight without breaking a sweat, making it possible to deploy 
the jet from any base in the world to any target in the world in a 
couple of hours. No one in his right mind in Congress was going to deny 
our air forces access to such a weapon, especially since it didn't need 
in-flight refueling.

It could fly from anywhere to anywhere, and back, fly rings around any 
fighters or missiles it encountered along the way, then reload its guns 
and weapons pods and be on its way again.  The payload it could carry 
was phenomenal, increasing the destructive capability of a single 
aircraft ten-fold.

In ten short years, Hastings industries replaced Halliburton as the 
supplier of choice for US military vehicles, weapons platforms and naval 
power plants.  The Navy, having discovered that the Hastings Ball could 
easily replace their conventional oil burning boilers, even in 
conventional ships, immediately set about converting the entire fleet to 
microfusion power.

To my surprise, Hastings never spent a single penny on political 
contributions. He has some sort of wierd notion that his products should 
be accepted for themselves, and not because of the money he gives to 
politicians.

It's probably just as well.  Since the girls and I started being 
Washington's conscience, the political lobby business almost dried up. 
Politicians had to go back to the old fashioned notion of drumming up 
votes based on their ability to convince voters that they will represent 
them, not the corporations.

Did they all get honest? Not on your life.  There're still plenty of 
crooks in office, but there are crooks everywhere.  Since the illegal 
money tree dried up and blew away, Congress went ahead and passed a 
campaign finance reform act with actual funding and enforcement 
guidelines.  The girls and I kept our ears to the ground, and still paid 
our elected officials a call now and then, but most of what was going on 
was the same sort of petty graft in which politicians have engaged since 
the first guy declared himself leader of the tribe.  They weren't trying 
to rape the country anymore.

How do I know?  Well, to quote an old sixties comedian, "Ve haff our 
vays...!"

Jun and I moved to DC.  We became kind of a fixture there. Lawmakers 
knew us by sight, and some even greeted us when they saw us in casual 
situations. As long as we weren't showing up in their offices, they 
didn't seem to mind having us around, too much.  We didn't get invited 
to parties or anything like that, but we had our own kind of popularity.

Meanwhile we were doubling as security for Stephanie who, having gotten 
her JD and a PhD Political Science, and passed the bar at the tender age 
of twenty, worked diligently to get the new President elected.  Her 
expertise as a political operative drew on the experience she gained 
through years of monitoring us in our efforts to keep our nation's 
politicians semi-honest.  As a result, she became the youngest Deputy 
Chief of staff in White House history.

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