Synopsis
The theft everyone can see is not the one that matters
On an ordinary September night at Pelican Point Nuclear Generating Station, eight men come across the water, kill a security officer at the fence, and are standing in the control room in under ten minutes.
They are not there to cause a meltdown. They want time, and they want quiet. So the official emergency declaration is entered at the lowest level on the federal ladder, an Unusual Event, and it never moves. The sirens stay off. The response stays small. The people who could help are never told they are needed.
Inside the fence, four people who were never supposed to matter start working the problem with the only tools they have left: a plant they know better than the men holding it. A senior operator one year from retirement who gave up his license the year his wife died. A seventy-two-year-old security officer who ran a reactor for thirty years before he ever carried a sidearm. An instrument technician with a notebook. And a former Army MP who has spent four months reading system descriptions on her breaks because the training department keeps telling her no.
By sunrise the attackers are gone and the plant is still standing, and the arithmetic does not close. Eight men crossed a harbor for a hundred and twenty tons of spent fuel they left lying in a ditch four hundred yards short of the water. Nobody went back for it.
Which means the fuel was never the point, and whatever was, has been walking out of this plant for seven months.
Approx. 109,000 words · Nuclear / techno-thriller · Standalone