Patriot games - Tom Clancy [246]
The driver sighed. "Third time. There's a problem with the electrical transformer at the end of the road. Have the people here been complaining about the electricity?"
"Yeah," the second man, Avery, said. "I noticed, too. What gives?"
The man in the right seat answered. "I'm Alex Dobbens, field engineer. We have a new, experimental transformer on this line. There's a test monitor on the box, and it's been sending out some weird signals, like the box is going to fail. We're here to check it out."
"Could we see some ID, please?"
"Sure." Alex got out of the truck and walked around. He handed over his BG&E identification card. "What the hell's going on here?"
"Can't say." Avery examined the pass and handed it back. "You have a work order?"
Dobbens gave the man his clipboard. "Hey, if you want to check it out, you can call that number up top. That's the field-operations office at company headquarters in Baltimore. Ask for Mr. Griffin."
Avery talked into his radio, ordering his men to do just that. "Do you mind if we look at the truck?"
"Be my guest," Dobbens replied. He led the two agents around. He noted also that four men were keeping a very close eye on things, and that they were widely separated, with their hands free. Others were scattered across the yard. He yanked open the sliding door and waved the two agents inside.
The agents saw a mass of tools and cables and test equipment. Avery let his subordinate do the searching. "Do you have to go back there now?"
"The transformer might go out, man. I could let it, but the folks in the neighborhood might be upset if the lights went off. People are like that, you know? Do you mind if I ask who you are?"
"Secret Service." Avery held up his ID. Dobbens was taken aback.
"Jeez! You mean the President's back there?"
"I can't say," Avery replied. "What's the problem with the transformer-you said it was new?"
"Yeah, it's an experimental model. It uses an inert cooling agent instead of PBBs, and it has a built-in surge-suppressor. That's probably the problem. It looks like the unit's temperature-sensitive for some reason. We've adjusted it several times, but we can't seem to get it dialed in right. I've been on the project for a couple of months. Usually I let my people do it, but this time the boss wanted me to eyeball it myself." He shrugged. "It's my project."
The other agent came out of the van and shook his head. Avery nodded. Next the chief agent called the radio van, whose occupants had called Baltimore Gas & Electric and confirmed what Alex had told them.
"You want to send a guy to watch us?" Dobbens asked.
"No, that's okay. How long will it take?" Avery asked.
"Your guess is as good as mine, sir. It's probably something simple, but we haven't figured it out yet. "The simple ones are the ones that kill you."
"There's a storm coming in. I wouldn't want to be up on a pole in one of those," the agent observed.
"Yeah, well, while we're sitting here, we're not getting much work done. Everything okay with you guys?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
"You really can't tell me who's in the neighborhood?"
Avery smiled. "Sorry."
"Well, I didn't vote for him anyway." Dobbens laughed.
"Hold it!" the second agent called.
"What's the matter?"
"That left-front tire." The man pointed.
"Goddammit, Louis!" Dobbens growled at the driver. The steel belt was showing on part of the tire.
"Hey, boss, it's not my fault. They were supposed to change it this morning. I wrote it up Wednesday," the driver protested. "I got the order slip right here."
"All right, just take it easy." Dobbens looked over to the agent. "Thanks, man."
"Can't you change it?"
"We don't have a jack. Somebody lifted it. That's a problem with company trucks. Something is always missing. It'll be all right. Well, we got a transformer to fix. See ya." Alex reboarded the truck and waved as the vehicle pulled off.
"Good one, Louis."
The driver smiled. "Yeah, I thought the tire was a nice touch. I counted fourteen."
"Right. Three in the trees. Figure four more in the house. They're not our problem."