In this explosive new thriller, one of the most incredible and frightening discoveries mankind has ever faced is about to surface.
On an oil platform in the middle of the North Atlantic, a terrifying series of illnesses is spreading through the crew. When expert naval doctor Peter Crane is flown in, he finds his real destination is not the platform itself but Deep Storm: a top secret aquatic science facility, two miles below on the ocean floor. And as Crane soon learns, the covert operation he finds there is concealing something far more sinister than a medical mystery—and much more deadly.
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About the Author
Lincoln Child is the author of Death Match, Deep Storm, Terminal Freeze, The Third Gate, and The Forgotten Room, as well as co-author, with Douglas Preston, of numerous New York Times bestsellers, including Blue Labyrinth, White Fire, Cold Vengeance, and Relic. He lives with his wife and daughter in Morristown, New Jersey.
Place of Birth:Westport, Connecticut
Education:B.A., Carleton College, 1979
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Deep StormA Novel
By Lincoln Child
DoubledayCopyright © 2007 Lincoln Child
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It looked, Peter Crane thought, like a stork: a huge white stork, rising out of the water on ridiculously delicate legs. But as the helicopter drew closer and the distant outline sharpened against the sea horizon, the resemblance gradually fell away. The legs grew sturdier, became tubular pylons of steel and pre–stressed concrete. The central body became a multi–level superstructure, studded with flare stacks and turbines, festooned with spars and girders. And the thin, neck–like object above resolved into a complex crane-and-derrick assembly, rising several hundred feet above the superstructure.
The pilot pointed at the approaching platform, held up two fingers. Crane nodded his understanding.
It was a brilliant, cloudless day, and Crane squinted against the bright ocean stretching away on all sides. He felt tired and disoriented by travel: commercial flight from Miami to New York, private Gulfstream G150 charter to Reykjavik, and now helicopter. But the weariness hadn't blunted his deep--and growing--curiosity.
It wasn't so much that Amalgamated Shale was interested in his particular expertise: that he thought he could understand. It was the hurry with which they'd wanted him to drop everything and rush out to the Storm King platform that surprised him. Then there was the fact that AmShale's forward headquarters in Iceland had, rather oddly,been bustling with technicians and engineers rather than the usual drillers and roughnecks.
And then there was the other thing. The helicopter pilot wasn't an AmShale employee. He wore a Navy uniform--and a sidearm.
As the chopper banked sharply around the side of the platform, heading for the landing zone, Crane realized for the first time just how large the oil rig was. The jacket structure alone had to be eight stories high. Its upper deck was covered with a bewildering maze of modular structures. Here and there, men in yellow safety uniforms checked couplings and worked pump equipment, dwarfed by the machinery that surrounded them. Far, far below, the ocean frothed and worried around the pillars of the substructure, where it vanished beneath the surface to run the thousands of feet to the sea floor itself.
The chopper slowed, turned, and settled down onto the green hexagon of the landing zone. As Crane reached back for his bags, he noticed that someone was standing at the edge of the LZ, waiting: a tall, thin woman in an oilskin jacket. He thanked the pilot, opened the passenger door, and stepped out into frigid air, ducking instinctively under the whirring blades.
The woman held out her hand at his approach. "Dr. Crane?"
Crane shook the hand. "Yes."
"This way, please." The woman turned and led the way off the landing platform, down a short set of stairs, and along a metal catwalk to a closed, submarine–style hatch. She did not give her name.
A uniformed seaman stood guard outside the hatch, rifle at his side. He nodded as they approached, opened the hatch, then closed and secured it behind them.
Beyond lay a spacious, brightly–lit corridor, studded along both sides with open doors. There was no frantic hum of turbines, no deep throbbing of derrick equipment. The smell of oil, though detectable, was faint, almost as if efforts had been made to remove it.
Crane followed the woman, bags slung over his shoulder, glancing curiously into the rooms as he passed. Once again, curiosity pricked at him: there were laboratories full of whiteboards and workstations; computer centers; communications suites. Topside had been quiet, but there was plenty of activity here.
Crane decided he'd venture a question. "Are the divers in a hyperbaric chamber?" he asked. "Can I see them now?"
"This way, please," the woman repeated.
They turned a corner, descended a staircase, and entered another hallway, even wider and longer than the first. The rooms they passed were larger here: machine shops, storage bays for high–tech equipment Crane didn't recognize. Crane frowned. Although Storm King resembled an oil rig in all outward appearances, it was clearly no longer in the business of pumping crude.
What the hell is going on here?
"Have any vascular specialists or pulmonologists been flown in from Iceland?" he asked.
The woman didn't answer, and Crane shrugged. He'd come this far--he could stand to wait another couple of minutes.
Up ahead, the woman had stopped before a closed door of gray metal. "Mr. Lassiter is waiting for you," she said.
Lassiter? Crane wondered. That wasn't a name he recognized. The person who'd spoken to him over the phone, briefed him about the problem at the rig, had been named Simon. He glanced at the door. There was the nameplate, white letters on black plastic, spelling out E. Lassiter, External Liaison.
Crane turned back to the woman in the oilskin jacket, but she was already moving down the corridor. He shifted his bags, knocked on the door.
"Enter," came the crisp voice from within.
E. Lassiter was a tall, thin man with closely–cropped blond hair. He stood up as Crane entered, came around his desk, shook hands. He wasn't wearing a military uniform, but with his haircut and his brisk, economical movements he might as well have been. The office was small and just as efficient–looking as its tenant. The desk was almost studiously bare: there was a single manila envelope on it, carefully sealed, and a digital recorder.
"You can stow your gear there," Lassiter said, indicating a far corner. "Please sit down."
"Thanks." Crane took the proffered seat. "I'm eager to learn just what the emergency is. My escort here didn't have much to say on the subject."
"Actually, neither will I." Lassiter gave a brief smile, which disappeared as quickly as it came. "That will come. My job is to ask you a few questions."
Crane digested this. "Go ahead," he said after a moment.
Lassiter pressed a button on the recorder. "This recording is taking place on June 2. Present are myself--Edward Lassiter--and Dr. Peter Crane. Location is the E. R. F. Support and Supply Station." Lassiter glanced over the desk at Crane. "Dr. Crane, you are aware that your tour of service here cannot be fixed to a specific length?"
"And you understand that you must never divulge anything you witness here, or recount your actions while at the Facility?"
"And are you willing to sign an affidavit to that effect?"
"Dr. Crane, have you ever been arrested?"
"Were you born a citizen of the United States, or are you naturalized?"
"I was born in New York City."
"Are you taking medication for any ongoing physical condition?"
"Do you abuse alcohol or drugs with any regularity?"
Crane had fielded the questions with growing surprise. "Unless you call the occasional weekend six–pack 'abuse', then no."
Lassiter didn't smile. "Are you claustrophobic, Dr. Crane?"
Lassiter put the recorder on pause. Then he picked up the manila envelope, slit it open with a finger, pulled out half a dozen sheets of paper, and passed them across the table. "If you could please read and sign each of these," he said, plucking a pen from a pocket and placing it beside the sheets.
Crane picked them up and began to read. As he did so, his surprise turned to something close to disbelief. There were three separate non–disclosure agreements, an Official Secrets Act affidavit, and something called a Binding Cooperation Initiative. All were branded documents of the U.S. Government; all required signature; and all threatened dire consequences if any of their articles were breached.
Crane put the documents down. He was uncomfortably aware of Lassiter's gaze upon him. This was too much. Maybe he should thank Lassiter politely, then excuse himself and head back to Florida.
But how, exactly, was he going to do that? AmShale had already paid a great deal of money to get him here. The helicopter had already left. He was--to put it euphemistically--between research projects at the moment. And besides, he had never been one to turn down a challenge: especially one as mysterious as this.
He picked up the pen and, without giving himself time to reconsider, signed all six documents.
"Thank you," Lassiter said. He started the recorder again. "Let the transcript show that Dr. Crane has signed the requisite forms." Then, snapping off the recorder, he stood. "If you'll follow me, Doctor, I think you'll get your answers."
He led the way out of the office and down the corridor, through a labyrinthine administrative area, up an elevator, and into a well–furnished library, stocked with books, magazines, and computer workstations. Lassiter gestured toward a table on the far side of the room, which held only a computer monitor. "I'll come back for you," he said, then turned on his heel and left the room.
Crane sat where directed, watching the door close behind Lassiter. There was nobody else in the library, and he was beginning to wonder what would happen next, when the computer screen winked on in front of him. It showed the face of a grey–haired, deeply tanned man in his late sixties. Some kind of introductory video, Crane thought. But when the face smiled directly at him, he realized he wasn't looking at a computer monitor, but a closed–circuit television screen, with a tiny camera embedded in its upper frame.
"Hello, Dr. Crane," the man said. He smiled, his kindly face breaking into a host of creases. "My name is Howard Asher."
"Pleased to meet you," Crane told the screen.
"I'm the chief scientist of the National Ocean Service. Have you heard of it?"
"Isn't that the ocean–management arm of NOAA?"
"I'm a little confused, Dr. Asher--it's Doctor, right?"
"Right. But call me Howard."
"Howard. What does the National Ocean Service have to do with an oil rig? And where's Mr. Simon, the person who I spoke with on the phone? The one who arranged all this? He said he'd be here to meet me."
"Actually, Dr. Crane, there is no Mr. Simon. But I'm here, and I'll be happy to explain what I can."
Crane frowned. "I was told there were medical issues with the divers maintaining the rig's underwater equipment. Was that a deception, too?"
"Only in part. There has been a lot of deception, and for that I'm sorry. But it was necessary. We had to be sure. You see, secrecy is absolutely critical to this project. Because what we have here, Peter--may I call you Peter?--is the scientific and historical discovery of the century."
"The century?" Crane repeated, not fully able to keep the disbelief from his voice.
"You're right to be doubtful. But this is no deception, Peter. It's the last thing from it. Still, 'discovery of the century' may not be quite accurate."
"I didn't think so," Crane replied.
"I should have called it the greatest discovery of all time."
Crane stared at the image on the viewscreen. Dr. Asher was smiling back at him in a friendly, almost paternal way. But there was nothing in the smile that suggested a joke.
"I couldn't tell you the truth, Peter, until you were physically here, at the Facility. And until you'd been fully vetted. We used your travel time to complete that process. Fact is, there's still much I can't tell you, even now."
Crane looked over his shoulder. The library was empty. "Why? Isn't this line secure?"
"Oh, it's secure. But we need to know you're fully committed to the project first."
Crane waited, saying nothing.
"What little I can tell you now is nevertheless highly secret. Even if you decline our offer, you will still be bound by all the confidentiality agreements."
"I understand," Crane said.
"Very well." Asher hesitated. "Peter, the platform you're on right now is suspended over something more than an oil field. Something much more."
"What's that?" Crane asked automatically.
Asher smiled mysteriously. "Suffice to say the well drillers on the platform discovered something nearly two years ago. Something so fantastic that, overnight, the platform stopped pumping oil and took on a new and highly secret role."
"Let me guess. You can't tell me what it is."
Asher laughed. "No, not yet. But it's such an important discovery the government is, quite literally, sparing no expense to reclaim it."
"It's buried in the sea bed directly below this platform. Remember I called this the discovery of all time? What's going on here is, in essence, a dig: an archaeological dig like none other. And we are, quite literally, making history."
"But why all the secrecy?"
"Because if people caught wind of what we've found, it would instantly become front–page news on every paper in the world. In hours, the place would be a disaster area. Half a dozen governments, all claiming sovereignty; journalists; rubberneckers. The discovery is simply too critical to be jeopardized that way."
Crane leaned back in his chair, considering. The entire trip was becoming almost surreal. The rushed flight plans, the oil platform that wasn't a platform, the veil of secrecy...and now this face in a box, speaking of an unimaginably important discovery.
"Call me old fashioned," he said, "but I'd feel a lot better about it if you'd take the time to see me in person, talk face to face."
"Unfortunately, Peter, it's not that easy. Commit to the project, though, and you'll see me soon enough."
"I don't understand. Why, exactly, is it so difficult?"
Asher chuckled again. "Because at the moment, I'm several thousand feet beneath you."
Crane stared at the screen. "You mean--"
"Precisely. The Storm King oil platform is just the support structure, the resupply station. The real action is far below. That's why I'm speaking to you over this videofeed."
Crane digested this a moment. "What's down there?" he asked quietly.
"Imagine a huge research station, ten levels high, full of equipment and technology beyond the cutting edge, all sunk into the ocean floor. That's the ERF--the heart and soul of the most extraordinary archaeological effort of all time."
"Exploratory and Recovery Facility. But we refer to it simply as the Facility. The military--you know how fond they are of buzzwords--have labeled it Deep Storm."
"I noticed the military presence. Why are the soldiers necessary?"
"I could tell you it's because the Facility is government property, because the NOS is a branch of the government. And that's true. But the real reason is because a lot of the technology we're using in the recovery project is classified."
"What about those men I saw topside, working on the rig?"
"Window dressing, for the most part. We do have to look like a functioning oil platform, after all."
"They've been paid exceptionally well to lease us the rig, act as front office, and ask no questions."
Crane shifted in his chair. "This Facility you mention. That's where I'd be quartered?"
"Yes. It's where all the marine scientists, historians, and engineers live and work. I know how much time you've spent in submerged environments, Peter, and I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. Actually, 'amazed' is more like it. You've got to see the place to believe it--the Facility is a miracle of undersea technology."
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“Harrowing and brilliantly conceived.” —Clive Cussler“Fast paced…. Page-turning action.” —The Denver Post “Clever…. A sci-fi mystery thriller.” —San Jose Mercury News“Thrilling and tantalizing…. A fascinating riddle…exhilarating.” —Vince Flynn, bestselling author of Protect and Defend “Lincoln Child has a well-earned reputation for writing solid thrillers.” —Tampa Tribune
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This book starts out a little slow but keeps you captivated the whole way through. It keeps you wondering what is going to happen. The end of this book is different but it is good. I enjoyed reading this book and would recommend it to others.
As usual, Lincoln Child has provided his readers with yet another action filled technothriller! I found this novel extremely well researched, has a spellbinding plot, and characters you love and hate. I go for technothrillers for a couple reasons. They are usually set in facinating places (i.e. the 2 Artic Regions, underwater, etc.) They keep u on the edge of your seat, and tapping faster and faster to see what is on the next page. Lincoln Child definitely has a huge fan in me. I also love the books he co-writes with Douglas Preston. This book was terrific, and I highly recommend it to all persons. It won't let u down. Vallie
One of the best books I've ever read. Its got monks, scientists, military and more. I was on the edge of my seat the whole read. Just when you think you've got something figured out, boom! Plot twist that takes you in a whole different direction. It is an easy and thrilling read. Don't read too many reviews or overviews. Just dive in and hang on to your seat!
Loads of suspence, non-stop action, lurking conspiracy, and just the right touch of creepy...Mr Child does not disappoint. Sat and read this one cover to cover completely forgetting to even stop for dinner. This one had me holding my breath and wondering just what I'd do if I were in the main character's shoes.
Mr. Child's novel had a lot of good twists and turns in the plot that made it just a little unpredictable. It was a bit too easy to pick out the villains though. Love a good "what if?" story? Then this novel will fit the bill on that account! The science was believable and explained without being too brainy. Plan on trying others by this author after this first encounter. Plenty of action to balance out the science side of things too.
"Deep Storm" is a solid and serviceable techno/scifi-thriller. The characters are not deep, but the story is both engaging and exciting, and I was very motivated to read it all the way through. Lincoln Child's story is of a secret submerged deep water facility built to uncover a mysterious energy source. Dr. Crane is asked to join the effort in order to uncover a series of illnesses sweeping through the employees of the facility (scientists and military). I've read Preston and Child before - "Ice Limit" and "Riptide" I found to be particularly good. The characters, I felt, were much stronger in those stories. But it didn't matter in "Deep Storm". The book is a very quick read, heavy on action and science. As long as you can live without strong characters, I'd recommend this well-written and exciting book.
Lincoln Child and Dan Preston do their homework and put forth a tale that is great fun to swallow up! I love the hi-tech tools, devices, and theories they come up with. If you're a lover of undersea adventures, government secrecy tales, and hi-tech/scientific fun...this is a great pick for you!
This book kept me interested from the start, until about 2/3 of the way through, then it started dragging. I couldn't wait to find out what was down below, and when the answer finally came, I was disappointed. This is definitely a one time read. --K--
This wasn't awful but it really wasn't too good either. It was a hodge-podgey read, ie it had little doses of a lot of things- action, science, sex - you get the idea. But at the end of the day, it was all quite shallow. There was no real depth to anything, sort of like a bad Hollywood action movie that doesn't know what it wants to be.
What can I say without using spoilers? The story was good and interesting. I’d say it was similar in quality and atmosphere to Riptide. And, when trying to determine what book to read, I chose this after realizing that Lincoln Child is the better writer of the Preston & Child duo. The writing just flows better. I think Preston has a more scientific background, so I'm hoping for more collaboration outside of the Pendergast series.
A quick suspense read but it is capable a packing a wallop.
"Deep Storm" is a solid and serviceable techno/scifi-thriller. The characters are not deep, but the story is both engaging and exciting, and I was very motivated to read it all the way through.Lincoln Child's story is of a secret submerged deep water facility built to uncover a mysterious energy source. Dr. Crane is asked to join the effort in order to uncover a series of illnesses sweeping through the employees of the facility (scientists and military).I've read Preston and Child before - "Ice Limit" and "Riptide" I found to be particularly good. The characters, I felt, were much stronger in those stories. But it didn't matter in "Deep Storm". The book is a very quick read, heavy on action and science.As long as you can live without strong characters, I'd recommend this well-written and exciting book.
Unputdownable thriller!Deep Storm is one of the best thrillers I've ever read. It has flawless pacing, an incredibly interesting story, an excellent sense of place, non-stop action, and just the right amount of character development. It has a tantalizing touch of the paranormal, a mysterious historical event that keeps surprising and unfolding, along with a great setting. The setting of an offshore oil rig and deepsea lab offers an intimacy of place, exotic to the everyday person, that envelops the reader. It should come with a warning that says "Contents Under Pressure" - you feel the deadly pressure of the ocean you are taken deep into, along with ever-mounting action and the relentless unveiling of fascinating mystery after mystery. The story stays tight to the protagonist's point of view, so you feel you are walking the halls, seeing and experiencing everything right along with him. There were many times where I felt like I was looking characters in the eye and feeling the mounting tension all around. Action and reactions were always believable. You are never separated from the central action and purpose of the story. I was riveted.I've read a lot of thrillers and after reading Deep Storm I came to better appreciate the solid pacing that keeps the reader turning pages, balanced with just the right amount of description of environment and action so that you can picture and imagine everything, but not get bogged down in endless showy descriptions that sometimes can seem like author showmanship and slow the story down. This never happens here, though it is superbly researched. Deep Storm is just excellent storytelling, with a perfect blend of action and intrigue. The only thing I could say might have been improved upon was that I wish the explanation at the end could have been developed a little further. There's so much build up to it, it's such a cool concept, that I would have liked to stay with it just a little longer and explore it a bit more. Having said that, it is sufficient and I can understand why it was done the way it was.I honestly could not put this book down, the story grabs you from page one and never lets go. It's a 5-star read all the way. Every day I looked so forward to diving back into the story and eagerly did so. I think this is the fastest I've read any book. Lincoln Child has the gift for penning thrillers, no doubt. Highly recommended!~Rai Aren, co-author of Secret of the Sands
Really enjoyed. Listened to an audio. Suspenseful. Major oil rig finds something. The military and scientists build an underwater platform to discover what is there. People start to go crazy. A medicial doctor is brought on board to help solve the problem. The military and the scientists beliefs collide. Secrecy rules. Some people on board think they should walk away and other run to to find out more. ADVENTURE!
Unbelivable sci-fi setting was unsettling at first until a friend mentioned that the underwater environment was no less believable than outer space environments. Once I could suspend disbelief, it started to get better.The mystery down below took a lot longer to expose, but the moral question it posed for society was very interesting, and well supported by a good setup.
Great thriller, lots of suspense ...keeps you turning the pages.
Summoned to a remote oil rig to diagnose a strange medical ailment among the rig workers, ex-Navy physician Peter Crane soon discovers that the condition is linked to the science research station Deep Storm, where, thousands of feet underwater on the floor of the Atlantic, a top-secret team has been excavating the ruins of the legendary Atlantis.
Although he often co-authors with Douglas Preston, I also look forward to the individual works of Lincoln Child. His books always provide an interesting twist on the mystery/thriller genre. This novel follows a former navel doctor as he tries to diagnose strange medical problems on an undersea research station. A combination of adventure, suspense and scientific inquiry makes this an engaging story.
Doctor Peter Crane decides to take a job aboard a deep sea oil rig--at least that's what he thinks he's doing until he learns differently. The oil rig is really a cover for a deep sea archeological expedition--he is told it is to uncover the ruins of Atlantis, but as the story progresses he becomes suspicious that all the security is to cover up something much more than what he has been told. And people are indeed getting sick, but the illness is extremely myserious so he is also spending a lot of time trying to figure out what it is. Will he be able to figure out the answers to all his questions in time to save the people of the "deep storm" project?A good solid suspense/thriller novel, fans of Clive Cussler, Robin Cook, etc. will eat this one up.
Another exciting story, had me holding my breath to the very end. Wonderful
I enjoyed this book although it's premise was hard to swallow.