We Float Upon a Painted Sea
and onboard carriage surveillance to be manipulated; so rendering your journey undetected. On arrival, make your way to a bar called the Splurge Bucket, which is located on Giles Street, Leith. Edinburgh is an ideal location as surveillance satellite systems have documented problems with image detection in this part of the world. Your contact in Edinburgh is an ecommando called Lúthien who will provide you with details of where and when we can meet. I would advise you to destroy or re-encrypt this message. Do not to discuss any of the contents with anyone, including closest family members. I will say no more until we meet.
    Yours, Itaridlë (Leader of the ELF)”
     
    The Professor had entered the coordinates at the Portal and the TEV climbed the ramp and then accelerated to join the high speed track. He felt uneasy with the sudden loss of control. It reminded him of the childhood experience of a rollercoaster, ascending the rail, the body storing more kinetic energy with every metre climbed, until being subject to the forces of gravity. Finally, out of the urban sprawl of London, he sat back and stared out of the window. His gaze fixed on the multiple rows of green painted laboratory meat processing plants lining the track for countless miles. He sat upright on his seat and began to recall everything he knew about his involvement in a covert project called Silent Wave . He extracted his notepad from his leather satchel and began drawing schematics and equations. Later, he began to write:
     
    “For eleven years I have led a research team at University College London, investigating tsunami wave counteraction measures, through the deployment of Pulsed Power Technology. The concept of artificial oceanic wave generation is an esoteric theory, but not a new one: American scientists had first identified the potential of harnessing the catastrophic forces of the tsunami wave during World War II. The theory was rudimentary and involved the detonation of ten thousand tonnes of TNT explosives on the seabed. It was hoped that the anticipated shockwave would create a tsunami, which would then be targeted against the Japanese fleet.”  The Professor remembered the black and white film of the project and how, as a means of maritime warfare, initial tests proved very disappointing. This provoked Admiral Chester Nimitz to comment on camera, I could make a bigger wave farting in my bath tub .” The Professor managed a painful smile at the image in his mind. He continued writing: “The Government have been aware for years that, as sea levels rose exponentially, billions of Euros were being spent on flood defences, only to find that they were still exposed to the risk of large tidal surges or freak waves. The National Oceanic Centre provided evidence that recent tsunami wave activity in the North Atlantic was a result of ice shelves calving into the Arctic Ocean, and propagating as the wave reached the shallow waters of the North Sea. A tsunami with a vertical height in excess of 10 metres would easily breach both Thames flood barriers, putting London in perpetual danger. To negate the tsunami, my plan had involved a safety net of Cyclone Particle Accelerators, drilled into the ocean bedrock, and linked to pulse propulsion devices, with electro-magnetic guidance systems. These would be located at various points circling the British Isles, and ready to be detonated to create a counter-wave, thus expunging the kinetic energy of the original pulse. My theory was designed only to be used in the event of a mega tsunami approaching a coastal area with a high population density. I believed that the use of such technology could be justified to save the lives of millions, despite the potential for a minute level of radioactive contamination.”
     
    The Professor took a carton of iced tea from vehicles mini-bar and sipped. He stared at the passing clouds and reflected on the ramifications of his actions. He had disclosed top secret information,

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