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  Angry shouts greeted Dr. Nobeyama's startling words. Then the whole Diet erupted in chaos. At the center of it all, the old man stood his ground defiantly.

  Dr. Nobeyama continued his speech, though many of the voices tried to shout him down.

  "Godzilla is not a natural being," he said. "The creature is not a product of evolution or natural selection. Godzilla was born in the radioactive fire of the hydrogen bomb - he has mutated beyond anything we understand.

  "Bombs will confuse Godzilla, missiles will make him angry. But no weapon, except perhaps a direct attack using a nuclear bomb, can possibly harm him. Because nuclear bombs cannot be used near population centers, we must stop this useless attack on Godzilla before it begins."

  More shouts and angry denunciations were heard. The chairman pounded his gavel and demanded order.

  "I have presented my report, and other scientists agree with my conclusions. Attack Godzilla if you must, but be aware that the creature cannot be killed by conventional weapons!"

  With that, Dr. Nobeyama gathered up his papers and slowly made his way out of the crowded Diet chambers. Angry shouts followed him.

  Brian wanted to rush to Dr. Nobeyama's side, but he knew that the old man would be busy briefing other scientists. So he stayed, and listened to speech after speech, for the next three hours.

  Finally, it was decided that the Japanese Self-Defense Force would launch an attack on Godzilla that very evening, using the cadmium shells. Troops were mobilized. Equipment was moving into position. Everything was on schedule.

  At dusk, the army would attack.

  But will these cadmium shells really work? Brian wondered again.

  * * *

  "Cadmium shells will never work," Nick Gordon declared. "Cadmium is fine if you want to put out a nuclear fire. But it won't stop a nuclear chain reaction - which is what Godzilla is!"

  "What makes you so certain Dr. Nobeyama is correct?" Lieutenant Takado asked. "Many scientists don't agree with him."

  "But you saw the film." Nick argued. "Wonder Lizard heals instantly. He can't be killed."

  "But Dr. Nobeyama's work is still theoretical," the lieutenant argued. "Science still has limitations -"

  "Science has nothing to do with it," Nick interrupted passionately. "This attack is all about politics, not science."

  "Hai!" Yoshi said in agreement. "Even when politicians don't know what to do, they must do something to justify their existence."

  The three of them sat in Lieutenant Takado's tent which was lit by a single kerosene lantern. The tent was set up only a mile away from the flat plain where, at dawn, tanks would confront Godzilla.

  Even as they spoke, the special cadmium shells were being delivered to tank commanders in the field.

  All around them, Nick, Yoshi, and Lieutenant Takado could hear the sounds of the upcoming battle. Tanks and artillery rumbled toward the first line of defense, where bulldozers were carving defensive positions. Fuel and supply trucks filled with the specially designed ammunition followed the heavy armor to the front.

  Overhead, Pave Low helicopters, equipped with special night-vision devices, circled the dark skies. Their job was to watch for Godzilla's approach and warn the army if the creature charged direction.

  Periodically, the tent's radio crackled with situation updates and the latest reports on Godzilla's movements. There was excitement, and apprehension, in the air. Every nerve was on edge. No one knew what the morning would bring. The question was debated all over the camp, and in every tank, truck, and aircraft.

  Would the new cadmium shells stop Godzilla?

  Finally, after listening to another update from the choppers, Nick rose and stretched. "I'm going to hit the sleeping bag," he announced.

  "Yes," Lieutenant Takado said. "We should all get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a momentous day."

  * * *

  Hundreds of miles away, in Tokyo, Brian sat with his uncle, Admiral Willis, and a dejected Dr. Nobeyama. The mood was grim. Dr. Nobeyama was convinced that the cadmium shells would fail. The admiral tended to agree with him.

  Worse still, Dr. Nobeyama was certain that the cadmium would force Godzilla to find and consume a nuclear reactor core to replenish his strength. The resulting release of nuclear radiation might become an even bigger threat than Godzilla himself.

  "But if the cadmium shells won't work," Brian asked, "then what can we do? Is humanity helpless?"

  Dr. Nobeyama and Admiral Willis exchanged glances. Then Dr. Nobeyama spoke. "There is a glimmer of hope," he replied.

  "You've found a weakness?" Brian asked excitedly.

  "Perhaps," the Japanese scientist said noncommittally. "But it is only a theory..."

  "Please explain it to me," Brian pleaded. The old man paused, his face unreadable. Then, finally, he nodded.

  "There is a theory that dinosaurs did not become extinct millions of years ago. Some paleontologists believe the dinosaurs evolved because of climactic changes."

  "The theory is that some species of dinosaurs evolved into modern birds," Brian interjected. "Isn't that correct?"

  "Yes," Dr. Nobeyama answered. "You are correct."

  "But how can an obscure theory on dinosaur evolution help us now?" Brian pressed.

  "Through the equipment on the harpoon you fired, we learned much about Godzilla's physical nature," the scientist said. "We managed to get an EEG. That is a reading of Godzilla's brain waves. We learned that Godzilla's brain is very similar to a modern bird's brain - though vastly larger, of course."

  "You see, son." Admiral Willis spoke up. "Dr. Nobeyama believes that Godzilla may respond to the same sounds that a bird responds to. And that's good news for us!"

  "How?" Brian said, feeling hopeful for the first time since he had come face-to-face with the monster called Godzilla.

  "Do you remember all that trouble last year - about the bird sanctuary near the U.S. Naval Base in Okinawa?"

  Brian recalled some of the controversy. "Rare species of birds were at risk of being killed by American aircraft as they took off and landed," he said.

  "Do you know how the problem was solved?" the admiral asked. Brian shook his head.

  "A group at the Pentagon designed a bird alarm system - a high-frequency sound that only the birds could hear. Whenever planes took off, the guys in the tower turned on the alarm -"

  "And it scared all the birds away!" Brian said, thinking fast.

  "Exactly!" said the admiral, grinning.

  Brian turned to Dr. Nobeyama. "So you think we can design an alarm that would frighten Godzilla away?"

  "Not exactly," the doctor replied. "But I think we can devise a type of high-frequency sound lure -"

  "Yes," the admiral interrupted. "Right now, I have some U.S. Navy sound technicians working on the problem. They say that, with Godzilla's brain-wave recordings, they are pretty sure they can come up with a lure of some kind. Perhaps in the next few days -"

  "Yes," Dr. Nobeyama said earnestly. "They must come up with a workable lure before Godzilla arrives in Tokyo!"

  "Is he coming to Tokyo?" Brian asked.

  "I am certain of it," Dr. Nobeyama said ominously "He came here once before, in 1954. Godzilla is drawn here... for some reason we do not fully understand."

  "Why?" Brian asked.

  The doctor scratched his head. "I can only speculate," he said. "Perhaps this area was once the creature's spawning grounds - or feeding grounds.

  "Perhaps Godzilla is a territorial creature, and he thinks that Tokyo is his territory. Whatever the reason, I am sure that Godzilla is coming here - and very soon."

  CHAPTER 16

  ARMORED ATTACK!

  June 8, 1998, 5:57 A.M.

  Third Armored Battalion

  Northeast of Onomichi, on the San-yo plain

  Lieutenant Takado lifted the heavy steel hatch of the armored fighting vehicle and hopped out. She was followed almost immediately by Yoshi and Nick, who were both glad to be out in the open air again. They'd spent
the better part of an hour bumping around inside the cramped quarters of the armored vehicle. It had been a rough ride.

  "Don't these things have shock absorbers?" Nick whined, rubbing his bottom.

  They stepped aside as the armored fighting vehicle gunned its diesel engine, turned completely around, and drove back the way it had come. Dirt and chunks of earth splattered Nick's J. Crew safari pants. He jumped backward.

  The vehicle's steel treads dug up the earth, leaving a trail of deep grooves. They watched as it rolled out of sight over a barren hill. Soon, even the sound of its squeaky treads died, and they were alone on the quiet plain.

  "We walk from here," Lieutenant Takado informed them. "The front lines are not very far, and we have our own observation post."

  Yoshi and Nick lifted their gear and followed. The Japanese youth struggled under the weight of both his video camera and his backpack, which contained a portable satellite link. This equipment would enable him to send his taped images to INN headquarters.

  Nick carried a bag containing blank videotapes, as well as his own portable tape recorder and plenty of audiocassettes.

  During the Kongo-Maru attack, Nick had discovered how useful just speaking his thoughts into a recorder really was. He had been able to give a verbal eyewitness account of the action, without missing a thing. I could never have recalled it all without my tapes, Nick reminded himself.

  He remembered how Brian had teased him for using the exact same method that reporter Stephen Martin had used forty-odd years before. Martin's book, This Is Tokyo, was mostly transcribed from his own voice tapes, made during Godzilla's rampage.

  "I thought you said that Stephen Martin's techniques were old-fashioned," Brian had said when he saw Nick's machine.

  "I said his reporting was old-fashioned," Nick replied defensively. "As far as using a tape recorder is concerned - hey, it works."

  The day before, Nick had been surprised to see what the tank treads had done to the otherwise superb Japanese highway system. The roads leading up to the battleground had become pitted with giant potholes from the treads of millions of tons of armored vehicles.

  Now Nick was shocked to see the damage that these same military vehicles had done to the landscape. Fields of grass and small copses of trees had been flattened. Tracks were everywhere, digging deep furrows into the rich earth.

  Godzilla hasn't arrived yet, but the destruction has already begun, Nick thought grimly. He spoke those words into his tape recorder as they hiked to the observation post.

  Ahead of them, the horizon was filled with dirty black smoke. There were occasional flashes, followed by the sound of the explosions rolling over them a moment later. Each flash illuminated the gigantic figure of Godzilla.

  Again, Nick was awed in the monster's presence. There's no way I can describe this, he thought, frustrated by his limited narrative powers. I guess you just have to be here.

  But he knew that he had to try. It's my job, he reminded himself every time he felt like giving up. Stumbling over the tortured earth, Lieutenant Takado led them on a half-hour hike. Finally, she pointed to an industrial site surrounded by a chain-link fence. "Our post is over there," she told them.

  When they reached the fence's padlocked gate, Lieutenant Takado reached into her pack and produced a key.

  Once through the gate, she pointed to a factory tower of some kind. It was a steel frame covered with thick pipes. More pipes ran up through the middle of the tower. A huge tank was at the top.

  She led them to the base of the tower, stopping at a doorway that led to a metal cage. Nick looked up. At the top of the hundred-and-fifty-foot tower, he saw a small hut with observation windows. The hut was constructed of corrugated metal sheets.

  "Get in," Lieutenant Takado said, opening the door to the metal cage. Nick and Yoshi stepped into the primitive elevator. The lieutenant pressed the button and, with a jolt, the shaky elevator began to rise.

  As the creaky cage neared the top, Nick and Yoshi admired the view. "You certainly know your way around," Nick remarked.

  Lieutenant Takado smiled. "I scouted this place myself," she informed him.

  Soon, they reached a high catwalk. The elevator jerked to a halt and the steel doors slid open. They followed a narrow walkway until they reached another door. This one was unlocked, and they entered the tiny metal hut.

  Inside was a cheap wooden desk, a bare overhead light, and two battered chairs.

  "The accommodations aren't much," Nick quipped. "But the view is spectacular."

  The factory was on top of a low hill, and Nick could see that they occupied the highest ground for miles around.

  Looking out the windows, which lacked glass or even a screen, they could see the battle lines spread out before them. The Japanese tanks were lined up in three rows, waiting for Godzilla's arrival. Over their heads, the skies were alive with military helicopters. Yoshi tapped Nick's shoulder and pointed.

  Nick saw it, too - an ABC helicopter with a huge camera mounted on its fuselage. Nick scanned the morning sky and saw three more news choppers - one from NHK, the Japanese network; one from the Cable News Network; and another from the British Broadcasting Corporation.

  Finally, Yoshi spotted the chopper from INN and showed his partner.

  "Max Hulse is up there." Nick remarked. "They should play his reports over a loudspeaker - they might actually put Godzilla to sleep!"

  As they watched, the news helicopters moved slowly toward the front lines. Each helicopter focused its powerful cameras at the horizon. Looming there was the creature called Godzilla, silhouetted by the explosions and fires in his wake.

  Nick's heart raced in anticipation. He felt strangely alive in the middle of this battlefield He turned to Yoshi. His face was lit with excitement, too. No wonder Yoshi wants to become a war correspondent, Nick mused. There is something powerful and alive about a battlefield. It's so... intense!

  Quickly, Yoshi set up his camera and assembled the portable satellite link. There was plenty of electricity supplied to the tower, courtesy of a nuclear power plant somewhere behind them - and in Godzilla's path.

  While Yoshi spoke to technicians back at INN headquarters, Lieutenant Takado opened a plastic envelope containing a military MRE - Meal, Ready to Eat. She offered one to Nick, who politely declined.

  Suddenly, as one, the front line of tanks began to rev up their idling engines. The tanks, Japanese-made Type 74s and 75s, had round turrets and long 105-millimeter cannons. They looked very different from the U.S. front-line battle tank, the M1A1 Abrams, which had a square, boxlike turret.

  Lieutenant Takado's military radio squawked. A stern voice began giving orders in Japanese. Nick looked at her. "What's going on?" he asked.

  "The general has just given the order," she answered. "The attack is about to begin."

  As the engines continued to rev up, tank commanders popped their heads out of the hatches on top of their turrets. They scanned the horizon with binoculars.

  In a matter of minutes, all guns were pointed at Godzilla.

  Then, again as one, the tanks in the first line mowed forward. They approached the monster slowly over the rough terrain. From the vantage point of the tower, the armored tanks looked like turtles as they crawled toward Godzilla.

  Undaunted by the line of tanks that moved to block his way, the monster approached.

  Now the thunder of Godzilla's footsteps could be heard over the noise of the tanks. Finally, the monster noticed the tiny pests that had come to hurt him.

  Puzzled at the intruders, Godzilla turned his head to one side in curiosity. He seemed to wonder just what these things were.

  Suddenly, a yellow trail of fire shot across the slate gray morning sky. The signal flare burst into green incandescence right in front of the creature's nose. Godzilla reared back and opened his huge maw.

  A terrible, echoing roar of confusion issued from the creature's throat.

  And at that moment, fire and smoke and steel belched out of
a hundred cannons. The first line of tanks fired in unison. The thunderous sound rolled across the San-yo plain. Burning shells sped toward the creature with a whistling howl.

  Nick covered his ears. The tower vibrated from the ear-shattering din. For a moment, Godzilla seemed to be engulfed in smoke and flames. Hundreds of shells burst against his hide and penetrated his flesh. His roar of pain and rage rolled across the plain. Godzilla's mighty cry drowned out the sound of the tanks.

  Nick felt a stab of fear. Yoshi, too, was shaken. But the young Japanese stubbornly continued to film footage of the attack.

  Another volley of tank shells, fired from the second row of tanks, slammed against Godzilla within moments of the first. More explosions flashed all over the creature's chest, neck, and face. A third volley followed. Then a fourth.

  The whole world seemed to shake. Nick turned off his tape recorder - the sound level meter was reacting wildly to the terrible roar of battle. The machine was useless in this chaos.

  Smoke billowed across the battlefield, obscuring Godzilla like a shroud. Nick's eyes strained to pierce the haze, which seemed to roll toward them on the breeze. Occasionally he could catch a glimpse of the monster through the cauldron of smoke and fire.

  For a moment, Godzilla's eyes seemed to stare back at Nick through the haze.

  Then the guns were quieted. The smoke cleared.

  To Nick's surprise, a terrible roar filled his ears. I can't believe it.

  Godzilla was still standing! Despite the highly praised cadmium shells, the creature seemed totally unaffected by the munitions that had been fired into his body at almost point-blank range. Even Yoshi gasped in surprise. Lieutenant Takado frowned, then keyed her radio.

  The tanks in the front line began to back up or veer away. The entire line was soon scattered as the tanks - now out of ammunition - tried to flee from the battlefield. But Godzilla directed his reptilian gaze down at a dozen vehicles on his right. His dorsal fins glimmered, and with an angry grunt, he spat blue fire.