It was a simple bill of lading, showing a shipment originating from the naval station in Everett, Washington, and delivered to the one in Norfolk, Virginia. The bill of lading was dated October 24, 1969, and the payload was described as a shipping container with contents weighing 6,431 pounds. “I don’t get it,” she said, flipping the paper over to see if anything was written on the back. “What am I looking at?” General Carr’s voice was even and firm. “It’s a clue, Madam President.” “All right, but a clue to what?” “If I’m right, that bill shows someone taking possession of the bombs, before they were even declared missing.” “In 1969?” He nodded. “What makes you so sure it’s the bombs?” she asked. “Look at the note the receiving officer made when it was inspected.” She studied the page. In the corner was a small indiscriminate note. Only four words were scribbled. Twelve crates marked Weteye. “What in the world is a Weteye?” “Weteye was the military’s nickname for the Mk-116 bomb.”
