“Ava!” Hiroshi was screaming now. “I know who Ava is, Breece! It’s her or me! You have to kill…”
Breece pulled the trigger. The boom echoed like a cannon in the small space. The muzzle flash singed his face, so close to Hiroshi’s. Blood splattered on his cheek, his brow, the lids of his closed eyes. Hiroshi went silent.
White noise.
[CONNECTION LOST]
Kade jolted in shock and frustration. Damn it!
Breece stepped back, let go of his grip, opened his eyes. The body of his friend slumped slowly to the ground, his head sliding down the garage wall as it fell, leaving a trail of blood and expelled brain behind it.
The gun fell from Breece’s limp fingers. He barely noticed. He stared numbly down at the body of his dead friend. And then Breece collapsed to his knees, brought his bloodstained hands up to cover his singed and splattered face.
One of the smartest men he’d ever known. One of the bravest. A man who’d fought to give others freedom. To give them the right to become more than human.
A man who’d died to protect his team. His family.
Hiroshi should have lived forever. He should have become immortal and posthuman. He’d earned it. He’d deserved it far more than most. He would have used his intelligence and courage to make the world a better place.
Breece dropped his hands to his sides, opened his eyes, forced himself to look at what he’d done to his friend, his brother. “I’m going to find you,” Breece said to the thing that had invaded Hiroshi’s mind. “I’m going to make you suffer. I’m going to make you wish for death.”
43
CAPTURE
Saturday October 27th
Feng’s world slowed as the vehicles appeared in the rear view display in the corner of his armored windshield. Black SUVs. Two of them. Men leaned out, soldiers in sleek black combat armor. They had automatic weapons in their hands. Feng’s combat senses painted g-force curves on the road ahead of him, projected paths he could take. The guns behind them opened fire, aiming low at the metal honeycomb tires. They couldn’t be popped, but enough gunfire could eat away at them. Stray shots pinged off the armored back.
Feng spun the wheel hard, turning them down a side street. The world spun outside his window as g-forces pushed him to the side. His wounds ached in protest. He ignored the pain, pushed the jeep harder into the turn, letting the g-force press him against the door, feeling for the grip of the jeep to the road.
The soldiers fired again, from both vehicles, and he felt more shots bite into the honeycomb tires. Another indicator flared yellow. The first went red. He held onto the wheel as it jerked, kept the jeep straight.
An alley loomed to the left and he turned hard into it, daring the SUVs to come after him into the narrow lane where they could only follow in a single file.
Trash cans loomed in his view and he plowed into them, sending them flying. Rubbish flew into the alley in slow motion as a can he’d hit spun end over end into the air.
One SUV turned hard after him, then another. The soldier leaned out the window, firing, then ducked back into the vehicle as another trash can Feng had sent airborne tumbled at them, narrowly missing him.
Now, Feng thought.
He slammed the brakes hard. His bruises and bullet wound screamed in pain as deceleration pushed him into the safety belt.
Then there was a horrendous crash, another jerk of acceleration as the vehicle behind them careened into their rear end.
Feng grunted in pain, then jammed on the accelerator. Half the rear view display was black now, the cameras in the rear destroyed. In the other half he could see that the SUV’s front end was wrecked, that it would be going nowhere, plugging up the alley, preventing the vehicle behind it from pursuing.
Yes! Feng thought.
Wha’? Kade’s mind jerked back to the here and now. Feng risked a glance to his side, saw Kade’s eyes wide, felt Kade’s mind bursting with failure and frustration.
Then the alley walls exploded in a burst of flame and brick ahead of them.
Shiva blinked as the feed from the avatar bot cut out abruptly.
Hayes saw it happen on screen, spoke up. “Teams C and D are inbound.”
Shiva brought his attention back to the displays before them. From a camera on one of the drones he watched the armored jeep rush into an alley, his men following, firing at the wheels, trying to disable the vehicle without harming Lane.
The jeep slammed to a halt and one of his chase cars crashed into its armored rear.
“Blow the alley’s far end,” Hayes said into his microphone. “Cut them off.”
Overhead two of their circling drones launched micromissiles at the building walls fifty meters forward of the once-again accelerating jeep. Shiva held his breath. They could not kill Lane!
Then the missiles struck home, and the walls of the buildings flanking the alley came down in a heap of fire and rubble.
Feng watched the walls coming down in slow motion and immediately knew they wouldn’t make it. He slammed hard on the brakes as the walls collapsed in front of them. The jeep slowed, skidded, skewed to one side, but they were too close, moving too fast.
The front right wheel of their vehicle hit the pile of rubble in a jarring crash that he felt through his bones and Kade’s, and then they were flipping over it, gravity shifting as the momentum of the jeep’s rear carried it up and over the front of the vehicle, somersaulting it crazily, end over end, spinning, rolling as it flipped.
Feng let his body go limp as they’d taught him. Relaxed every muscle and let his mind freeze time around him. He took in everything at once, the way he’d been built and trained to do in combat: the spin and trajectory of the jeep, over and to the side, destined to hit the building on the right; Kade’s gasp of shock and alarm, the belt around him; the weapons in easy reach, those he’d take when they left the vehicle.
Then their tumble through the air ended as they crashed into the side of the alley, still spinning, crashed through the brick wall, through support beams, opening a wide gash in the building, before coming to rest on the driver’s side of the jeep.
“Out!” Feng yelled. Kade was shaken from the crash, bruised by his safety belt, his mind still shocked and stunned from the hurtle they’d taken through the air. His side was up. Feng’s was down. They had to open Kade’s door, climb out, escape before those soldiers got here.
KADE. OUT! Feng sent his friend.
Kade jerked back to the present. He reached to his right, now above him, pushed to open the door. Feng felt the pain flare through his friend’s right hand, still too weak and sensitive for this.
Feng unclipped his safety belt, got his feet beneath him on the driver’s side door, now the floor of the sideways vehicle. He climbed up, over Kade, still belted into his seat, and threw the door open, climbing out onto the uppermost side of the toppled vehicle.
It was chaos outside the car, in the building. Dust and smoke filled the air. Water sprayed into the air from broken pipes. A torn-up power line was throwing sparks. The wheels on the jeep’s right side, the side he stood on now, were still spinning.
The building was groaning ominously. More dust was falling from the ceiling above. They had to get out of here.
He reached down, grabbed Kade by forearm and belt.
“Unclip!” he yelled.
Kade nodded, snapped off his safety belt, and Feng hauled him up onto the side of the armored jeep, then helped him down to the ground. Kade stood there, leaning against the vehicle, coughs racking him, his neck and midsection throbbing in pain from the whiplash of the crash, the constriction of the belt.
Feng dropped to his belly atop the jeep and reached back into the passenger compartment, pulled out weapons. A belt with grenades and knives he slung over one shoulder. A wicked sixty-centimeter blade over the other. A submachine gun and two spare clips of ammo.