Half the HRT squad set up a temporary perimeter while the other half pulled some more equipment from the second chopper.
Principal among these were two mobile robots, weighing about a hundred pounds apiece. They set them on the ground, fired them up, and one HRT member, using what looked like a very sophisticated joystick, sent the first robot into action. It rolled around and around the perimeter of the house, growing closer to it with each pass and finally entering the house and making a sweep inside. If there were any mines, IEDs, or other explosives here, the robot's onboard infrared sensors would detect them before detonation occurred. Then the HRT explosives specialists could dispose of them safely.
No explosives were detected, so they sent out the second robot. This was even more cutting-edge than the first. The HRT squad had named this machine the Gamma Hound. Its role was to detect radiological, biological, or chemical substances over whatever ground it passed. The HRT squad member used a practiced hand at the joystick to send Gamma Hound on its rounds, even rolling it up on the porch and into the house. Gamma Hound never once "barked." The place was clean.
Only then did the HRT squad approach the house and then go inside. What they found in there stunned even the most veteran members of the group.
The leader got on his two-way and reported, "We got a nonresponsive Caucasian female between thirty and forty in a hospital bed hooked up to what appears to be an elaborate life support system juiced by a battery generator. We've checked the place for weapons and other threats and found none. Other than her the place is clean."
The squad leader waiting outside listened to this report and then exclaimed, "What in the hell did you just say?"
His man repeated it. The HRT leader in turn radioed this information back to the president's chopper.
One of his men looked at him and said, "What do we do now?"
"We go over that house with a fine-toothed comb. And we lock this whole area. I don't want one living thing, other than the coma lady in there, within a thousand yards of this place."
"Who is she?"
"I have no idea, and I don't need to know. All I know is the president is coming and nothing is going to harm him on my watch. Now move out!"
Another careful search was made of the area. HRT men tramped on and around the bunker where Carlos sat huddled. They didn't find the camera in the tree because Quarry, ever the detail man, had cut a hole in the oak, placed the camera inside, and patched up the hole with bark glued on so that only the camera lens was showing. And as high up as it was, and covered from the ground by dense foliage, except for the sightline Quarry had cut in it, it might as well have been invisible.
Some of the HRT went back inside the house and used a crowbar to pry up one of Quarry's fine floorboards. Underneath was a standard sheet of one-inch plywood. An HRT member pounded on it with his fist. "Solid as a rock. Must be the cement foundation underneath."
"Make sure," said the squad leader.
A drill was brought in and they drilled through the plywood until the drill bit hit something hard and would go no farther.
"Solid."
"Okay, good enough."
They put the floorboard back. And then did the same probe with each of the four walls. Solid again.
The area secured, no threats found, and the perimeter established, the HRT squad patiently waited for the president of the United States to land. Once he got here they had no idea what he intended to do. All they knew was if a threat did show up, they would destroy it with enough firepower to take out an Army battalion. They'd parked the SUV and gotten out. They had no choice because the road had ended at a wall of fallen boulders.
"That wasn't here before," said Gabriel. "Used to be able to drive up to the door."
"That probably wasn't going to be an option for us anyway," said Sean.
With Gabriel leading, they headed toward the mine. They had to scramble over more rock and slippery dirt. Sean tumbled down one section before righting himself.
"Showing my age," he said with an embarrassed look.
"Hey, when's the last time you took a weapons refresher course?" asked Michelle.
"If we run into something that needs to be hit, I'll hit it. I'm just counting on you to hit it first."
"Gee, I'll try to keep that in mind."
They kept moving forward.
Gabriel said, "I don't have a key to the door to the mine."
"That won't be a problem," said Michelle. "Just get us to it."
A few minutes later they cleared the rock and could see the grass runway.
"Is that his plane?" Sean asked, pointing at the little Cessna.
"That's it."
He suddenly pointed to the right. "And that's Mr. Sam," he whispered.
They all looked in that direction.
Sam Quarry had come out of the mine carrying what looked to be a small black box. From their hiding spot Michelle took aim with her pistol, but from this distance there was no guarantee of a killing round with the sidearm. She glanced at Sean and shook her head.
"He's older than I would have thought," whispered Sean as he studied the tall, white-haired man.
"Strong as a bull," said Gabriel. "I seen him knock a man down even bigger than him and half his age 'cause the fella cursed at my momma. He fights real good."
"I hope I don't have to find out how good," said Sean dryly.
"But we came up here to make sure everybody's okay. That girl and Mr. Sam, right?"
Sean and Michelle exchanged another glance.
"Right. But look, Gabriel, that's up to him. If he starts something, then we have to respond, okay?"
"I'll talk to him. It'll be okay. He won't hurt anybody. I know Mr. Sam."
Michelle eyed Sean. Neither of them looked nearly as confident as Gabriel about how this would turn out.
CHAPTER 81
THE TWO CHOPPERS landed softly.
The president looked out the window and his face flushed. "What the hell is going on here? Who are they?" He was pointing to the HRT squad.
Before anyone could answer, Chuck Waters tapped on the glass. One agent opened the chopper door and put down the staircase.
"Who are they?" the president demanded again.
Waters said, "HRT, sir. They came ahead to secure the area."
"That was not authorized by me."
"No sir, it was okayed by the director of the FBI."
Cox didn't look happy about this, but the FBI director was the one man who did not serve at his pleasure but rather was appointed to a fixed term and remained there regardless of whether there was a change in the White House.
As they watched, the two bomb-sniffing dogs from the other chopper were led by their handlers toward the building. Even though the robot had already made a sweep of the area, when the president's safety was at issue, redundancy was standard procedure. The dogs patrolled the perimeter and then went inside. A few minutes later they came out, with one of the handlers signaling the all-clear.
Back at the chopper Waters continued, "He was advised of the situation by the Secret Service director and concluded that this was the best course of action if you insisted on coming here, sir."
"How very thoughtful. Let's hope that my niece isn't dead because of his little conclusion."
"So that is why we're here?" asked Larry Foster. "Because the kidnappers made some demand?"
Everyone looked over at Jane Cox.
Waters said, "We know the letter that I took from you, Mrs. Cox, was not the real thing. Did the actual letter tell you to come here?"
"No, it gave a phone number to call. I did. On that call I was told to come here with the president, if I wanted to get my niece back alive."
"Did the caller tell you what you had to do once you got here?"
"Go inside a house and see a woman in a bed," she said.
"Well, the HRT found a lady in a bed in that building. She's hooked up to life support systems. Who is she?"