“You see?” Julie said, her voice full of hope. “At worst, they’d see a case of justifiable homicide.”
“No, they wouldn’t,” Thomas said. His face and his tone showed anger. “They’d see premeditation.” He glanced to Jonathan. “Right?” You don’t watch as much Law & Order as he did without learning something.
“That’s the way they designed this thing,” Boxers chimed in. “These guys we’re after, they’re very damn good at what they do. We either stop them, or they keep going. They keep going, your family never gets to rest.”
“You don’t know that,” Julie objected. “You just want your vigilante justice. You want to avenge your wife.”
“That doesn’t make me wrong about the re“These are bad people. There’s going to be shooting, and the bullets are going to be real. There’s no video game do-overs.”
“I don’t want those bastards chasing me for the rest of my life.”
Julie shouted, “Stop it! All of you stop it! This is crazy!” She started to cry, but Jonathan sensed more anger than sadness. After a few seconds, the tears dissolved to sobs. She buried her face in her hands. Her shoulders heaved with the force of her emotions.
Stephenson moved to her, kneeling at her side as he tried to comfort her. “Honey, there’s no choice,” he cooed, but she shook him off.
“Don’t talk to me!” she shrieked.
Jonathan and Boxers stood together. “Let’s unload the equipment,” Jonathan said, striding toward the front door. Boxers fell in step three feet behind him.
“Wait!” Thomas said, also rising. “I’ll give you a hand.”
Boxers started to object, but this time backed away from Jonathan’s admonishing glare. Clearly, the kid wanted to get out of there. Probably needed to. What was the harm?
“Don’t you think you should be staying with your folks?” Jonathan asked as they walked. “They probably don’t need any more worry than they’ve already had.”
“Shit,” Thomas scoffed. “Worry is all they’ve got. And they’ve earned every bit of it.”
“Watch the attitude, kid,” Boxers scolded. “Those people went through a lot for you.”
Thomas glared. “They didn’t do anything for me. They didn’t even think of hiring you.”
Jonathan gave a disapproving scowl. “They tried their best.”
“And that worked well, didn’t it?”
“It’s not their fault.”
“Their way would have gotten me killed.”
“They were trying, Tom. Sometimes, that’s the best you can hope for.”
Thomas stopped short in the middle of the tall grass. “Are you really that blind?”
Jonathan and Boxers exchanged looks. “I guess I am.”
“Dad knew what his company was making. He knew about this germ crap. He had to.”
“He says he didn’t.”
“It doesn’t matter whether he knew about the GV whatever. They were making bombs or missiles or some such bullshit murder machine, and he never once stopped to ask himself what the fuck was going to happen with what they rolled out. It’s all about killing. Good guys, bad guys, Arabs, Americans, what difference does it make? It’s still about killing people.”
Boxers seemed to grow taller as his defenses kicked in. “Makes a hell of a lot of difference when you’re the one being shot at.”
“As I’m going to find out, apparently,” Thomas conceded. “I got kidnapped because my dad worked for a company that manufactures shit that kills people. If he was working at a drug company, or at a lawn chair manufacturer-”
“Then there might have been some nutcase who objected to animal testing, or an idiot with a jones for lawn chairs. These people are crazy. opped and turned on Jonathan. For the first time in all their hours together, the kid seemed on the edge of losing control. “You don’t get it!” he shouted, punctuating each word by driving his forefinger into Jonathan’s chest. “I’m a musician! I’m a poet! I write songs! I don’t want any of this shit! I never did! When I left my house to head off for school last summer, I told myself I was never going back. I told the world that I was never going back.”
He made a wide, sweeping gesture back toward the lodge. “Don’t you see them in there? Don’t you see how they are? They don’t give a shit about me. They never did.”
“Coulda fooled me,” Boxers said.
“They fool everybody! Hell, they fool themselves. How twisted is that? Now I’m stuck in their fucking nightmare, and I’ve got no choices left.”
They finally reached the wood line. The Hummer was still at least three hundred yards deeper into the woods. Jonathan said, “You do have choices, Tom. Nobody expects you to stay here. You don’t have to be a part of what’s coming.”
“Bullshit.”
“You don’t!”
“I do!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“Why, for Christ’s sake?”
Thomas held Jonathan’s gaze. “Because you saved my life.”
Chapter Thirty-four
“Scorpion, Scorpion, this is Mother Hen.”
As often was the case when radio traffic had died but the bud remained in his ear, the sound of a voice in his head startled him. Boxers, too. Thomas sensed the urgency, but had no way of knowing what it might be.
Jonathan pressed the transmit button on his vest. “Go ahead, Mother.” He suppressed a smile as he spoke to Venice. He was the one who assigned radio designations, and she hated hers.
“Scorpion, you are not alone. I repeat, you are not alone.”
Jonathan motioned for the others to get off the road, such as it was, and they all dove for the foliage on the left side of the overgrown path. Jonathan took a knee and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Okay, you’ve got my attention.”
“There’s another vehicle near yours at the bridge. Looks like a light truck. Maybe an SUV, but a small one. Details are hard to see through the trees.”
“Just the one?” Jonathan whispered.
“I think so. It’s definitely not the Green Brigade. They’re still hours out.”
Then who the hell was it? He looked to Boxers and got a shrug. “How long ago did they arrive?” he asked.
“I can’t say exactly,” Venice advised. He could hear the embarrassment in her voice. “Once you got to the cabin safely, I stepped away for a while. No more than ten minutes.”
Jonathan did the math in his head. Whoever the visitors were, if they’d only had ten minutes, they couldn’t have accomplished very much. “Any sign of people?” he asked.
“Negative. Again, the trees are pretty thick, and it’s too warm for the infrared imaging to do much good.”
Jonathan sighed. Translation: she had no friggin’ clue. “Okay, Mother, thanks for the info. Advise if you see any more detail.” Jonathan motioned for Thomas not to
He rocketed to his full height, his rifle leveled at Sheriff Gail Bonneville and the guy he assumed must be her deputy. “Freeze, Sheriff!” he commanded.
The guy to her right reacted by swinging his shotgun around, and Jonathan stitched the dirt in front of his feet with a three-round burst that made them both jump back.
“Freeze means freeze, goddammit!” he yelled.
And they froze.
“Weapons down!” he commanded.
Gail lowered her Mossberg shotgun by its barrel to rest its butt plate on the ground and let it fall like a tree. The deputy didn’t move.
“I do not want to shoot you,” Jonathan said. He saw in the deputy’s eyes that daring should-I-or-shouldn’t-I look that had gotten so many people killed over the years.
“I don’t want to shoot you either,” Boxers said, emerging from the woods behind them.
The daring look went away. The deputy knew that he’d been beaten. He let his Mossberg fall.
“Sidearms next,” Jonathan said. “Two fingers and slowly, please.”
Using exaggerated movements, they unfastened the straps that secured their weapons in their holsters, and then stooped to ease them onto the overgrown path. Handguns cost too much these days to go throwing them around the way they did in the movies.