It would be the worst man-made disaster in history.
Payne tried to block those thoughts from his mind as he searched the room for explosives. It didn't take long to find one. Made out of C-4, it was molded to the northern side of the tank and armed with a timed detonator. At first glance it appeared to be a simple design, one he could disarm by separating the explosive from the device, but Payne knew things weren't always as they seemed, especially in the world of munitions.
Who knew what kind of trigger was concealed?
Just to be safe, he decided to get a second opinion.
"Device located. I repeat, device located in building two."
There was a slight delay before Jones's voice filled his earpiece. "Location?"
"Attached to a water tank in the mechanical penthouse."
A crackle of updates filled his ear as the remaining soldiers scrambled to check the penthouse tanks in their assigned buildings. Once things calmed down, Jones spoke again.
"Type of device?"
"C-four. Armed with a timed detonator."
"How much time?"
Payne stared at the mechanism. "Good question. The timer is covered in the housing."
"Any triggers?"
"You tell me."
Jones paused. "Sorry, I can't see any from here."
"No shit. I meant, what should I be looking for?"
"You're in the penthouse, right? Don't worry about mercury switches or tilt detonators. There's too much sway up (here to risk it."
"What would you use?"
"A hidden tripwire. I'd attach it to the water tank from the back of the casing. That way, if someone removed the device, it would detonate."
Payne looked closer and spotted everything that Jones had described. A thin green wire dangled out of the device, affixed to the tank with some kind of epoxy. "Okay. I found one."
"You did? Then you owe me lunch because I just saved your ass."
"Not a problem. Tell me what to do and the falafel are (in me."
"Do you have any tools? A screwdriver? Anything like I hat?"
Payne smiled. He reached up his sleeve and pulled a blade from its sheath. "I have a knife."
"Of course you do," Jones said with a laugh, well aware of Payne's fascination with knives. "With one hand, hold the wire steady against the casing. Do not let it pull away."
"Okay."
"With your other hand, use die knife to pry the wire off of the tank."
"That's it?"
"But don't cut the wire."
"I won't."
"Or let it pull away from the casing."
"You already said that."
"I know, but I really want to get a falafel."
Payne smiled, thankful for die tension breaker. "Is there anything else?"
"Nope, that's everything. Just do what I said and you'll be fine."
He nodded, taking a deep breath. "In that case, get back to work. I need to get this done and you need to search your tower."
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I'nyne held the knife like a surgeon-confident, yet with the utmost care.
His left hand secured the green wire against the casing while his right hand guided the blade, sliding the tip along I he edge of the water tank until he felt residue from the qioxy. He knew different formulas produced different strengths. Some were weaker than modeling glue; others were used in aerospace construction. Obviously, he was hoping for the former.
With a hint of pressure, he inched his knife into the resin, uying to pry the wire loose. It quivered slightly, moving with his effort as he slowly broke the bond that held it secure.
First a chip. Then a crack. Then a huge sigh of relief as the wire popped free from the tank but stayed imbedded in I lie detonator. Just like Jones had promised.
Shit. I owe him afalafel.
Payne smiled at the thought, realizing it was a debt he'd gladly pay if he managed to get out of the city alive. Unfortunately, he wasn't ready yet. Not even close. The
tripwire was one thing; the bomb itself was another. Not only did he have to disarm the timer mechanism, he also had to figure out what to do with the C-4 so it wasn't used by someone else. Whether that be Schmidt. Or the Saudis. Or some terrorist group that operated out of the area.
Which meant he had to do more than disarm the bomb.
He had to take the damn thing with him.
Jones finished his search of building three but came up empty. Literally.
The mechanical penthouse did have a water tank, just like Payne had described in building two, but there was no liquid inside. The massive tank was bone dry, not a drop of water or jet fuel to be found. When he tapped on its side, it sounded like a hollow drum.
"Three is clear," he announced.
Jones hustled back across the roof and into the construction elevator. Due to the death of his soldiers, there were still two more towers to inspect. Building five (Sarah) sat to his west, in the back corner of the complex. Strategically, it would be the least likely target, since it posed the smallest threat. On the other hand, building seven (Safa) was right up front, overlooking the main road that would soon be filled with pilgrims. In his mind, that made it a probable target until he stared down at it from the elevator and saw that the top floor was still being built. There was no water tank or mechanical penthouse. There wasn't even a roof. That meant unless Schmidt found some other weakness on the lower floors, the odds were against its attack.
To Jones, the building that seemed most vulnerable was building six (Marwah). It was closest to the Great Mosque, sitting just north of Payne's tower, and its construction seemed to be the farthest along. He saw windows. And stonework. And painting. All the little details that get takencare of after the big stuff was finished. Including the installation of pipes and water tanks.
"Building six, what's your status?"
There was a slight delay. "The elevator is broke, so I'm hooting it to the penthouse."
"Current location?"
"Floor nine."
"Nine? What's the holdup?"
"There's scaffolding everywhere, and I keep tripping on my goddamn dress."
Payne heard the transmission and nearly burst out laughing; the only thing that prevented it was the severity of the situation. "If Nancy needs my help, I'm available."
Jones smiled, glad that Payne was still alive. "Is two clear?"
"Two is finally clear."
"Glad to hear it."
Payne continued. "I spotted a walkway that connects my building with six. I can get to the penthouse before he can."
"Where do you want him?"
"Send him to one of the remaining towers. Whichever is closest to the mosque."
"Sending him to seven."
"Where are you headed?"
"I'm going to …" Jones stopped, breaking off his response in midthought. Several seconds passed before he spoke again. "I think I see the sniper."
The soldiers known as Matthew and Mark were getting frustrated. According to their watches, they should have hccn heading toward their rendezvous point, not dicking around with the detonator in building six. The explosive had been placed, and fuel was in the tank. Just as it should be. Unfortunately, when Mark tried to set the timer on the device, it wouldn't start. Either it was defective or broken or its battery was lacking juice.
Whatever the case, the damn thing didn't work.
At this point, they didn't have many options. The other device was set to go off in less than twenty minutes, and when it did, they didn't want to be anywhere near the complex.
The clock was ticking and the pressure was building.
They couldn't afford any more delays.
Spotting the sniper was nothing more than a lucky break. Jones was in the construction elevator in building three, studying the layout of the complex. While he spoke to Payne, he saw a flash of movement in building one. The Hotel Tower would eventually be twice as tall as the others; however, right now it was just a partial shell, a third of its eventual height.