“That’s it…let’s get in there,” Palmer said, stuffing the rifle back in the car. “Rafie has no clue he’s got backup. We need to make contact.”
“Agreed,” Henry said, keeping the spotter’s scope steady on the unfolding events before them. “It looks like the professor is trying to get off the truck. I don’t see the other two men,” he added, scanning the open field where they were last seen. “They must have bugged out. Let’s roll!”
Colt Hamil and Sully Metusack witnessed the aftermath of both Kilmer’s and Ventura’s execution. They were lying in the brush about halfway between the trailer and the depository. Neither of them could believe that Rafie was somehow involved with the failure of the mission, but they knew instinctively they were finished. To engage further was both pointless and stupid, but surrender was considered dishonorable.
“Our odds are better if we split up,” Sully said. “We’ve got about three hours before sunrise. Keep your head down, Colt. Good luck.”
“You too, Sully. Be cool.”
They crawled away in opposite directions and would never see each other again.
SIXTY-NINE
Fort Knox army base
Jarrod Conrad was appalled by the violent bloodbath all around and almost retched when he caught sight of Richard Kilmer’s lifeless, dismembered body. Even though he loathed the man and everything he stood for, he found it difficult to summon any emotion other than pity for the calamity that became of Kilmer’s life. The sight of severed body parts strewn about made it especially difficult to focus anywhere without viewing the carnage.
The antigravity generator was still bucking and straining against the heavy mounting bolts, but the gravitrons seemed to be reconstituting within the matrix of the core. The thermonuclear critical mass he feared was somehow averted. His biggest concern now was for the driver of the vehicle that had slammed into the trailer. Whatever the consequences, he needed to determine who was in the car, seized by a haunting premonition that it was probably Ryan. He decided to break away, pulling free from his newfound ally, Rafie Nuzam.
“Professor! I ordered you not to move,” Rafie shouted exasperatedly as Jarrod jumped down from the trailer. “Christ man, can you follow orders… just once? ” His alarm turned to panic when Jarrod ran to the car wedged beneath the trailer. Rafie’s singular objective was to assure Conrad’s safety. If he were harmed in any way, Freeman would skin him alive. Son-of-a-bitch!
Jarrod acted instinctively, his intuition leading him forward. “Sorry, can’t do, mister,” he yelled back, running to the car. “Someone’s tried to help us…I can’t just ignore that.”
All of a sudden Rafie’s attention was diverted from Conrad as scores of camouflaged soldiers emerged like ghosts from the darkness. They were fully armed for night combat and ready to engage any suspected enemy. Within moments the trailer was completely surrounded.
“Don’t shoot! I’m with DOD! Don’t shoot!” Rafie shouted. “There are two shooters still in the mesa,” he yelled again, pointing, cognizant that Colt and Sully were still at large.
A captain leading the charge recognized Major Nuzam’s rank and yielded his authority. “Where were the men last seen, sir?” he questioned, ready to redeploy his troops.
“About 200 yards northeast of this location,” Rafie replied, pointing in the general vicinity that Colt and Sully were headed.
Rafie looked gravely concerned. He glanced back at the generator. “Captain, radio the command center. We need to get everyone away from this trailer. There’s nuclear material aboard. It’s probably unstable. Get your men back… move! ”
“Yes, sir. I’ll report your findings, but my orders are to secure this unit, dangerous or not.”
Their conversation was cut short when another vehicle came roaring onto the scene amidst a cloud of dust. Major Nuzam and the captain drew their weapons and looked suspiciously at the two men who jumped from the vehicle, hands held high.
“Easy, Rafie. We’re cleaners,” Jason Henry said, thinking this would get his attention more quickly than anything else he could say. He stood his ground but stretched his hands higher to emphasize they were not a threat.
They could see from the shocked look on Rafie’s face that he couldn’t quite comprehend how his two old partners mysteriously showed up. It took more than a few seconds before Rafie could comprehend what was happening.
“Stars and stripes forever,” he proclaimed, baffled and astounded all at once. “Wonders never cease.”
Rafie secured his weapon and motioned for the captain to do the same. “It’s okay, Captain, I know these men. I’ll take it from here. Redeploy your men…and find those other shooters,” he ordered.
Rafie hustled over to his erstwhile buddies and the three of them exchanged a quick bear hug. “How in hell did you guys get here?”
“We’ll explain later,” Henry hurriedly replied. “It’s a long story, Rafie. Freeman sent us in to observe and contain that machine,” he said nodding his head toward Conrad’s device. “It seems your mission is to protect Conrad. Let’s hurry. We saw him heading away from the Navigator. He’s looking for his cousin, Ryan Marshall.”
“Tell me you’re kidding…he can’t be here too.” Rafie replied, bemused by all that had come to light the last few minutes.
“I know…the man’s one stubborn pain-in-the-ass,” Henry responded.
“You’d think Freeman could have briefed me you two were backup. Man, it’s good to see you guys,” Rafie said with a grin.
The three men ran past the Navigator. “Let’s just find Conrad before something else goes haywire,” Henry urged. “Freeman’ll skin all three of us if we lose this guy.”
Rafie grimaced and quickened his step. “Thanks for the reminder.”
Jarrod made it to the Navigator and immediately discovered the bullet holes that pockmarked the front of the vehicle. The windshield had not shattered, but there were several telltale holes attesting that the driver had surely been hit. He glanced inside, bracing himself against the possibility of finding a body, but thankfully found no one. Blood on the seat and smeared on the door, however, didn’t bolster confidence; whoever had driven it into the back of the trailer was badly injured.
There was no time for a close inspection, but Jarrod spotted a Brighton purse with the initials “SM” on the sterling silver clasp. Mystery solved. It’s Sarah’s, he thought. I knew this was Ryan’s doing. Where are you, cuz?
Jarrod searched around the perimeter but couldn’t see any signs of his cousin. What the hell?
From far off in the distance, Jarrod thought he heard a shallow voice calling for help. He paused, straining to hear, cupping his hands to his ears and hoping to pick up a direction. With all the background noise and the blaring sirens, the sound could have just been his imagination. But then he heard it again.
“Help me, Lord,” the faint voice weakly called out.
“Ryan, where are you, man?” Jarrod shouted, rushing headlong in the general direction of the voice calling out from the darkness.
“Conrad…stop!”
Jarrod looked behind as he ran, spotting three men fast closing in on his location. He could just barely make out their forms through the extreme background light coming from the depository. He couldn’t be sure of their intentions, but wasn’t about to stop. Ryan was lying out there somewhere. He had heard his voice. He was sure of it.
“Ryannn!” he yelled again.
Ryan was on his hands and knees struggling to stand. The excruciating pain from every part of his body rendered him practically immobile. The decision to jump from the car before it slammed into the truck seemed like his only choice at the time, but now he deeply regretted it. His head throbbed, his back ached, and he could feel something trickling down his neck. He put his hand to his face and wiped a warm, slippery liquid from his forehead. Although he couldn’t clearly see his hands, he knew they were covered with blood. He’d sustained at least three gunshot wounds, and blood was seeping from his head, neck, and shoulder.