Alicia, always one to have an opinion, spoke first. “Personally, I enjoy most of the sins of the world,” she said. “But not these. Plague. Famine. The sins released by Pandora relate to what the Pythians are creating — a new plague.”
Drake coughed. “Wow, what have you been feeding her, Crouch? Brain food?”
“Piss off, Drakey.”
Crouch was thinking hard, missing the exchange. “The Pandora story is so very ancient. Her daughter, Pyrrah, was said to have survived the great deluge along with Noah. Yet when she first appeared on the slopes of Mount Olympus, in the same vein as Eve, she signaled a change in the world from happiness and contentment to suffering and death. This can also be put down to a sign of technological advancement, for her coming was punishment for Prometheus giving mankind the stolen gift of fire.”
“Technological advancement,” Trent said from another screen. “Just one more angle.”
Hayden returned from briefing Yorgi. “And another thing, guys, probably as important. The Pythians are not ghosts operating on an astral plane. We have to find their HQ. Judging by what we know this Pandora plague is merely a beginning. More lives will be lost unless we locate them.”
“Footprints, digital or otherwise,” Caitlyn said. “Some must exist.”
“What news of Stone and Bell?” Dahl asked.
As Hayden reported their total lack of developments, Drake watched Yorgi prepare to leave the room. His mind recalled when he’d first met the young Russian thief, back in that hellhole of a prison where Zanko played god of war. They had helped each other back then, and Drake had seen the man’s potential and realized his skillset might come in handy someday.
Today.
Quickly, he scooted off the sofa and intercepted Yorgi by the door. “Leaving without a word?”
“I speak English not too well.” Yorgi shrugged with a slight smile. “I not want to embarrass.”
“Ah, bloody hell, you speak English just fine.” Drake pulled the Russian into a bear hug. “Stay safe out there, my friend, and think fast. Just do your job, nothing else.”
Yorgi nodded. “It has been a while but I am happy to be helping.”
Drake opened the door and watched Yorgi head out. It didn’t seem right letting him walk off alone but he knew that members of Crouch’s team would meet him straight off the jet. Yorgi would be stalking the street of Paris by lunchtime.
“It’s a three-way hunt then,” Crouch was saying. “The Pythians. The Pandora angle. And the secret facility. Let’s get to it.”
As Drake wandered further into the main room he passed Mai on the way out. The look on her face set his angst into overdrive. Without asking he made a decision to follow her out of the room and into the empty corridor. Mai met his eyes.
“Hibiki,” she said, gesturing with her cell. “He has news on the family of the man I killed over in Tokyo.”
Drake winced, but stopped himself from talking. Mai appeared to be more hooked up on this than she had been on the search for her parents. The only help for her was to let her see it through.
Dai Hibiki, Mai’s Japanese police contact and old friend, spoke fast. “After you killed the husband the Yakuza killed the rest of the family, just to be sure. The daughter escaped. We don’t know where she is now.”
Mai crumbled so fast Drake thought that her very soul must have collapsed. Her face went slack, her legs shook. Drake moved in to support her. For a moment there was utter silence.
“We will keep trying to find Emiko, the daughter, Mai. We’ll never stop. All reports says she’s a good girl. She’ll turn up soon, I guarantee it.”
Mai opened her mouth but nothing came out except a grating far back in her throat. Drake gently took the phone from her hands.
“Cheers, Hibiki. Mai needs to digest all that and you need to monitor international chatter for any sign of the Pythians or their bases. They’re a world threat now.”
“Understood. There has been intelligence lately to suggest several groups of men employed by these Pythians have moved across borders in southeast Asia, along with whisperings of a lost kingdom on an Atlantis level. We are investigating.”
“Good. Keep us informed.” Drake ended the call and then held Mai. When her head fell across his shoulder and her body began to shake he knew they were in desperate trouble. Knowing better than to speak he thought of all that they had been through since that wonderful, fateful day back in ’98 when Mai and he had teamed up to take down a Chechen warlord. The years had been more than rough — they had ravaged the life out of both of them. But here they were — together, fragile but happy in their relationship, destined for a better life. Drake’s personal battles and losses had pushed him closer to Mai, but now hers were pulling her away. He had made his peace and moved on, finding contentment even after Ben’s death and the murder of others, in this unlikely family he had discovered, this improbable team that loved and lived and fought for each other every hour of every day of the week.
He urged Mai back into the hotel room, seeking that companionship. In an uncanny moment the only person that noticed them was Alicia, eyes flicking his way from the TV screen and registering a glint of concern. Drake dropped Mai into a chair and stood beside her, hoping the turmoil would break her emotional miasma.
Strangely, he noticed that Lauren Fox had risen to her feet, about to address the room. Maybe it had something to do with General Stone.
“I have an idea,” she said. “Totally off the wall. I mean so far off the wall,” she pointed to the small partition beside her, “it’s on the other side of the room…”
All eyes turned to her. From Los Angeles, Agent Collins said, “Oh, thinking with diversity. I like this girl already.”
Lauren gathered her thoughts. “It occurred to me at the beginning of all this when Stone first invited Bell to participate in our trysts. I could check with my friends in the trade. We’re a very close-knit group. We have to be to warn each other about bad punters, dangerous johns, as we call them in the States. Our warning network is first class. Has to be. Now, if Stone and Bell frequent escort girls in DC, do they also frequent them somewhere else?”
A moment passed, then Crouch said, “That’s a bloody good idea. A habit is a habit and you’re right. Both men will have used escort girls elsewhere. You just need recent or coincident occurrences.”
Lauren flushed at the compliment, clearly not the jaded individual she appeared to be. Being useful, being a part of the team, evidently placed high on her needs list.
Grace, so far very quiet, came over to stand by Mai as she realized the Japanese woman wasn’t herself. To her credit she remained silent, offering only companionship. The young woman had enough problems of her own as memory loss gradually gave way to an emerging past of slavery and abuse. The complications of letting such a past go were huge as that past now felt like her present. Drake wondered if their world was about to unravel.
And then the call came in. Hayden snatched up her cell first, listening and turning parchment white as someone shouted in her ear.
Fifteen seconds later she was pocketing her phone and running for her jacket. “Meeting over!” she cried. “Just heard James Ronson has been attacked by mercenaries. We have to go!”
“Ronson?” Crouch repeated. “You mean Prime Minister Ronson? Oh, my God. My God. What the hell is happening?”
“We’ll be secondary, but we have to be there.” Hayden checked her weapons, already heading for the door.
Drake rose, shaking his head as he met Dahl’s eyes.
“Compared to this,” he muttered, “Kovalenko’s DC attack was minor. This is big fucking league.”
The Swede released a deep breath. “Like comparing evil Barbie to Maleficent. Our planet’s screaming,” he said, striding past. “Broken down by the unspeakable dreams of small men who would be kings.”