Whatever the MA might have been expecting, it was undoubtably not a team of people holding his friend at gunpoint. And it was almost certainly not having two assault rifles with laser sights aimed at his chest.
He looked at Donnie. “Commander.” His voice cracked. “You all right?”
“He’s fine,” Solstice answered.
The MA turned his gaze to the semiautomatic in Tempest’s hands. “Let him go,” he managed to say, but his voice was faltering, uncertain. Solstice wondered how someone this easily rattled had ever gotten this assignment.
“Set down your weapon,” she told him firmly. Donnie had pushed himself to his knees, and now she pressed the barrel of her FN Five-SeveN to his forehead. “Or I’ll make you watch him die. I’ll give you five seconds.”
Donnie squeezed his eyes shut. Trembled in fear.
While Solstice waited for the MA to comply, she took in the cavernous room.
It was an octagonal Spartan chamber twelve feet high, sixty feet across. Lit by fluorescent lights and supported by a dozen thick concrete columns, the space reminded her of the lower level of a parking garage. The eight tunnels containing the electromagnetic transmission nodes merged with the entry bay, fingering out in all directions, one from each wall. Thick cables snaked down each of the tunnels.
Solstice noted narrow gauge railroad tracks in two of the tunnels, and based on the orientation to the elevator shaft, she calculated that the one on the left would be her escape route. In addition to the tunnels, a stairwell to her right led to the second level of the base. A nearby utility closet housed the hydraulic lines and machinery override for the concrete freight elevator and power supply relay station for the transmission nodes.
Bypassing a countdown and not really wanting to let on that she was bluffing about killing Donnie right now, she nodded toward the MA and told Tempest, “Take him.”
The former Marine slipped his AR-15 around his back on its shoulder sling and moved unflinchingly toward the MA. “Set down your weapon and you won’t get hurt.”
The man wore a radio on his belt, but it had an attachment with the speaker mic clipped to the front of his shirt collar beside his chin. As Tempest approached him, the guy went for his radio. Tempest kicked the gun from his hand, then spun and smashed his face with the heel of his other foot. The MA went down hard. Only then did Tempest tase him.
He let it go on for a while.
At last he cuffed the dazed man.
“Why didn’t you tase him first?” Squall asked.
“What’s the fun in that?”
Solstice was really beginning to like this guy and realized she should have used him against Chekov rather than that useless thug Clifton White.
Well. Live and learn.
She turned to Donnie Pickron, who was still on the ground, a deep gash seeping blood down his forehead.
“Pick him up,” she told Eclipse, who brusquely yanked Donnie to his feet, held him in front of her in an iron grip.
“I told you not to cry out,” Solstice said to Donnie. “Not to try to alert them.” She raised her sidearm, held it to his head for a long satisfying moment, then lowered it and pulled out her phone. “You just killed your wife.”
“No!” Donnie struggled to get free, but Eclipse held him fast. “Don’t!”
“Gag him.” Squall stepped forward and obeyed. Solstice gestured toward the MA. “Him as well.”
Squall pulled out another gag.
“Cover the passageways,” Solstice ordered. “Tempest, get the stairwell. Cyclone, set up the comm relay so we can call out on our cell phones.” Cyclone looked at her curiously, but after a wink from Solstice, she bent over the dials and a moment later nodded toward her.
Donnie was staring desperately at the phone, shaking his head, trying in vain to pull free from Eclipse.
While everyone took their positions, Solstice tapped at the cell’s screen. Of course she wasn’t really calling out, but Donnie either didn’t realize that or wasn’t thinking clearly.
“I told you earlier that I am not a woman of idle threats.”
He was trying to cry out beneath his gag.
She spoke into her phone, to the empty air, “Do it. Yes. The wife.” She held the phone to Donnie’s ear so he could hear the recorded gunshot, and when he did, his eyes went wide with terror. Then she turned the screen so he could see the video she’d taken on Thursday of Ardis’s body lying dead on the steps. Donnie’s strength failed him and his legs gave way. He would’ve dropped to the ground if Eclipse hadn’t been supporting him.
“Lizzie will also die unless you do what we brought you here to do. Now, do you understand?”
Distraught, grief-stricken, broken, he nodded. He closed his eyes.
She glanced toward the MA, who now lay gagged with his hands bound behind him with plastic ties. She relieved him of his radio, then had Cyclone go to the override panel and release the cover platform above the shaft and send the elevator back up for the rest of the team.
Although the base itself wasn’t large, she knew that the tunnels surrounding her stretched for miles to accommodate the 1,100 four-foot long, graphene-based ultra-capacitors driven into the bedrock to produce the electromagnetic signal that the twenty-eight-miles’ worth of aboveground lines had delivered until they were removed back in 2004.
A few moments later the other team members arrived in the entry bay.
Stepped out of the shaft.
“Squall, Cane,” said Solstice, “get the two prisoners. Most likely, the other MAs will reconvene in the control room when they don’t hear from their buddy. I don’t want to have to wander around looking for them. We wait until they try to radio him, then we move. Cyclone, readjust the RF jammer so we can hear when they try to contact him.” She indicated toward the stairwell. “Tempest, Eclipse, you’re on lead.”
The team members posted themselves where they could cover all the entrances to the tunnels and waited for the green light from their leader. She didn’t realize it, but part of the reason for their unswerving loyalty was the news Squall had secretly shared with them earlier that afternoon: that in truth Dana Murkowski was not just their leader, she was the one who had planned everything from the beginning.
Valkyrie.
A person who would not put up with things being mishandled.
We pulled into the driveway and parked beside Sean’s pickup truck.
I reviewed-Amber’s snowmobile was still at the hospital, Lien-hua’s rental was out of the picture, Tessa’s rental was at Lindberg’s Bar near Hayward.
Well, at least we still had the cruiser, Sean’s pickup, and Amber’s Subaru here at the house in case we needed them.
We trekked through the snow to the door.
Sean and Amber had two spare bedrooms, one of which Sean’s son Andy used when he visited in the summers. I chose that room, and Tessa and Lien-hua agreed to share the other one, which was also the room where Tessa had slept last night.
They trooped down the hall, and I went to put my things away.
68
Not a shot fired.
And although Solstice didn’t mind violence when it served a necessary purpose, she was glad for the lack of fatalities, because keeping all the hostages alive for the time being gave her more options as things moved toward the 9:00 deadline when the sub would finally be in position.
Tempest and Eclipse found the other two on-duty MAs waiting for them in the control room, almost as if the men had attended Solstice’s meeting earlier in the day and positioned themselves precisely where she needed them to be in order to make it easiest for her team to subdue them.
After a brief standoff, her people disarmed and restrained them, located the off-duty MA waiting to ambush them in the crew quarters, and took him down as well.
The four Navy information warfare officers who were manning the base had raided their small arms locker but hadn’t had the opportunity to use their weapons once.