Trouble was, Gates thought. Rather than working at NASA or studying at MIT, the mindset they needed now was more likely to be that of the peculiar loner slapped in jail for hacking supercomputers or the weird bedroom lout hitting the top of the leader boards of the new Tomb Raider game.
Courage, strength, skill, a trace of crazy and the flair for fantasy. It was what they needed. He thought of it as the motto for SPEAR. If what the team had learned so far was true and the old gods were again part of all this, then the crazy and fantastic might be the only things that saved them all in the end.
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Karin Blake knew it was a race against time. Though the last week could best be described as an intense, stressful whirlwind, she knew that these next few hours would move swiftly from excessive to extreme.
She was alone in the new HQ. Komodo had set out hours ago on his quick jaunt to Pittsburgh, aiming to meet up with Romero, Smyth and two other Delta soldiers. Patterson’s wife was still being held prisoner inside their compact home. Even though the professor’s release had been effected a relatively short while ago, Karin had expected something to have happened up at his suburban house, but it seemed the head Russians — Razin and Zanko that they knew of — were far too busy to take note. Or perhaps the news hadn’t filtered down yet. Karin ran a last check through Komodo’s comms.
“Going smooth so far, T-vor?”
“As Mountain Dew, my little Kazmat.”
Karin smiled at his use of their pet name. “I take it the soldier boys haven’t arrived yet?”
“Still waiting. These comms are amazing, Karin. Sounds like you’re sitting next to me.”
“I wish.” Karin was nevertheless quite excited about being alone in the HQ. It showed the level of trust Gates had in her. It showed that her future, through Jonathan and SPEAR, was bright and full. It showed she could have a life again.
“Heads up,” Komodo said. “They’re here.”
The team leader went off comms for a little while to explain the situation to his new crew. Karin expected him to return in a few minutes and readied the loop that would patch them all through the same piece of equipment, linking them to each other and, via satellite link, to her. The new HQ was a little undersized, with no windows and employed the outdated parking-garage-only access method, but they had made it work. The cutting edge communications and surveillance systems took up most of the main room, the team’s gear filled the second. There were no cells, no interrogation rooms, just a small basement that contained, in Karin’s opinion, the HQs coolest feature.
An underground escape route that led straight into the Pennsylvania mall.
What girl couldn’t love a thing like that? she wondered. Even better, it was an awesome, busy getaway location with dozens of exits, guards and places to hide. And to top all that, she could use the tunnel to grab lunch too!
But not today. Komodo and the team were relying on her to aid their assault. With the comms fixed up, she concentrated on the surveillance system, using the CIAs global mapping system to zoom right on top of the house. The magnification was tremendous and crystal clear. She remembered one of the weapons they had utilized on a previous mission — the one that could see through walls. Such a weapon would come in handy here, and in the future, but she just couldn’t get the idea out of her head that Alicia would use it for something unsavory.
A double click told her Komodo was back online. “Game on?”
“It’s in play. Herrera and Tyler are scouting and finding a place to hole up. We’re gonna snatch the first one to show his ugly Russkie face, and use him to get inside.”
“Sounds risky.”
“Tried and trusted. Besides, it’s all risky, babe. We’re outside trying to get in.”
Karin heard one of the men whisper about canning the babe talk, and guessed immediately it was Smyth. She had heard enough about the irascible marine to recognize his disposition even over the comms.
“Don’t worry,” Komodo said. “Poor ole Smyth’s depressed. He texted Mai twelve hours ago and she hasn’t replied.”
Karin laughed. “Maybe he missed off the kiss kiss at the end, eh?”
There was a short silence, then Smyth’s voice came over the airwaves. “Miss, I can only say you’re lucky I’m Delta. If I were a marine I’d have told you to go fuck yourself after that.”
Komodo burst into laughter. “He’s got it bad. Hey, Romero, how d’you live with this all day?”
“We ain’t married, sir. He can see whoever he wants.”
“I think Drake might have something to say about that.” Karin watched as two figures — Herrera and Tyler — cautiously approached the Patterson house. The two Delta soldiers competently worked their way to the foliage and waist-high decking that fronted the house, concealing themselves within. They did not rush. Karin counted twenty eight minutes of waiting and shuffling.
“We’re all set here.”
Komodo paced the inside of their white builder’s van. The cover was sound. The house across the road was being renovated and demanded different amenities every day.
Romero said, “So how’s Drake? This all part of some new exploit?”
“Babylon,” Karin heard Komodo reply with amusement in his voice. Then, “Don’t ask.”
“See, we’ve been wondering,” Smyth said. “Since our team hasn’t yet been renewed, if you might put in a good word.”
Karin could almost hear Komodo’s brain ticking. “A what? Why?”
Silence followed. Maybe they were communicating through eyebrow and hand gestures.
Then Komodo spoke with excitement in his voice. “You’re kidding? Really? You want to join SPEAR? Well, Drake speaks very highly of you, Romero. I’m humbled that you asked me to speak for you.”
“Any time, man.”
Smyth’s voice broke in. “Did Mai speak well of me?”
“She said she could never have survived without you.”
There was another silence, and then Karin heard Romero’s whisper. “Don’t start crying, for fuck’s sake.”
“Fuck you.”
She shook her head at the displays of military humor. With nothing else to do for now, she walked over to the little fridge freezer and took out a bottle of water. As she stood swigging the cold liquid, it suddenly occurred to her that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been alone like this. An odd thought for her. Karin was used to being physically alone in the darkness of her apartment, and mentally alone in the darkness of her mind. Her last alone moment must have been in her apartment, just before she told Ben she was going to Hawaii to help.
She had slotted into her new existence with ease, reasoning that she’d been born to lead this life. All her tragedies had prepared her for it. The moments she lived in now, these fine days, were the best she had ever known.
And Komodo held firm at the center of it all, her anchor. As that thought crossed her mind, the double-click of a live comm caught her attention.
“We’re in play. Side door just opened.”
Karin ran back to her seat, switching between the satellite display and Komodo’s helmet-cam. He was focusing between the barrel of his gun and the van’s inside handle as he waited for the go. Karin switched to Tyler’s head-cam. Through gaps in the foliage, she saw a bulky figure moving toward the man. Tyler’s light breathing punctuated the other man’s steps.
“Target outside. Do we have a go?”
Karin immediately switched to the overview. Nothing else moved in the vicinity of the house. “All clear.”