“The girl,” Keira said. “Yes. Just like you described her.”
“I’ve lost the shot,” Sharpe said, sounding irritated. “Pay some damn attention to your flying and swing her back around. Something’s happening down there.”
When the clearing came back into view, the truck’s tailgate was down and a canvas flap was open in the back.
“They’re loading them up, taking them somewhere,” Castle said. “God knows where, but we’ve sure as hell spooked them.”
“Any bogeys?” Cole asked. “Sharpe, give a lookout.”
“Checking now. Nothing yet, but that’s subject to change. These guys will have been on the horn by now to the main base. We’re flying too low to miss.”
“Look out,” Castle said. “A couple guards look like they’re about to open fire.”
For a harrowing second or two, Cole thought he meant the guards were about to shoot Mansur and his relatives, the girl as well. Then he realized he meant they were taking aim at the drone — at him.
“No way they’ll hit us, not with those weapons. But I’ll take her up to six hundred, just in case.”
Everyone from the house was now loaded in the truck, along with an armed guard. The tailgate went up, the flap down, and the vehicles began to move. The procession drove out of the compound onto a narrow gravel road through the woods. Another armed man rode shotgun in the lead jeep. They appeared to be moving at top speed.
“Don’t lose them!”
“I’m on it.”
The convoy proceeded along the road through several curves. The pine forest was dense, but not enough to make them hard to follow, and Cole now realized where they must be headed.
“There’s a gate up ahead on a road that leads out to Route 50. They’re heading for the highway. How are we doing for fuel? What’s our range from here?”
“Another fifteen miles, maybe, before we reach the point of no return.”
“Shit. They could do that in less than half an hour. Keira, call your buddies with the county cops. Get some pursuit scrambled, westbound on 50.”
“Doing it now.”
“Tell ’em to send an ambulance, too.”
“Why an ambulance?” Sharpe said.
“Just fucking do it!”
“They can’t possibly escape,” Barb said. “If worse comes to worst the State Police could block them at the Bay Bridge.”
“You’re assuming the State Police will cooperate,” Sharpe said. “IntelPro might already have this wired.”
“Or maybe they have some closer destination in mind,” Castle said. “Like what?” Barb asked.
“A place for hiding them. Killing them, even.”
“But we’ll see it.”
“We hope. Just stay on ’em.”
Keira had already reached a policeman, who put her through to the dispatcher while he stayed on the line. The convoy had traveled several miles down Route 50 already. They were going at least eighty miles an hour, and Cole was losing ground.
“Fuck!” he said. “They keep this up and they’re gone.”
“Looks like they’re turning onto Hardcastle Road,” Keira said. “There’s not a damn thing down that way.”
“They’ve got another facility out there,” Castle said. “It’s on one of my sat photos, some property they picked up a few years ago, for expansion.”
“Why head there now?” Sharpe asked.
“No idea.”
“Wait! I know this place.” It was Steve, the last person Cole expected to get any help from. “I’ve been there, even.”
“Likely story,” Barb said.
“No. They gave me a tour, the whole facility, and this was part of it. They, well …”—he faltered a second, as if realizing he was about to destroy the last of his credibility—“they had me out there right after I got the fellowship.”
Barb didn’t answer. Cole imagined she was probably shaking her head. But Castle leaped at the opportunity.
“Make yourself useful, then. What’s out there? Why would they be going there?”
“A lot of it’s underground,” he said. “Some kind of big storage area, acres of it. I remember they were proud of that because the water table’s so high and it was a bear to build.”
“Acres?”
“Yeah, with an entry portal you can drive a truck through. They didn’t take me inside, but I did see that.”
“What the hell’s it for?” Cole asked.
“They didn’t say. Like I said, they didn’t take me inside. Just toured me around the entrance, the perimeter.”
“Well, if they drive in, it’s the last we’ll ever see of them,” Castle said. “They can kill everybody in the truck and no one will ever know. Incinerate the whole damn load, completely out of sight.”
Cole felt desperate, his opportunity slipping away, the girl receding, fading, on the verge of disappearing forever. He would fail her again.
“Keira, where are the police?” Cole asked. “How close are they?”
“On their way. A cruiser and an ambulance. They know it’s Hardcastle Road.”
“They’re not going to make it in time.”
Cole had caught back up to the convoy after the turnoff. He watched the vehicles proceed through an open gate. The leading jeep, already twenty yards out in front of the truck, now accelerated away. Cole could see where the road ended, maybe half a mile farther, at the mouth of a ramp that appeared to lead down to a steel door built into a grassy mound.
“There’s your underground vault,” Sharpe said. “In two more minutes, tops, they’ll be inside. Then we’ve lost them.”
“There’s a keypad entrance,” Steve said. “They’ll have to stop to open it. The jeep must be running ahead to take care of it.”
“Gone,” Sharpe said, the voice of doom.
“Shut the fuck up,” Cole said. “We can do this.”
“Crash it if you have to,” Castle said. “Right at the mouth. Take him out when he’s at the entrance.”
“Then we lose our eyes,” Cole said, “and they’ll know it. They’ll just walk everybody in past the wreckage and finish them off.”
“Dammit, then do something.”
“That’s the plan.” Cole was back in command. He felt it keenly, and it emerged in his voice. The cool Virginia baritone, steady. Hand on the stick, steady. Every thought for what he needed to do, lined up in perfect order. Flying again, what he was trained for.
“They’re just about there. You’re too damn low!”
“I’m on it. Keep shooting your pictures. Steady as she goes.”
Their drone was no more than thirty feet off the ground now, barreling toward the jeep as it began braking for the ramp that led down to the entrance to the underground bunker. Everyone was silent, watching.
“Keira, what’s the word?”
“They’re almost to Hardcastle, going full tilt.”
“So are we. Hold on.”
Cole gave it all the juice he had, overtaking the jeep just as it reached the top of the ramp. On his screen he saw the driver and armed guard leaning down, putting their hands up over their heads to protect themselves from what they must have thought was an imminent crash, and in doing so they lost control of the jeep. Cole pulled up sharply, not yet certain whether his move had done the trick.
“Get us back into view!” Sharpe shouted.
“Doing it.” Calm as ever, the airline pilot asking everyone to please fasten their seatbelts. “Coming around for you now.”
The jeep was jammed against the side wall of the ramp and the metal gate itself, which looked crumpled and was still shut. Smoke and steam poured from the hood. The driver was pinned at the wheel, and the armed passenger staggered as he climbed out. He wasn’t carrying his gun.