The Project Eden Thrillers Box Set 1: Books 1 - 3 (Sick, Exit 9, & Pale Horse)

by Brett Battles

  Making up his mind, he called Cora again. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes. Just tell everyone to hold tight until I return.”

  “Can I at least tell them what you want them to do?”

  “I’ll explain everything when I get back.”

  He never got that chance. The explosion that killed him when he opened the container meant that no one at Palmer Transport & Shipping knew anything about Mr. Evans’s warning.

  Thirty-Four

  I.D. MINUS 6 HOURS 49 MINUTES

  BLUEBIRD TIME 4:11 AM

  “ROWAN, REPORT,” SECURITY officer Phillips said into the radio.

  Nothing.

  “Rowan, this is base. Are you receiving me?”

  No response.

  Rowan was a minute overdue checking in. Ten minutes ago, in his last report, he had made no indication of problems, radio or otherwise, but with the severe conditions on Yanok Island, that could change in seconds.

  “Rowan, this is base. Report.”

  Still receiving no response, Phillips contacted the watch officer. This being the day it was, the DOP’s personal aide, Major Ross, was serving in the role.

  Ross’s voice came over the receiver. “This is the watch officer.”

  “I have a non-response from perimeter security.”

  “Who’s out there?”

  “Benjamin Rowan, sir.”

  “How long is he overdue?”

  Phillips glanced at the clock on his screen. “Two minutes.”

  The patrol officers were drilled on keeping religiously to their check-in schedules, so even a delay of half a minute was unusual.

  “Had he reported any previous problems?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Send out a search team.”

  “Yes, sir. Right away.”

  Thirty-Five

  I.D. MINUS 5 HOURS 28 MINUTES

  BLUEBIRD TIME 5:32 AM

  ASH CHECKED THE map, then nodded ahead. “We should be able to see the outpost from that ridge.”

  Chloe gave him a nod, but said nothing, conserving her strength.

  Around them, the wind was gusting, pushing at their backs as if urging them onward.

  When they finally neared the top of the ridge, they dropped to their stomachs and inched the rest of the way up. The outpost was right where he’d expected it, about a quarter-mile away. It was a large structure, clad in snow, with light streaming out through several windows. There was no one visible through them, but it was early so that wasn’t surprising.

  “They’re not going to be expecting anyone at this time of morning,” Chloe said. “Might be a good time to try and get in close.”

  Ash pulled out their binoculars, flipped them to night vision, and surveyed the landscape ahead. Between the ridge and the outpost, there was no place to hide except against the building itself. As he searched for some way they might be able to sneak in, he couldn’t help but wonder how many people they’d have to get through to stop the Project’s plan before it could begin.

  Stop it, he told himself. One task at a time. Just get to the building, and then you can figure out what’s next.

  “Take a look,” he said.

  As he handed the binoculars to Chloe, something crunched on the ice behind them.

  He whirled around just in time to see the dark shape of a man rushing at him. He tried to roll out of the way, but the person piled into his shoulder, knocking him flat on his stomach.

  He shoved back against the man’s chest, hoping to push him off so he could get away, but the guy was not only big, he was strong. The attacker pulled Ash to his feet, lifted him in the air, and slammed him back into the hard ice. For several seconds, Ash lay there, unable to move.

  As soon as he could, he turned his head to look for Chloe, hoping she’d gotten away. But she was pinned to the ground, by a clone of the guy who’d jumped Ash.

  Footsteps again, crunching toward him. Then a new figure stood above him. A hand went up to the face and removed the protective mask. A flashlight flicked on, and suddenly he could see who it was.

  “Ash. What a nice surprise,” Olivia Silva said.

  THE LAST AND only time Ash had seen Olivia in person was through a transparent wall that looked into the cell she lived in beneath the Bluff. Now their positions were reversed and he was the captive.

  “I understand my information helped, and you were able to save your kids,” she said.

  He and Chloe were on their feet now, three armed men standing behind them to make sure they didn’t try to run.

  “It did. Thank you,” he said, meaning it.

  “And my message? Were you able to deliver it?”

  Her only request had been that he give a message to the man who’d taken Ash’s children, the same man who had left Olivia to be captured by Matt’s people.

  “I did.”

  “Good. I knew I could count on you.”

  No one said anything for a moment. Then Ash asked, “So are you going to shoot us here? Or take us inside so your friends can watch?”

  “Friends?” she asked, as if she didn’t understand. Then her eyes widened and she smiled. “Oh, I see. Who do you think freed me from my prison?”

  “We know who freed you,” Chloe said. “Assholes from Project Eden.”

  “I agree with your assessment of them,” Olivia said, “but they weren’t the ones who freed me. It was my friends. Others who had become…disenchanted by the Project.”

  Ash looked at her warily. “Then what are you doing here?”

  Her gaze turned momentarily in the direction of the outpost hidden behind the ridge. “I have no love for anyone in that building,” she whispered. She looked back at Ash and said in a stronger voice, “I have a feeling you and I have a similar goal.”

  “I doubt it.”

  “Oh, come, now. Don’t you want to get inside?”

  Ash said nothing.

  “I thought as much.” She stood up again. “The only way you’ll get in there is with my help.”

  “And why would you help us?”

  She said nothing for several seconds, then, “Because the last thing I want is for the people who left me to die to be in control of the world they’re trying to create. I’m here to kill them. I assume that’s why you’re here, too.”

  There was an edge to her words, a hatred that made him know she was telling the truth. “We’re here to stop them,” he said.

  She grinned, her eyes twinkling. “Given the circumstances, isn’t that pretty much the same thing?”

  Ash remained silent.

  “So are you coming with us?” she asked.

  He glanced at Chloe. He could see she was reluctant, but had also come to the same conclusion he had.

  “We’ll come with you.”

  Thirty-Six

  I.D. MINUS 2 HOURS 45 MINUTES

  BLUEBIRD TIME 8:15 AM

  THE DOP WAS furious. “I should have been told about this immediately!”

  “Yes, sir,” Ross said. “I’m sorry. I thought you might want a bit more rest before the day began.”

  Not just any day, the day. Implementation Day. There, in the bowels of Bluebird, it was eight fifteen a.m. on December 22nd, but in a little less than three hours, at eleven a.m. Central Standard Time, it would be six in the morning in New Zealand on the 23rd—given the island country’s proximity to the International Dateline, it was designated as the initial release location of KV-27a. At that moment, the DOP would enter the Go code into the system and messages would be sent across the globe—activating timers on the IDMs and other automated delivery devices so that they would begin releasing their contents at the busiest time of the day, and notifying those teams who were relying on manpower to spread the virus, such as the spraying operations in Africa and Southern and Southeast Asia, and plane operations scattered all across the world.

  Ross had been right to let him sleep. It was a momentous day, one at which the entire directorate of Project Eden would be present to witness from the sta
rt. What he didn’t like, however, was beginning this day of all days with news like this.

  The suit he was going to wear had been laid out the night before. He grabbed his shirt, yanked it on, and started buttoning it up. “How? How could this happen?”

  “We’re…not sure yet.”

  From his bed, the DOP picked up the paper detailing the conversation between the Australian transport company owner and the Project member who had been his contact. “This phone number——anything on that?”

  “It’s a dummy. It reroutes half a dozen times then splits in several directions. Basically untraceable.”

  The DOP snagged his pants off the hanger. “It’s them. I know it is,” he said, sure the people who had been a thorn in the Project’s side had just taken things to an unacceptable level.

  “I agree.”

  “Major Ross, since everything is in place now, surely we can spare some manpower to deal with them.”

  Ross nodded. “Actually, sir, I’ve already pulled together an assault team, and they’re en route to the Montana location right now.”

  The DOP strung his tie around his collar, tied the knot, and pulled on his jacket. He looked over his shoulder at Ross, locking eyes with his aide. “I want them dead. All of them. And not by the virus.”

  “Yes, sir. I understand. I’ll make sure that happens.”

  “You had better. Is there anything else?”

  Ross seemed to hesitate, but then shook his head. “No, sir. That’s it.”

  Thirty-Seven

  I.D. MINUS 2 HOURS 21 MINUTES

  BLUEBIRD TIME 8:39 AM

  TWICE THEY HAD to lie low to avoid patrols, so it took over an hour and a half to reach the camp Olivia and her people had set up three-quarters of a mile to the southeast of Bluebird. Ash could feel every passing second, and knew they needed to keep moving, but Olivia had been in no hurry to start out again. If he had known how to get into the building himself, he and Chloe would have been long gone.

  Finally, Olivia deemed it was time. The hike took them to the coast, then along the hilly edge. She still didn’t seem to be in any hurry. He tried to get her to pick up the pace, but she only said, “Don’t worry. We’ll be there right on time.”

  Finally, Olivia stopped them and sent two of her men ahead.

  “Usually they don’t guard the entrance we’re going to use. It’s almost impossible to get into, but I guess that’s to be expected today.”

  “What do you mean today?”

  She looked at him, amusement in her eyes. “Why do you think?”

  “This is it?” he asked. “Implementation Day?”

  “Oh, very good.”

  “How much time do we have?”

  An exaggerated look of pain clouded her eyes. “Don’t you trust me? I told you, we’ll be there on time.”

  Chloe leaned toward Ash and whispered just loudly enough for him to hear, “I don’t trust her.”

  “Can you at least tell us what the plan is?” he asked.

  Before he knew if she would answer or not, her men returned. She conferred with them for several seconds, nodded, and said to the rest, “Looks like we’re all set. This way.”

  The new path led along the face of a cliff, sloping downward until it dead-ended at a pile of snow-covered rocks that went all the way to the ice of the ocean.

  When Olivia started climbing down, Ash called out, “How are we supposed to get to the outpost from there?”

  “I guess you’ll have to see, won’t you?” she yelled back.

  She continued down, her people following without question.

  “I don’t like this,” Chloe said.

  Ash shook his head. “Neither do I. But what choice do we have?”

  They caught up to Olivia on a narrow strip of land that ran above the beach about twenty feet. The path wasn’t a natural occurrence, but had been carved out of the cliff face. The darkness made it difficult to see ahead, but it appeared that the trail simply ended after fifty feet.

  “We should probably hurry,” Olivia called out as she neared the end of the path. “Less than twenty-five minutes left.”

  “Are you joking?” Ash asked.

  “Why would I joke?”

  With a step to her left, she disappeared.

  The path, it turned out, led to the opening of a cave in the cliff that had been almost invisible in the darkness. As Ash and Chloe stepped inside, several of the others turned on flashlights, giving them a better look at their surroundings. Not a cave, Ash realized, but a manmade tunnel. And on the ground just inside were two bodies. The guards, Ash guessed.

  Olivia took the lead again, and didn’t stop until they reached a secure-looking metal door mounted in the tunnel wall. The door had no handle, and whatever hinges it swung on were either recessed in the metal frame or were on the inside. For all intents, it was impassible.

  Olivia stepped over to the wall several feet from the door. Putting her hands on part of the rocky surface, she began moving them counterclockwise. To Ash’s surprise, the rock underneath turned with her, then hinged open. In the space where it had been was a twelve-inch-square monitor with a single button at the bottom.

  “The box,” Olivia said.

  One of her men came forward, carrying a long case almost the size of a box for roses.

  “Warm it up,” she told him.

  He undid the clasps and opened it. Whatever Ash thought would be inside, a severed forearm with a hand still attached wasn’t it.

  “What the hell is that for?” Chloe said.

  Without answering, the man removed a device from the bag he’d been carrying on his back and flipped a switch on the side. It started to hum, faintly at first, but grew louder as the seconds passed. Once one of the ends started glowing red, he hit another button, doubling the strength of the noise, and aimed the glowing end at the hand.

  He let this go on for half a minute, then touched the palm with a small plastic strip. Seemingly unsatisfied, he aimed the device at the hand again for another thirty seconds. This time, after he put the strip against it, he said, “Ready.”

  Olivia turned back to the screen, but instead of pressing the button at the bottom, she tapped the monitor in the upper right corner twice, and once in the middle. As soon as she lifted her finger the last time, the screen came to life.

  She tapped twice more, and each time the screen changed as soon as she was done. She then motioned for the man holding the arm to join her. She moved the fingers of the detached hand just enough so that there was separation between each, and pressed the palm and fingers against the screen.

  Nothing happened for a moment, then there was a loud clunk, and the door began to swing open.

  Olivia smiled at Ash. “After you.”

  Thirty-Eight

  I.D. MINUS 13 MINUTES

  LOCAL TIME 9:47 AM

  MATT STARED AT the world map on his computer screen. Marked on it were the locations where companies with variations on the names Hiddekel, Pishon, Gihon, and Phrath had been conducting suspicious operations that had so far gone undiscovered. While there were many marks, they represented only a fraction of the number that he knew must have been out there. Worse yet, Matt’s people were having spotty luck getting through to people who might be able to do something about those they did know. And even when they did reach someone, convincing them that something terrible was about to happen was more miss than hit.

  “Mr. Hamilton?”

  Matt looked up. Everyone seemed to be busy at the different stations. “Who called me?”

  “I did, sir.” A hand went up across the room.

  Matt stood up. “What is it?”

  “Security breach, sir. PB position two.”

  PB was the codename assigned to the dirt road leading to the Ranch. Position two would mean whoever it was would already be halfway to the Lodge from the highway.

  “Do you have visual?”

  “They’ll be coming up on a video point in about fifteen seconds.”
/>   “Route it to one of the TVs.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  There was a delay of five seconds, then the monitor on the end of the table filled with an image of the empty dirt road.

  “Sir, second contact.”

  “Also on PB?”

  “No, sir, from the southwest, but coming fast and low. I think it’s a helicopter.”

  On the screen, three large SUVs suddenly appeared. Though it was impossible to tell for sure, each looked like it was filled with men wearing helmets and holding weapons.

  Matt shoved himself out of his chair. “Get everyone who’s outside into the Bunker now and lock us up tight! I don’t want whoever is coming this way to get even a hint of where any of the entrances are.”

  The alarm began blaring throughout the Bunker to let everyone know they were about to seal things up.

  “Prep full cover,” Matt said.

  Silence descended on the room.

  “Are…are you sure, sir?” one of the men asked.

  “I said prep, I didn’t say set it off. But if I do, I don’t want any hesitation.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Full cover would mean igniting both the Lodge and the dormitory so that they would burn down on top of two of the entrances to the Bunker. The third entrance, accessed via a long tunnel, would be left open unless it was found. If that happened, it could be collapsed once the intruders were inside.

  “Let me know as soon as everyone is in,” he said.

  “Sir, another contact. Looks like a second helicopter. Coming from the northeast.”

  Rachel rushed into the room. “What’s going on?”

  “Someone’s coming at us.”

  “Who?”

  He looked at her. “I’ll give you one guess.”

  “We don’t know that for sure.”