The Matt Drake Series Books: 7-9 (The Matt Drake Series Boxset 2)

by David Leadbeater

  “You guys still there? I have . . . have a little cough.”

  Hayden smiled with a mixture of severity and sorrow. “We’re right here, Lauren.”

  “Both of them . . . Stone and Bell . . . separately and together have ordered ladies in the city of Niagara Falls. Canada side.”

  Drake felt a jolt of electricity. “Recently?”

  “Over a couple of months.”

  “What a fucking network!” Smyth cried. “What a brilliant network! Are you sure?”

  “They keep very detailed records of high rollers.”

  “So what are we waiting for?” Drake was surprised to hear Mai’s voice, strong and sure. “Let’s go get the aerosols and wipe these goddamn Pythians off the map in one go.”

  Now he understood, or thought he did. She was anxious for this mission to be over so she could pursue the Grace angle. The best quality he could glean from that was her upstanding faith that everything would end well.

  “Let’s go save Lauren too,” he said. “And bring an antidote back to her.”

  “Fuck that,” Smyth said. “We’re taking her with us. I’ll carry her all the way if I have to.”

  Nobody questioned him. Nobody thought about gloating in Stone’s face. No time was lost. The two teams, SPEAR and Gold, were professionals to the end and prepared to move out.

  “You might want to call the Razor’s Edge guys,” Drake said to Kinimaka. “They deserve to be in on the end of this. And the help sure won’t go amiss.”

  The big Hawaiian nodded and tapped his phone. Hayden was already talking to Secretary Price in an effort to smooth their entry as Crouch informed Armand Argento at Interpol. Drake knew why. Despite Argento’s distance it was sometimes crucial what such deeply rooted agencies could accomplish.

  Alicia looked around at all the activity and gave Drake a mixed smile. “God help Niagara Falls.”

  “It’s what we’re trained for.”

  “Yeah, I know. But with all our firepower and their army we’re gonna destroy the place.”

  “We’ll find a way, Alicia. We always do. In any case won’t you be mega-happy we’re moving on? Maybe you’ll even get to see Beauregard again.”

  Alicia’s expected witticism didn’t come. Instead she eyed Drake very closely. “Is that a hint of jealousy I hear?”

  Drake effected an idiotic grin. “After all we’ve been through together why would I suddenly feel jealous?”

  “Dunno. Maybe because I’m me and you’re human?”

  “Bollocks. You got me.”

  “It sure looks that way.” Alicia flounced off, a satisfied smile on her face.

  Drake turned a little wearily toward Mai. The Japanese woman sent him a troubled grimace but made no move to come over. In the end it was Dahl who appeared at his left elbow.

  “Quite a team, huh?”

  Drake stared around at the bustle of activity. Hayden and Kinimaka on their cells, gaining ground with every word; Karin and Komodo, Yorgi and Smyth trying to ward off their anxieties about Lauren and the aerosols by familiarizing themselves with Niagara Falls; Crouch’s team joining in. A jet was ordered to be made ready in a few hours, weapons prearranged, authorities battled with. The problem was, no matter the severity of the threat or the reputation of the team involved, there was always at least one man in authority looking to make a name for himself.

  Drake nodded slowly. “It sure is, my friend. I can’t think of a better one I’d rather be going into battle with.”

  “Aerosols. Antidote. Pythians. Dudley.” Dahl ticked the boxes with his fingers. “In that order.”

  “And then that pint?” Drake stared into the middle-distance.

  “Sure. We’ll set the world to rights.”

  “Someone needs to.”

  “Correct. The way it’s going our children or our children’s children are heading for . . .” He tailed off, unable to finish the sentence. “Y’know, Drake. There’s one thing people never tell you about having kids. One thing you can never truly understand until you’re a parent. You never stop worrying. Not for a second.”

  “They’ll be fine, mate.”

  “Oh, I can sure tell you’re not a parent, Drake. I don’t simply mean worrying now. Or next week or over the next few years. I mean ever. With such evil in the world, I even worry that my daughters will experience some terrible anguish over their sons or daughters.”

  Drake looked into the bigger picture, the unending unease. It only reminded him that Alyson had died with their unborn child still growing inside her.

  “Some people would still like to have the chance,” he said softly.

  Dahl flinched a little, as if realizing what he’d said. For a second both men stared at nothing, shoulders together, soldiers together, envisaging all that they fought for.

  Then Drake turned away. “C’mon dickhead, let’s go grab some guns and maybe a bacon sarni.”

  Dahl shoved Drake in the back. “Typical Yorkshireman. Always thinking about food. No doubt they sell fish and chips wrapped in newspaper in Niagara Falls.”

  “Yeah, but I’m not sure how much of Niagara Falls is gonna be left after we’re done taking down the Pythians.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

  A monumental meeting took place inside the first floor conference room of the Maple Lake hotel, based on Dunn Street, Niagara Falls, behind the lofty Tower Hotel. This little place, with its C-shaped design, attention to cleanliness and detail, and adjacent wedding chapel, was massively overlooked and overshadowed by the towering award-winning hotel that stood over five hundred feet above the Niagara gorge and provided restaurant and room views of the stunning cascade. For that reason it was the perfect meeting place for three of the most capable, deadly and determined teams in the world.

  Drake had never seen so many dangerous people in one room before. These men and women fought for peace, for a way of life they believed in, often without recognition or thanks. They were true heroes, and here they were about to put everything on the line once again.

  He stood at the back, near the buffet table, sipping water and working through a plateful of nibbles. Mingling with his own team was Alicia’s new crew, who were actually Crouch’s unit. Damn, that’s gonna get confusing. It was easy to picture them as Alicia’s team because the woman was a pure force of nature. If she followed it was simply because the person leading was heading in the same direction that she was. Crouch, he guessed, was the one of the only bosses she would trust completely.

  Russo seemed solid, a man he could accept. Both Healey and Caitlyn were young but dedicated and bright. They mingled well with the SPEAR team. The newcomers from California were an odd bunch, older than Drake had imagined, and somewhat of a misfit. Trent, their undeclared boss, was a grim-faced individual, slow to smile but with drive and purpose fuelling his every move. The concentration level with this man was huge and, to some, probably quite intimidating. Still, when he did occasionally direct a smile toward the woman in their group it was deep and genuine.

  The woman, Claire Collins, was a force to be reckoned with, a multitasker, absorbing everything around her and commenting or acting with a leader’s confidence. Drake saw she wore the new bruises and cuts on her face without emotion; perhaps they would heal, perhaps not, but either way it wouldn’t matter to her. She had withstood a firestorm whilst taking down the Moose—that was what counted.

  Radford and Silk were different again. The first a good-looking, scrawny individual who tried hard not to stare at all the ladies in the room; sporting an intellectual look that might well fool most people into underestimating him, and put them at his mercy. Drake wasn’t sure if the look was purposeful or just coincidental, but it no doubt worked for him. Silk, the roughest looking member of the Razor’s Edge, was an easy man to read—brought up hard he played hard and fought hard. Accustomed to nothing he took what he had to. Silk was Drake’s kind of man and the first the Yorkshireman naturally gravitated to.

  “Drake,” he said, holding out a hand
. “Matt Drake.”

  “Adam Silk.”

  “Great job over in LA. I hear you guys kicked major ass.”

  “LA is personal for us, man, and especially me. I grew up on those shitty streets. There’s no criminal organization’s gonna use some kinda bioweapon there.”

  “The Pythians are more than just a one-hit wonder.” Drake took a sip from his bottle. “We will have to destroy them totally to beat them: head, body, tail. And when they’re dead it’s immolation. Crushing. Burial. No mercy.”

  “If I had my way it’d be the same for all criminals and terrorists.”

  “Are you ex-military, Silk?”

  “Not exactly. I was recruited into the CIA at a very early age. Trained. Sent to black spots. I guess I earned my stripes in the field.”

  Drake nodded, saying nothing. Silk had been a CIA black-ops specialist. Those guys were ghosts, slick, lethal and smart. He nodded toward the other three members of the Razor’s Edge.

  “They all as good as you?”

  “Nah, but they think they are.” Silk grinned. “Trent comes across as remote, stand-offish, but that’s just because he’s always been a leader and shouldered all the responsibility. I couldn’t ask for a better man to guard my back. Radford—childish, makes every mistake in the book at a personal level, but in the field? He’s top dog. And Collins?” Silk smiled fondly. “A few months ago I wanted to shoot and bury her. Now . . . I’d have her babies if she asked. She’s diamond-cut, man. Hard, reliable, trustworthy. And more fun than Johnny Depp on a mad bender. Believe me, I’ve been there.”

  Drake raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that what all Angelinos say? That they know some kind of famous star?”

  “Nope. Not really. But when Collins has done chewing you out, busting your balls for an afternoon, she’ll take you out to the Sunset Strip and dance with you till dawn. Viper Room. Skybar. We’ve done ‘em all. And the next working day she’ll come right back and take your head off again.”

  Drake couldn’t help but stare at the baby-faced, black-haired FBI agent. “Maybe we could trade her for Dahl.”

  “The big Englishman over there? He looks tough.”

  “Ah, he’s Swedish. And not too bright. Our weakest link. Make sure you tell him I said that.”

  Silk gave Drake a knowing look. “Yeah, I’ll get right on it. So, what’s the plan, action man?”

  Drake laughed. “I think Hayden and Crouch over there are laying something out. We’ll have tech support from Caitlyn Nash—” Drake pointed the blond girl out, “And Karin Blake. Both based in the field.”

  “Isn’t that a little risky?”

  “Normally, yes, but with this super-plague about to hit hard we’re guessing that there’s no longer any ‘normal’. We’re up to the whacked-out, do-or-die leagues now, mate, and the risk is . . .” Drake paused. He’d been about to say “acceptable”, but memories of friends that had died along the way hit him abruptly, and hard.

  He turned away.

  Silk, a soldier in arms, knew the look and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m right with you, bud. Right with you.”

  Hayden walked to the front of the conference room and called the meeting to order. “Hey guys, thanks for being here. This will have to be quick so we’ll save introductions for the celebration party later. For now, let’s focus on survival. The Buffalo FBI and Niagara Falls DOJ have been running CCTV operations and physical black-and-white sweeps for about twelve hours now. Nothing relating to Nicholas Bell has come up, but Callan Dudley was spotted by a traffic camera about twenty minutes ago.” She tapped an extending pointer against the wall where a large map of the city had been projected. “Here. Kister Road. It’s a tree-lined, open-plan industrial area with several large warehouses and businesses. Wide roads. Big junctions. Hard to approach without being seen. My guess is the Pythians have rented a plot there for their second facility.”

  “Could he just have been passing through?” Trent asked quickly.

  “Doubtful. He passed the traffic cam both ways in a matter of minutes. There’s a small strip mall in the direction he went.”

  “Still . . .”

  “We’re watching the area in unmarked cars and through civilian walk-bys. We have guys on industrial lawn mowers, that kind of thing. There aren’t any sidewalks as such, but it’s still a popular area for locals to get a good deal,” Hayden said. “Techs are scrolling back through the last few days of camera footage. In truth, Aaron, we have little else.”

  “Any word on the Pythian HQ?” Collins asked.

  “All we have are the testimonials from Lauren Fox’s associates and this sighting of Dudley. We also know that General Stone made several visits to Niagara Falls in the last few months, overnight stays each time. Facts like this appear much clearer when you have something concrete to back them up. My guess? If we take out the second facility the Pythians will burst out of the woodwork.”

  “It would be helpful to know the identities of the rest of the Pythians,” Dahl said. “We know Le Brun is dead, but how many more are there?”

  “Not many,” Drake said. “Webb is one, whoever he is. They’d want to keep it exclusive.”

  “Maybe,” Hayden acknowledged. “But this is the new breed of secret regime. Who knows how screwed up their agenda is? Or even if they have an ultimate goal.”

  Saint Germain, Drake thought, but said nothing. That was a conversation for another day.

  “We go in one group?” Trent questioned. “That’s going to be hard to manage.”

  “Blitz them,” Hayden said as Kinimaka nodded at her side. “Caitlyn and Karin can handle the operational logistics.”

  “Speaking of which,” Karin spoke up. “Our vehicles are fifteen minutes out along with an ensemble of Canadian authorities. We might wanna wrap this up.”

  Drake noticed the soldiers in the extreme gathering starting to assess their clothes and belongings, taking an inventory of what they needed and checking the status of what they had. Alicia, quiet since their last little exchange, meandered over just as Mai came up.

  “Good luck, you two.”

  Drake saw a fire in Alicia’s eyes, a reminder of the days when she and Mai had been enemies. Was Alicia challenging Mai? Or was she merely urging the Japanese woman to get a fucking grip and see what was right in front of her?

  Mai didn’t hesitate. “Now isn’t the time, bitch. Test me later if you want to stay upright.”

  Alicia just smiled, content in the knowledge that she’d ruffled Mai’s composure. Again. Drake ignored them both and began a weapons check of his own. In front of him, Smyth had whipped out his cell, firing off another text.

  “Lauren?” Drake asked.

  “Yeah. The, um, nurses are having to text for her now.” Smyth’s glum face held its downward position.

  “She’s safe here at least,” Drake said. “And close to the antidote.”

  Hayden stopped next to them. “C’mon guys, we gotta get moving. They say Lauren has about an hour before she’s beyond help.”

  Drake flinched. “Bollocks. Maybe we should—”

  He later thought the attack succeeded merely because the three teams were so intent on absorbing information and making ready to move out. It was certainly true that they hadn’t deemed it essential to place a guard around their perimeter, rather every member of their group would function better if fully briefed.

  And besides, no one knew they were there.

  The mercs hit at air and ground level, a devastatingly huge two-pronged assault. Reactions were instant and effective within the room, every man and woman organizing their efforts into decisive action. Drake ran to the windows as cars squealed into the car park and choppers thundered overhead. Kevlar-clad men leaped out of the still-running vehicles, machine guns panning left and right. He counted twenty in three seconds.

  Looking up, he saw a flock of helicopters gathering overhead. All bore civilian markings and could probably even produce tourist licenses, but no doubt belonged to the Pythi
ans. Could this be part of their exfil plan?

  Quickly he headed for the rear-facing door. Dahl was already there. “Clear for now but they’ll be coming.”

  “Go.”

  The company rushed out onto the concrete balcony that ran around the outside of the hotel’s first and only floor. Bright yellow rails stood before them with featureless doors stretching to either side. A tattered seat stood outside every room.

  “Up!” Dahl made the decision, jumping so that his boots hit the top of the narrow rail, balancing with his arm against a tinny upright. Flinging his gun over his head he sprang upward, catching the lip of the roof. With one easy maneuver he was over. Drake quickly followed, Mai at his side.

  Mercs were abseiling out of open helicopter doors, the machines’ flamboyant colors and cheerful appearance undermined by the falling men and their wicked-looking guns. Dahl opened fire as he began to sprint, catching the men as they touched down. Those he hit twisted and fell, screaming. Others jumped from above, riding their luck. Still more leaned out of the open doors and returned fire.

  Drake sensed Alicia at his back. He saw Trent out of the corner of one eye. The Disavowed man looked grim. “The others are racing both ways along the balcony. Shots from below. We’re split three ways now.”

  “Have faith,” Drake yelled. “We’ll not be apart for too long. And we’ll run all the way from this rooftop right to the goddamn facility if we have to!”

  Men struck the ground inches to his left.

  Alicia fired upward, forcing the choppers to veer and sway. Dahl was already approaching the edge of the roof. Mai darted into a merc who had somehow escaped a bullet, making him wish he hadn’t as she crushed his windpipe and cheekbone at the same time.

  With a deft movement she stole his gun.

  Drake ducked a hail of fire and shot a man leaping toward him straight off a rope that swung in the air.

  For better or worse, good and evil, they were all fully committed now.