Teddy nodded to the voiceless henchman, who smiled and nodded back. He touched the stick to a place on Jolaine’s back. Graham couldn’t see the exact point of contact, but the resulting scream was horrifying. It reverberated off the concrete walls and metal surfaces. When it was over, Jolaine sagged even deeper. When she rolled her glazed eyes up to look at him, she no longer looked human. It was as if that part of her—her soul, maybe?—had been driven out. Equal parts humiliation and pain, her expression told him that she was done. Her spirit had fled her body.
“Pain is such a terrible thing,” Teddy said. “Look at what it does. Look at what your decision does to others. Perhaps we could touch the prod to her eye. I’m not sure what—”
Graham blurted, “3155AX475598CVRLLPBHQ44 6833D0Z.”
Teddy looked stunned. “Excuse me?”
“Graham, no,” Jolaine rasped.
Graham repeated the code. “That’s what you’re looking for, right? The code?”
“Graham! Please don’t!”
Teddy’s eyes narrowed to slit. “Say it two more times,” he said.
Graham glared through Teddy’s skull. He sensed that he’d created an opportunity for himself—he wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but he sensed that the stakes had changed, and for at least a little while, Graham now had a hand to play that might buy additional time.
“Get this thing off my neck,” Graham said. “I’ve given it to you twice. For a third time, you get rid of the noose.”
“Or, how about I just tighten it more?” Teddy countered. “Tighter and tighter until you give me what I want?”
Graham’s heart could not race any faster without shredding itself. He was playing a dangerous game of who-blinks-first, and he was already in it too deep to stop. “Brain cells,” Graham said. “They’re very sensitive to oxygen.”
Teddy turned to the goon who stood next to Jolaine.
“No!” Graham shouted before Teddy could give the order. No one moved, awaiting Graham’s next step. “No more prodding,” he said. “Let her arms down, and get her off of that . . . whatever the hell she’s sitting on. That’s sick.”
That frightening look of amusement returned to Teddy’s eyes. “So now you’re telling me that I am sick?”
“You’re a friggin’ torturer, dude! Of course you’re sick! Jesus.”
Teddy leaned in closer, till his features blurred and their noses nearly touched. “You think you have control,” he whispered. His breath stank of cigarettes. “You are wrong.”
“I have the code,” Graham said. “I have everything you want. Please step away from my face.”
In his own time, Teddy moved back.
“Thank you.” Graham cleared his throat again. “Whatever this code is—whatever it does—I figure it’s got to be important. There’s no pattern to it. It’s a random cipher, so that means it’s not the Kremlin garage code or something stupid like that. And given everybody’s focus on me and my family, I figure that somehow we’re the only ones who know it.”
The change in Teddy’s eyes told him that he was close to the mark.
“So, here’s where I think I have a little control. It’s a long code, with a lot of characters. If you shock Jolaine again, or if you don’t do what I ask, I’ll just change some of the elements. You’ll never know.”
“Oh, we will know,” Teddy said. “We will test the code and we will know.”
This was going exactly as Graham had hoped it would. These assholes had inadvertently taught him how to extract information through a diversionary conversation. He’d just learned that they had a way to verify what he told them. “Then what?” he pressed. He was so excited—so terrified—that his voice trembled. “You’d test and find out it didn’t work. Then all you’d know was that I gave you the wrong sequence. You’d never know how it’s wrong.”
“That would be a very big mistake, young man. You do that, you’ll see how sick I can be.”
“So, let’s make a deal,” Graham said. “Take this noose off of me, get Jolaine a chair, and I’ll tell you what you want to know. If I’ve lied, then we’ll still be here. You can torture us till you’ve had your f ill.”
Teddy regarded him, clearly looking for the angle that could hurt him or his cause. “You are playing a very dangerous game, my young friend. If you toy with me, I will hurt you very, very badly.”
“I’m not your friend,” Graham said. This defiance game was not for the weak of heart, but once in, he had to go all the way.
“Okay,” Teddy said. “Okay, we do things your way. But God help you.” As he loosened the slipknot from around Graham’s neck, he called over his shoulder and said something that caused the goons to loosen the ropes on Jolaine’s arms. A folding chair arrived from somewhere. They lifted her off the horrible sawhorse contraption, and they put her on the chair. Her wrists remained tied, but they rested on her lap.
Graham ducked a little as the noose was lifted away. When he was free, he said, “And now my hands.”
“Not part of the deal,” Teddy said. “You should understand that my patience is now gone.”
“I had to try,” Graham said.
“It is time to give me what I bargained for.”
Graham nodded. “You’re going to want to write this down,” he said.
From a few feet away, Jolaine tried one more time: “Graham. They’re terrorists. You’re giving them something terrible. I can only imagine what it is, but please don’t—”
“Look at me,” Teddy said. “Not at her. You and I have deal.” He snapped his fingers and spoke again to his buddies, one of whom produced a pen and a tablet of paper. “Say it slowly.”
Graham enunciated every character.
Teddy wrote as he spoke. After he’d documented the cipher string, he said, “Now we’ll see if you told truth. Say it again.”
Graham didn’t hesitate. This time he raced through the cipher, nailing every character. “Would you like me to do it backwards?”
He barely saw the man deliver the punch to his gut. The blow pushed the air from Graham’s lungs and collapsed his knees. Spots exploded behind his eyes, and for the longest time, he could neither see nor breathe as his insides convulsed. He wondered for a while if he might suffocate. Finally, breath came, but his insides felt like they might have been run through a blender.
Unable to access his hands for support, and Lord knows unable to do anything that might resemble a sit-up, he rolled from his side onto his stomach, and from there inch-wormed to his knees, then found his feet and stood. He didn’t know why, but it felt important to stand. By the time he was up, the goons were all gone.
The cold was beginning to work its way into him again.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Jolaine said. “That code is for some kind of weapon. And for them to go to these extremes, it must be a weapon of enormous value.” She spat a wad of blood onto the floor.
“I bought us time,” he said.
“At a huge price.”
“I couldn’t just watch them do that to you,” he said. “That wasn’t right. I couldn’t watch it.”
Jolaine shook her head. “I can take care of myself,” she said.
A laugh burst out of Graham before he could stop it. As she heard her own words, Jolaine chuckled, too. “Evidence to the contrary notwithstanding,” she added.
Graham looked around the room for some way out. This place had the same wire windows as the room he’d broken out of. He could see the heads of two guards who now were stationed just on the other side. Movement through the window on the door told him that at least one guard was out there, too.
“This is our time and opportunity,” he said. “What are we going to do?”
“Right now, it seems that dying is at the top of the list,” Jolaine said.
“Not yet,” Graham said. The bruises on her face seemed to be worsening as he watched.
“What, you think they’re going to let us live now that they’ve got what they want? I’ve been
telling you from the beginning—”
“I lied,” he whispered.
A beat. “Excuse me?”
“The code,” he said. “It’s not the right one. I transposed some of the characters, and made up others.”
Jolaine looked confused. “But how? He made you repeat them.”
“So?” No matter how many times people talked about his memory, they always had a hard time grasping the reality.
“Could you have actually recited it backward?”
He smiled. “No. That was a bluff.” The smile went away, however, as he thought about the misery that lay ahead when the assholes found out what he’d done.
“Well, shit,” Jolaine said. “We need a plan.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The Raven crashed on impact and broke apart, just as it was designed to do. A soldier-proof system, it was built to be frangible on impact so that the wings and the horizontal stabilizers in the rear would separate easily from the fuselage. That eliminated the need for smooth surfaces to allow for long roll-out landings. Georgie found the crash to be particularly entertaining, laughing far too loudly for the otherwise quiet night.
“A little stealth would be good right now,” Jonathan said to him as he collected the pieces and laid them across the bed of the Expedition. He locked the door when he was done and went back inside, where Boxers had cued up the recorded images.
“I’ve been looking at this, Boss,” Big Guy said as soon as Jonathan entered the room. “Good news—this is definitely the target.”
Jonathan smiled. “Confidence level?”
“Ninety-nine and change. Look here.”
Jonathan kneeled next to the chair Boxers had commandeered.
Big Guy rolled the wheel on the mouse and zoomed in on a sedan that was parked in the rear of the plant. “Look at that license plate.”
“That’s our guy,” he said. The plate matched the one that transported Jolaine from the jail. He clapped Boxers on the back. Since this adventure began, they’d been chasing assumptions. Before any shooting started, it was good to know that they were really in the right place. “What tactical info do you have?”
“I know we’ve got at least six bad guys, but it’s probably safe to assume twelve to fifteen.” He pointed to the screen with a capped pen as he spoke. “We’ve got two on each of the three main entrances—the white, black, and green sides. The red side is the loading dock, where the blueprints show an overhang. The IR doesn’t show anyone there, but no guarantees that’s not guarded, too.”
Boxers clicked the mouse, and the screen changed to the infrared view. The imagery transformed to black and silver and the details got fuzzy, nearly to the point of being a blur. “Here, we’re limited by technology,” Boxers said. “You can see on this section here”—he pointed to a spot against the black (back) wall that was twenty feet from the green (left) wall—“that it’s much, much colder than anywhere else in the building. I think that means they’ve turned the freezer on.”
“Which means they had a reason for doing it,” Jonathan said, closing the loop. “Assuming they’re not just cooling beers, the freezer holds something we want to see.”
“That’s where I was going,” Boxers said. “So if we assume eight people on the doors, nobody’s gonna work alone inside, so that’s at least ten. No way we can have a hard count. The kids say twenty to twenty-five.”
Before raiding a place, it helped to know precisely how many bad guys there were. It mattered less when the opposing force was massed together—say, in barracks, where mass-casualty tactics could do a lot of harm with relatively little effort or danger. But when the enemy was spread around like this, the team was looking at a lot of individual gunfights, and there was no way to know when the last bad guy had been dropped.
Enter the concept of the force multiplier. Through advanced fighting techniques, Jonathan and Boxers could tilt the odds away from the strengths of the enemy—cover and knowledge of the surroundings—toward their own strengths. Chief among those strengths were the ability to maneuver and shoot effectively in darkness.
“Superimpose the electrical feeds Mother Hen sent us,” Jonathan said.
“I guess we’ve got to assume that they haven’t jury-rigged something on their own,” Big Guy said. “If that’s the case, there appear to be two of them. The main box is here on the red side, on the loading dock. Then there’s another one—a big one—on the black side, on the outer wall of the freezer.”
Jonathan squinted, staring at the screen. It was so much easier to blow one source of power and move in. Now they would have to sequence two blasts. That wasn’t a big deal, necessarily, but it meant more time on target, and time meant additional exposure.
“That’s not the shit I worry about,” Boxers said.
Well, of course not, Jonathan thought. Boxers was most self-actualized when he was playing with explosives.
“I worry about how we’re going to get close enough to do what we need to do without being seen.”
He raised a good point. Breaching a fence was barely a challenge, but then what? Getting in was only half the mission. Getting out quickly with precious cargo intact was the greater challenge. With the entire perimeter fenced in, and with guards stationed outside, they couldn’t just crash the front gate and race up the driveway because it would take too much time and make too much noise. The key to an 0300 operation was to get the precious cargo out alive. With that kind of advance warning, the bad guys might panic and create a barricade situation that rarely ended well for anyone.
“Is there a back gate in the fence?” Jonathan asked.
Boxers shook his head. “We don’t have plans for the fence, and it doesn’t show in the imagery.”
“Sort of,” LeBron said.
Jonathan and Boxers turned in unison to face him. In his peripheral vision, Jonathan noted that Dawn’s face wore a similarly intrigued expression.
LeBron grew uncomfortable with the attention. “There was stuff back there,” he said. “Lots of scrap metal that nobody wanted, so maybe someone cut a hole in the fence.”
Dawn was aghast. “You stole? How could you do that? You have a family to support now. The judge told you that one more—”
“I didn’t steal,” LeBron said. “It was just there. It’s junk. Nobody wants it.”
“Why steal it, then?”
“For money. I sold it for scrap.”
“How did you get it to the scrap yard?”
“In Doobie’s truck,” LeBron said.
Jonathan raised a hand to interrupt the conversation. “Excuse me,” he said. “My clock is ticking here. LeBron, how big was the hole you cut?”
“Big enough for the truck.”
“No way that’s still there,” Boxers said. “These guys would have patched it up.”
“But they didn’t,” LeBron said. “We kinda patched it back up ourselves because we didn’t want to put up with a lot of shit from the cops if they found it—like they’d ever drive back there. We put the section we took down back up with a little wire to hold it in place. I was back there a few days ago, and nobody had changed nothin’.”
“Why would you go back there?” Dawn pressed.
“Because we got to eat, and I got no job,” LeBron said. “You never know when you might have missed something.” He paused, and Jonathan could see the wheels turning in his head. Did he want to say more or not? “Okay, and there’s one more thing. I don’t like those people. I’ve never trusted them from the first minute I saw them. They got no business bein’ here. I wanted to see what I could see.”
LeBron looked into Jonathan’s eyes. “And Scorpion, yes, there are guards at the loading dock. There are always guards at the loading dock. That’s another reason I don’t like them bein’ in my hood.”
Jonathan smiled broadly. “Well, God bless neighborhood watch,” he said. “How did you get a truck around there? The map shows trees.”
LeBron moved to the computer screen. “Zoom out some,”
he said. “Get to where we can see the whole thing.”
Boxers pulled away to about the two-hundred-foot mark.
“There.” LeBron pointed to the woods line on the black side of the building. “There’s like a clearing right in here.” He squinted and leaned closer. “I don’t see it here. Can you bring back that daylight picture?”
Boxers clicked and the satellite image reappeared.
“You can almost see it here,” LeBron said, pointing. “And there’s a road that runs just behind the fence. Doobie’s truck is smaller than yours, though, and it barely fit through.”
“That’s okay,” Jonathan said. “It’s a way in.”
“It’s a way out, too,” Boxers said. “I’m not thrilled with the open-field run, but it’s doable if we stage the Expedition.”
“I’ll come with you, if you like,” LeBron said. “I can show you the opening in the fence.”
“No!” Dawn snapped. “You’ll do no such thing.”
Sometimes there was only one right answer to a controversial question, and in this case, it was obvious. “I’m with Dawn on this one,” Jonathan said as he closed his laptop and slipped it back into his ruck. “I made a promise that you would not be placed in jeopardy. I’m sticking by that. You’ve already helped us more than you know. Now it’s time for us to go.”
Boxers had already begun to pack up the Raven’s electronics.
“There has to be a way we can help. We’re in it this deep. It’s like it’s too late to quit.”
Boxers shot Jonathan a death glare. In the past, Jonathan had included people he probably shouldn’t have in the execution of 0300 missions, and almost always with massive complications.
“Big Guy and I have done this gig too many times as a duet to expand now.” He extended his hand. “Really, though. I appreciate the offer.” He shrugged into his ruck.
“Suppose we see something that shouldn’t be?” Dawn asked.
The source of the question startled Jonathan. Clearly, that showed in his face.
“Watching is different than getting shot,” she explained. “And a boy’s been kidnapped. I can’t stand by and just let that happen. Do you have a cell phone number or something?”
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