by James Hunt
The wailing din of the alarm screeched in Ben’s ears, jolting him in fear and panic. He looked back at his room and took one step backward before stopping himself. No. His family was still somewhere in the building. He had to get to them. Before it was too late.
Ben kept low, navigating the hallways as best he could, always on the lookout for anyone with a gun meant to kill him. He tried retracing his steps from the times he had been escorted from his cell and room, but the memories were fuzzy. He twisted and turned, looking for anything that was familiar, but it all looked the same.
This couldn’t be how it ended, not for him, not for his family. He picked up his pace, his feet pattering against the floor in hurried succession. His body and joints twisted along the path he set himself on, turning corners, keeping his pistol up. It’d been years since he’d held a weapon, but the motions of his youth slowly came back to him.
After the next corner Ben turned, he froze. He kept the barrel of the pistol aimed at the cluster of guards and the tall man that had tortured him and threatened to hurt his family. The man’s eyes widened, and just before Ben watched the man’s lips move, barking some command, he squeezed the trigger, missing the tall man but taking out the guard just to the left of him.
Once the first shot had been fired, Ben backtracked, his right arm firing the pistol into the cluster of Kevlar and flesh while his left hand checked the door handles he passed. After he’d tried a half dozen, one finally opened.
The thump of bullets hit the metal door as Ben locked it. He retreated to the rear of the room, glancing around for any other door, any other way out, but there was nothing. He’d trapped himself in a steel box. The red light in the room blinked on and off in time with the alarm, casting the room in darkness then flashing the bloodstained red.
Bullets and fists beat on the door as Ben kept the pistol aimed. He slid down the wall until he hit the floor. This was it. He closed his eyes and tried to remember the faces of his children, the smile of Matt and the mischievous giggle of Ella. Tears flowed down his face as the moment of his wedding day flashed in his mind. His wife walking down the aisle and the smile he couldn’t wipe away from his mouth no matter how hard he tried. And he remembered when he was a boy, he and his sister teasing each other in the backseat on family vacations, both his parents telling them to stop, but in the laughing manner that egged both of them into continuing their torture of one another.
Fleeting memories of his past, his present, and all the things he would miss in the future. Ella and Matt’s graduation from high school, their proms, sports, and dances. Their weddings and their children and all the moments he would miss with his wife.
The shouting outside the door grew louder, and the banging stopped. Despite the finality, his heart was full, brimming over with the mixed feelings of joy and sadness. He kept those precious moments close to his heart, even as the explosion rocked the door, and he watched the tall man enter through the smoke and wreckage.
***
The rally point where Sarah met the rest of the field agents was two miles from the base’s perimeter. Fifteen agents managed to show up—well, fifteen and a half if you included the dilapidated state Vince was in, which Sarah didn’t.
“Everyone have their entrance points?” Sarah asked, securing another magazine around her belt. She was greeted with a series of curt nods. “I know everyone received the mission docs from HQ, but I wanted to make sure you know that my family is in there.”
For the first time since the group arrived, they all looked at her, breaking whatever premission rituals they normally walked through. It was common knowledge that her family had been taken, but she wasn’t sure if everyone knew that they were here. Technically, she didn’t either, but she was going to find out what happened to them.
“You want the kill shot?” Jared asked.
“I want my family, and whether that involves keeping Rick Demps alive or killing him, I’m all for it,” Sarah answered. “But I will bring them home with me. Today. In whatever forms they’ve been left in.”
Nobody argued. Being the top field agent carried with it a certain weight that no one ignored. Sarah hadn’t always been top dog. She remembered her first year when that title had belonged to someone else, but after his retirement, she gladly took over.
“We’re with you,” Jared replied.
“Thanks.” Sarah gave her belt one last check, threw on her holster, loaded her pistols, donned her black jacket, and picked up the AR-15 with its mounted scope. “Let’s kick some ass.” The group scattered, spreading out from their current location like the spokes from a wheel.
“You ready for this?” Bryce asked.
“Just try not to cry this time,” Sarah answered.
“I get emotional one time, three years ago, and you never let me live it down.”
Sarah cracked a smile. “You got so bad that Johnny had to finish the mission with me.”
“I didn’t realize it was a crime to care too much.”
“Just don’t get too squeamish on me,” Sarah said, breaking into a sprint, feeling the fueled mixture of adrenaline, rage, and hate course through her like a high-octane cocktail. “You might see some things you haven’t laid eyes on yet.” The compound came into view with still half a mile left on her run. It nestled in the middle of three hills, with nothing but grass and brush sprawling across the surrounding fields.
Enough clusters of cover allowed her to make it all the way to the compound’s wall, where she’d have to climb to get in. She peered through the scope, the crosshairs meticulously scanning the sprawling green around her. She checked to the left and right of her, seeing that everyone was moving into place. She swung the scope over to the wall, where a cluster of guards patrolled the top, walking back and forth at a leisurely pace. She lowered the scope and bit her lower lip. “Bryce, did you run a thermal scan prior to our mission rendezvous?”
“Yeah, I included it in your docs.”
Sarah lifted the rifle again, using the scope to home in on the guards as closely as she could. She scanned every inch of the wall that her position allowed her to. “Run a polar imaging on the base and the surrounding area up to one hundred yards out.”
“Okay.”
She knew Bryce didn’t know what for, seeing as the satellite feed Bryce and the rest of the support agents were using kept a constant thermal of the compound, but he did it anyway. Something wasn’t sitting right with her. No patrols outside the walls, no security sensors were being picked up—it didn’t fit the profile of her previous encounters. Something was off.
“Sarah, you’ve got movement on your six! Get out of there now!”
But the unnatural rustle of grass behind her gave the hostiles away before Bryce finished the radio transmission. She rolled into the bushes to her right, evading the bullets from the unit of men behind her. From the sound of the shots, they weren’t farther than twenty yards back, well within her grenade range. She plucked one of the plump explosives from her belt, pulled the pin, released the lever, and arched her arm in a hook as she chucked it in the direction of the bad guys.
A few seconds later, screams briefly floated into the air before the explosion silenced them. Sarah rolled back out of the brush, keeping the scope glued to her right eye, and the crosshairs fell onto the column of smoke from the blast. Three bodies lay lifeless, but Sarah put a bullet in each, just for good measure.
“On your left!” Bryce said.
Sarah rolled from her stomach to her side, swinging the rifle in the same motion to bring the barrel face to face with two more hostiles bursting through the brush. The rifle’s muzzle flashed four blasts of white light, and the bodies dropped to the floor.
The fields around her erupted into similar gunfire. The blasts echoed off the hills, bouncing the sound around in a twisting, tornado-like fashion. “What’s the count?” Sarah asked, making her run to the entrance point.
“Sarah, you don’t have to do this no—”
“What’s
the count, Bryce?” Her words were louder, harsher as she kept one eye in the scope, pivoting to her left and right, ears open, listening for anyone or anything close enough among the echoes of gunfire.
“Two agents killed. Three wounded. The rest are still on their routes.”
“You tell everyone to make their adjustments now, and radio them over our frequencies, making sure it’s clear.” Sarah’s words came out in the same sprinting fashion as her run. “These bastards knew we were coming. They wanted us to come. Get the rest of the support agents to gather everything else we missed, run scans, whatever you have to do. I want to know what they know, now.”
“On it.”
The compound’s wall was less than one hundred yards away, and the trees and brush cleared out for that last hundred yards into an open field, leaving no cover. But a moving target was harder to hit than a still one. Sarah broke through the tree line, knocking down both guards on the tower before she was ten yards into the field. She swung her rifle over her shoulder and squeezed her gloves, activating the adhesive, and used the momentum of her speed to get a running start up the wall until her momentum stopped, and she slammed her palms into the wall, pulling herself upward.
Bullets pierced the concrete next to her right arm as she neared the crest of the wall. The cluster of guards heading toward her out of her peripheral vision were getting closer. With her left hand on the edge of the wall, she deactivated the adhesive on her right glove, drew her pistol, lifted herself onto the ledge, and knocked the guards off the wall like milk cans at a carnival shooting gallery.
Keeping her right pistol drawn, she lowered the adhesive levels on her left glove and placed her palm on the inside portion of the wall, where she slid down until her feet touched the ground. “I’m in.”
“All agents in position,” Bryce said. “There are three different levels in the compound. From what I’ve been able to see, it looks like your family would most likely be on level one. It’s below ground, with plenty of different rooms to be locked up in.”
“Who doesn’t love a good game of hide and seek?” Sarah asked, checking the entrance door for any traps. “Can I get a scan on my entrance?”
“You’re clean.”
Three .45 bullets later, Sarah was on the inside, the base’s alarm blaring in time with the red flashing lights signaling her breach into its lair. The hallway blinked black, then red, then black, then red in a continuous pattern. Both pistols were drawn, and every other second, her eyes were cast into darkness. She kept the mental outline of her surroundings in check.
“Stairs to your left,” Bryce said. “And you better hurry. You’ve got a lot of hurt heading your way.”
The stairwell was just as noisy and just as dark as she descended the steps, keeping one pistol aimed below her and one aimed above. Everything felt fluid to her in that moment. Her body did exactly what it needed to without her having to offer any direction.
“Stop!”
Sarah froze at the door, her hand gripped around the handle, her shoulder lightly brushed up against it.
“Six guards, down the hall on your left when you come out the door. They just showed up, and they’ve got backup heading in that direction as well.”
“Then that’s where my family is.” Sarah pushed the door open, and the flashes of red immediately revealed the six guards, all armed with fully automatic rifles, covered from head to toe in riot gear and Kevlar and waiting for her. “They came prepared.”
The shells from the rifles clinked against the floor from the rain of copper that descended upon the hallway. Sarah ducked and rolled, avoiding as much of the gunfire as possible, using the Kevlar she wore to help protect the parts of her that were exposed.
In between the flashes of light and darkness, she sped through the hall, bringing the guards into the crosshairs during both phases with a speed that made her look as though she were teleporting through the hallway. She counted three bullets as they collided into the Kevlar around her chest and stomach, the hard knock like a freight train with the pinpoint accuracy of a laser.
Four guards down, and Sarah ejected the magazine in her left pistol, reloading while her right pistol continued its assault and her feet maneuvered her into whatever open space she could get. Only ten more yards now. The left pistol reloaded, she caught the second-to-last guard in the chin, knocking him backward. The last guard watched his friend go down, taking his eye off her for only a second, but it was all the time she needed.
The next time the lights flashed red, the rifle in the guard’s hand was already ripped from his grip, and she had crushed his windpipe with the side of her hand. She found the keys on his belt as he gasped for breath and let him choke while she fiddled with the lock. In addition to the old-fashioned lock, there was a keypad. “I need a password encryption on this door, Bryce.”
“Eight six four seven five.”
Sarah typed the numbers in and turned the key, and the door popped open. When she saw the faces of Ella and Matt huddled behind Becca in the corner of the room, her heart flipped in her chest. “Thank god.” The words left her mouth like a whisper as she rushed over to them.
Becca gripped Sarah’s arm as if she was checking to make sure she was real. “Sarah? What? How did you get here?”
“Bryce, I need backup to my location now,” Sarah said.
“Jared’s on his way. ETA sixty seconds. Berry already has an exit route planned on route six.”
Both Ella and Matt wrapped their arms around her bent knees, resting their heads on top of her legs as the siren and lights continued their deafening alert. Becca reached for Sarah’s hands and held them together, her eyes watering with tears that fell in long crystal chains from her eyes.
“Becca, I know this is a lot to take in right now, but I need you to do everything I say, all right?” Becca couldn’t find the words, so she just nodded emphatically. Sarah turned her attention to the kids. “You guys okay?” They followed the same speechless cues from her mother. Sarah kissed the tops of both of their heads, and Jared entered, specks of blood on his face and chest.
“Jared,” Sarah said, “I need you to take them out of here now. Bryce already has a transport set up, and three more agents are waiting to meet you at exit point six.” She looked back down at the kids and smiled. “This is my friend Jared, guys, and he’s gonna take care of you, so I need you to listen to him. And stay close to your mom.” Again the children nodded, and Matt poked one of the bullets lodged into her Kevlar. Sarah cupped Becca’s cheeks in her hands. Becca’s face was still hysterical. “Becca, where’s Ben?”
“I-I-I don’t know. We saw him a few days ago, but I don’t know where they’ve been keeping him.” The thought of her husband caused her face to twist in despair. “You have to find him, Sarah. Bring him home.”
“I will.” Sarah helped her up and guarded their back as Jared took point, leading them through the hallways. Becca carried both children, and Sarah kept close to Becca. She’d jump in front of a bullet if she had to.
Once they made it to the exit point, a chopper was already waiting for them. The other agents had cleared out a secured area for the landing, and Sarah helped buckle Matt and Ella in. The whirl of the chopper’s blades flung their hair around in large, tangled strands. “I love you, guys. I’ll see you soon,” she shouted above the whine of the engine. She saw Becca mouth “thank you” as the chopper lifted into the air and disappeared. Once it was firmly in the distance, the flesh over Sarah’s knuckles turned white as her grip tightened around the steel-colored handles of her pistols. She marched back to the building, the rest of the agents following her. “My sister-in-law and the kids are clear. I’ll find my brother. Anyone you come across who’s not him, kill. But save Demps for me.”
The door to the hallway they’d just left flashed red and wailed its incessant whine. Sarah led the line of agents as they reentered the bowels of the beast, each of them yearning to carve out their own piece of revenge.
“I’m seeing
a lot of movement on the third level,” Bryce said. “They have a transportation hangar up there. I’m betting that’s where Demps and your brother could be.”
“Copy that,” Sarah said. She found her way back to the staircase, smashing through the door and up the steps in the fluid motion of rising water. The number of rifles, bullets, or bodies stacked in front of her didn’t matter; she wouldn’t stop. She was a constant in a realm where variables changed in the blink of an eye.
The third level was thick with scum, and Sarah was tested in how quickly she could reload the .45s in her hand. She could feel the heat from the pistols radiate through her palms as she sifted through round after round, piercing Kevlar, flesh, metal—anything and everything that came into her crosshairs.
Then, standing at least a head above everyone else on the floor, she saw the same tall henchman making his way across the platform, holding her brother by the arm. Her brother had his hands cuffed behind his back.
“Ben!” Her voice cut through the bullets and screams, causing both parties to look at her. Confusion spread across Ben’s face, while a smile spread across the tall man’s.
“Go!” Jared said, appearing from behind her. “We’ll clean this up.”
Sarah sprinted around the transport carriers, parallel to where the man was dragging Ben. While their bodies disappeared through the flashes of choppers and vehicles, their feet remained a constant that she kept her eyes locked on. When she watched them pivot away from her, she made her dash through the awkward rows of helicopters. Her shoulders banged into the sides as she fought the rising sense of desperation within her. She wouldn’t be any good to her brother if she lost her wits. When Sarah made it to the other side, she could see the long hallway they entered, where no lights flickered on or off.
“Heat signature shows a couple of people on the other end,” Bryce said. “It opens up to a platform. Rick and your brother are out there.”
