All the lights were still turned off, and there weren’t any signs of forced entry that she could see. Whoever was inside knew what they were doing. She drummed her fingers against the grip of her pistol. One deep breath later, she sprinted across the backyard and stopped just short of the back window. She peeked inside the bottom right-hand corner. She couldn’t see anyone. She ducked under the windowsill and placed her hand on the door. It was open.
The farther the door opened, the better view she was able to get inside, and as it did, she saw movement at the kitchen table. Something had nudged the chair, triggering a light squeak. The moment the door had enough space for her to enter, she dashed inside, and hiding behind the kitchen table with his hands in the air was Johnny. Sarah holstered her pistols. “Christ, Johnny, I almost shot you. Hey, Mack! It’s Johnny.”
“Sorry, Sarah,” Johnny said, pushing the chair out of his way. “I thought the car would give it away.”
Mack appeared from the front and Bryce a few seconds after, and the two had a quick reunion.
“Why the hell would the car give it away?” Sarah asked.
“Well, I just thought, who would be stupid enough to park their car in front of the house?” Johnny said. “Especially this house.”
Sarah placed her hand on his shoulder and looked him dead in the eye. “Well, thank you for showing just how dumb you can be. Isn’t that the GSF motto, Mack? ‘I want YOU to be as dumb as you can be.’” She pointed her finger in her best Uncle Sam impersonation to accentuate the point.
“What are you doing here?” Mack asked.
“Vince never checked in,” Johnny answered.
“The satellite link is down,” Bryce said. “All agents in the field would have received the blackout message. He’d know to keep low until we came back online.”
Johnny shook his head. “Except I never heard from him during his mandatory check-in that happened thirty minutes before we were bum rushed.”
“Why didn’t you say anything before?” Bryce asked.
“With everything that was happening, I just thought he was behind, you know? I mean, Christ, it wasn’t like everything was running on schedule.”
Sarah pulled Mack aside, away from Bryce and Johnny. “You think it’s him?” Sarah asked.
“It crossed my mind when you told me about the Russians. It makes sense. He knows the area, the people, the customs,” Mack answered. “He’d be the perfect fit.”
“I don’t know. It still doesn’t feel right,” Sarah said, shaking her head. “What are we gonna do about him?” Sarah asked, gesturing to Johnny.
“Well,” Mack said, resting his hands on his hips. “We’ll need to vet him. See what he knows.”
Bryce stood in front of a cowering Johnny. “Whoa, you guys really think there’s a mole? And you think it’s Vince or Johnny?”
“Yes,” Sarah and Mack answered at the same time.
“That’s crazy! I’ve sat next to this guy for the past four years. Trust me”—Bryce leaned out of Johnny’s earshot—“he’s not that smart.”
“I heard that,” Johnny said.
“Still,” Sarah said, walking over to Johnny and putting her arm around his shoulder. “There’s no harm in performing some due diligence, right?”
Sarah flashed a smile, and Johnny whimpered. “Right.”
It took Sarah less than ten minutes to learn everything she needed to know about Johnny’s secrets. The Playboys he kept under his mattress in middle school, the fact that he shot out his high school principal’s car window with a BB gun when he was drunk on three wine coolers, and that one time he signed up for an online dating site and ended up making out with a woman who used to be a dude. After that little nugget of information came up, she knew she’d heard enough.
Johnny came out of the garage whimpering and collapsed onto the couch, where he curled up into a ball. When Mack looked at her, she shook her head. After Johnny had had a few moments to collect himself, Sarah pulled up a chair right by his head.
“All right, Johnny, let’s hear it,” Sarah said. “How’d you find us?”
“Every safe house has its own internal power cell, which means it can operate off grid,” Johnny answered. “Last year I was in charge of doing a power cell inspection with the review team where we checked each house. Everyone’s code names were listed on the sheet, and since I’ve worked your recon before, Sarah, I recognized yours. With Vince gone, I knew I had to find someone.”
“Why me? You knew the locations for all the other safe houses. There had to have been one closer than ours.”
“In addition to your code name, there was also Bryce’s, and another one that I didn’t recognize. I also thought it was weird how this house had three, and the others only had two. I was hoping Mack would be here. And I was right.”
Sarah looked over at Mack, who was looking somewhere else. “You put us together on purpose? Aww, Mack, I didn’t know you cared so much.” Sarah opened her eyes as large as they would go and stuck out her lower lip, clasping her hands together in an effort to make the most pitiful face that she could muster.
“Shut it, Agent Hill,” Mack answered, and Sarah dropped the pouty face. “Why was it important that you find me?” Mack asked, towering over Johnny on the couch.
“I figured that wherever you were was the best chance I had of trying to make sure Vince was okay,” Johnny answered. He sat up from his fetal position and looked up at Mack. “You don’t really think he had anything to do with this, do you?”
“We can’t rule anyone out, Johnny. Not even me,” Mack answered.
“I got it!” Bryce said. He sat at the kitchen table, barely able to contain himself to his seat, his eyes and hands glued to his laptop. “The satellite link is up.”
Mack, Sarah, and Johnny rushed over to him, all crowding around to get a look at Bryce’s finished work. Mack patted Bryce on the back in a good-natured “attaboy.”
“Find Global Power,” Sarah said, “They’ve got to be up and running somewhere now that they think we’re out of the fight.”
A few quick keystrokes, and Bryce’s laptop made a loud beeping noise, followed by pop-up screens with error messages. “What is that?” Sarah asked, pointing at the screen. “Why is it doing that?” Sarah pushed Bryce out of the chair and yelled at the computer. “Where are they, you stupid machine?”
Bryce wiggled his way back onto the seat, and Sarah acquiesced, her eyes still glued to the computer. “Easy, Sarah,” Johnny said. “Why don’t we remember to use our inside voice? Okay?”
“Johnny kissed a man once,” Sarah blurted out.
Bryce stopped typing and slowly turned his head. Mack raised his left eyebrow. Johnny turned a purplish shade of red, and his arms jolted in random spasms until his voice finally found the words he was looking for. “I didn’t know she used to be a man!”
“They changed their algorithm,” Bryce said, returning the attention to the situation at hand. “The one I used to track them down before, it’s gone.”
“How long until you find them?” Sarah asked.
“A day. A week,” Bryce answered, then turned to Mack. “We need to get every support agent on this immediately.”
“We can’t,” Mack answered. “We don’t want to give any of this information to the mole. We have to remain in the dark.”
“What about Vince?” Johnny asked. “Can you track him down?”
Multiple screens were up and running on the small laptop, and Bryce maneuvered some of them around with the click of a mouse. The tracker program that was installed in the satellite managed to pick up the tracker in Vince that all field agents were required to have.
Sarah gave Mack a look then simply made her way to the armory. “Bryce, I’m gonna need a transport to Moscow. I don’t care if it drives, swims, or flies, so long as it’s fast.” Johnny exclaimed that it wasn’t what it looked like, that there was no way Vince was the mole. But the evidence didn’t look good. With GSF’s global scope, they had a varie
ty of details on all major nations’ security features, and with Russia’s recent ambition against the United States, Vince would have possessed knowledge that would have been favorable for a Russian attack.
After loading her duffel bag with gear, she made her way back out into the living room, where Johnny was still offering his defiant defense against Vince’s collaboration with anything that had happened over the past week. “Why would he keep his tracker in? Hmm? If he was a mole, wouldn’t he take it out?”
“They wouldn’t want him to,” Sarah answered. “They’d want him to stay as close to us as possible. That’s what makes a mole so dangerous. His trust with the people around him. And he’d need to keep that to remain valuable to the organization he traded us for.”
Johnny shook his head. “No, Sarah, you’re wrong. I’m telling you, he wouldn’t do this. He wouldn’t do any of this. I’ve worked with him for three years. He’s a solid agent. Just as good as you, Sarah, on any given day.”
“Okay, first of all, no one is as good as me, even on my worst day. Second of all,”—Sarah took a few steps closer to him and rested her hand on his shoulder, and her voice softened—“I know you trust him. We all did, and I’m not going to do anything to him until I’m sure. But until we know for one hundred percent that it’s not him, we can’t rule it out. So if you want to help him, then help Bryce find out everything he can about what he’s been doing.”
Sarah walked over to Bryce, who had managed to pull up and navigate through even more screens than he had before. “How the hell do you see all this crap?”
“The Force is strong with me,” Bryce answered, his face glued to the screen in front of him. “All right, we have a supply shipment headed into Berlin, and from there you’ll have to find a ride into Moscow, but it’s a start.”
Sarah had Johnny give her the keys to the car parked out front, and before she made it out the door, Mack stopped her and handed her an envelope. “Do not open it unless I tell you to,” he said.
“You are aware of my impulsive behavior, right?”
“I gave one to Bryce as well. It’s a handwritten copy, so anyone will be able to verify that it’s mine.”
“Is this what you were writing on the plane?”
Mack leaned in close and lowered his voice. His tone was neither threatening nor intimidating, and for the first time in six years, Sarah heard him say something that he’d never uttered before. “Please, Sarah.”
“All right, Mack.” Sarah tucked the envelope into her bag and tossed it into the passenger side of the car. She climbed in, started the engine, and headed down the road. Her eyes darted from the debris-littered street to the bag once in a while, fighting every urge to tear into the envelope inside.
10
Sarah stepped off the cargo jet and made her way around the crates of medicine that were being exchanged for food and water in Berlin and would be exported to whatever country the UN decided needed them the most.
Of all the global systems that had been hit the hardest, communications and transportation fared the worst. A journey that would normally have put her in the country in one day took two. Everywhere she went, things were a mess—people running around, scrambling to do whatever they could to eke out the rest of their lives a little longer.
Years of traveling and seeing the nasty underbelly that was the human race had jaded her—she’d accepted that—but in all her years, she’d never seen anything like this. People were killing each other—not for gold, or diamonds, or oil, but for food and water. Two of the most basic necessities so many, including herself, had taken for granted.
But despite all the bad, she’d still seen some good. The workers running past her, unloading and loading shipments for people in trouble, hadn’t given up, and neither would she. Sarah shifted the duffel bag’s strap on her shoulder and made her way over to the car waiting for her.
The hills and sheer amount of green that she drove past were incredible. Bryce had hacked into the GPS tracker of the car and guided her where she needed to be. “You know, Bryce, I have to say, it’s good to have you back.”
“All right, let’s hear it.”
“Hear what?”
“I know you have something smart you want to say, so go ahead, just get it out of your system.”
“I wasn’t gonna say anything else.”
“No? Nothing about the shrill, girl-like shrieks of my voice? Nothing about my dress attire or some personal piece of information in my life that you managed to slap in my face?”
“Nope.”
“Oh.” Bryce paused, the airwaves between them silent. “Well, thank you.”
“But now that you mention it, I would say that your voice could drop a few octaves.”
“There it is.”
“At least we know you could never have a phone sex job. I mean, not unless you were the woman. In that case, you might actually do well for yourself.”
“This is going to be a long drive to Moscow.”
Vince’s tracking signal brought Sarah to a compound just outside Moscow’s city limits. A barbed-wire fence lined the perimeter, and Sarah pulled off the road three miles from the compound’s entrance. She parked the Land Rover in a cluster of bushes and covered it with as many branches as she could. From the road, you couldn’t even tell it was there. She sifted through the duffel bag and started loading up. She pulled on her Kevlar, placed the magazines for her .45s on her belt along with the standard grenades, C-4 explosives, flash grenades, knife, and a pair of glasses she’d been waiting to try out.
Bryce had kept complaining that the glasses were still in a testing phase, but the truth was, GSF just hadn’t approved them for field use yet. Even spy agencies get tangled up in the bureaucracy of paperwork, but with the current climate and situation, she had managed to sneak the glasses without anyone knowing.
“What are those?” Bryce asked.
“What are what?” Sarah answered, placing the glasses on top of her head.
“Dammit, Sarah! You know those aren’t ready.”
“Oh, come on, what’s the worst that can happen?”
“Do you have any idea how many times you’ve said that, and every time, the worst thing imaginable has happened?”
“Give me three examples.”
“One: St. Augustine mission to recover intel from the drug cartel using the port as a hub for the eastern seaboard drug trade. I told you not to set more than three charges on that boat in fear of us not leaving enough evidence—”
“Wow. Okay, I get it. But they’re just glasses, Bryce. I’m not going to blow anything up with them. Unless that’s something that they do. I should really start reading the manuals on things before I take them.”
“Just be careful with them, will you? They’re the only prototype I have.”
Sarah placed her hand over her heart. “Scout’s honor.” She kept a steady pace until she made it to the fence. She cut through the wire mesh with a pair of pliers while the glasses alerted her to any nearby sensors, which were then quickly disabled before any alarms were triggered. “Man, Bryce, these things are amazing.” The displays also targeted any nearby sentries and identified their weapon classifications along with any other guns hidden on their person. “You know, machines are going to make us obsolete one day. I mean, they’ll have a robot that’s the size of a fly buzz in and kill or collect whatever intel people need.”
“You mean like our wasp project?”
“We have something like that? Time to update the old resume. Do you think I’d be a good greeter at Walmart?”
“The satellite feed’s giving me a total of twelve guards just on the perimeter. All armed, all of them… actually doing their job.”
“That’s a first. Entrance points?”
“You’ve got three options. I’ll upload them to the glasses’ display.”
“Better update your resume too.”
“Who do think is designing this stuff?”
“It’s like you’re trying to
put me out of a job.”
Three-dimensional models of the building appeared and rotated. Yellow lines radiated from her position, giving her alternative routes to take that took into account the paths of the sentries guarding the perimeter, the timing of each, and a percentage of risk that was involved with the route, along with the likelihood of success.
“Looks like the southwest corner is your best option,” Bryce said.
Sarah selected the route, and the yellow line expanded onto the ground beneath so she could follow it all the way to her destination. On her run, the corner of the screen alerted her to any guards who were either facing her direction or heading her way, giving her enough time to seek cover. Just before she made it to the corner, her glasses flashed red, signaling that one of the guards had spotted her, but the gunshots came almost as quickly as the alert.
Sarah fired two shots in the direction of the glasses’ warning, killing the main shooter and hitting his partner, who was still jogging behind him, in the shoulder. The glasses didn’t seem to pick up that one. “I think your tech needs a little software update, Bryce.”
“Yeah, I think there’s something wrong with the coding there. It’s weird—I’m getting some sort of interference. You know, I bet it has something to do with the security scripting. I bet if I bypassed the—”
“Don’t care!” Bullets whizzed past her and into the bulletproof door Sarah was trying to crack. She reached for the C-4 on her belt when the glasses lit up with the entrance code for the door. She entered the six-digit number, and the door popped open. “I could get used to this.”
The alarms inside blared, and Sarah dashed down the hallway, the route in her glasses recalculating and momentarily blinding her vision. “Bryce, what the hell is going on?” Coding sequences flashed in front of her eyes. “I feel like I’m gonna have a seizure.”
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