Air Bound
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The very scary thing was—he was right. Already her mind was going over her old project, building on it, as it had for the last several years. She had stopped working on it with others, but there had been no real way to stop. She wasn’t all that different from Solovyov—her brain demanded work and once set in a direction, she couldn’t stop the need to continue.
Theodotus went to the bar again. “Is there something I can get you, Airi?”
She winced. No one had called her Airi but her mother. She didn’t like Theodotus calling her by the name her mother did. Sometimes, on the farm, the others shortened her name to Airia, but never Airi. In some ways his calling her by her mother’s preferred nickname reinforced the idea that he was her father—Marina would have referred to her that way.
“Water, if you don’t mind. And if you can get it for me, a cup of hot tea with milk.” She tried to sound friendlier. She didn’t want to be locked up.
“Of course. Tea. Marinochka loved her tea. I should have remembered.” Now that Airiana appeared more cooperative, Theodotus was in a jovial mood. He called for hot tea and poured her water.
Handing her the glass, he raised his own. “To us. May we be the ones to solve this problem.” She saluted him and took a small sip of water, watching him carefully.
Maxim hadn’t moved a muscle, almost disappearing into the background. She realized it was a gift of his, fading his presence, using air to blur himself so that one could barely comprehend he was around. She was utterly aware of him at all times, even to the point that she knew every breath he drew. His gift didn’t work on her, but she knew Theodotus had nearly forgotten his presence.
“Your wonderful idea, the saving of our planet using weather patterns, was quite brilliant, Airiana. Your study was mainly of the ice floes, but to be able to see a problem developing and stop it before the damage was too extensive had merit. You pointed out how it could be used against hurricanes and tornadoes, both caused by weather. Have you continued to work through your theories?”
“It’s easy enough to see patterns developing,” Airiana said. She hadn’t spoken to anyone in years about her ideas and the temptation was nearly overwhelming. “I’ve thought about it, of course,” she conceded, knowing he wouldn’t believe her if she didn’t admit at least that much, “but of course I stopped working on it long ago.”
“I was able to take the rudiments of your earlier ideas and use them for a greater purpose. Can you imagine using the weather itself as a defense against an attack by other countries? You wouldn’t need weapons of mass destruction that would ruin the planet for hundreds—perhaps thousands of years.” Theodotus sank into his chair and leaned toward her eagerly.
Airiana closed her eyes briefly. She had known all along that both Russia and the United States had probably twisted what she considered changing the world for the better into some kind of weapon. She’d been a child with a giant’s mind, playing in a playroom and believing she could make the world a better place. No matter what kinds of ideas she came up with to help the planet and help countries with droughts and severe weather, of course those things had been twisted to make them destructive.
“Why the sudden interest in me,” she persisted. “If you completed your work, you don’t need me.”
“My work was stolen by my bitch of a wife when she tried to have me killed,” Theodotus admitted. “I’ve re-created some of it.”
Airiana’s heart began to beat faster. “That’s not the problem though, is it? With time you’d figure it out without me. Why am I here?”
“It didn’t work. It never worked. And it should have.”
She frowned. “Of course it worked. The patterns are so easy to spot. Anyone could see them and create new ones, it isn’t at all difficult . . .” she trailed off when Theodotus’s face grew dark and looked like thunder.
You’re an air element, Maxim reminded. Weather is part of air. You see the patterns easily because you’re bound to air.
It’s all about numbers.
No, it’s all about being bound to air, Maxim corrected. He can study weather patterns and make an educated guess, just like everyone else, but he can’t see them. There’s a big difference.
“We need you to figure out why this defense system isn’t working,” Theodotus said. “We’ve used computers to compile the data on the weather and we still can’t make it work. There’s been a threat to our country and we have to know we can defend ourselves from such an attack.”
Airiana sat up straighter. “What do you mean, a threat? What kind of threat?”
“We received an impossible demand and with it a computer simulation of weather being used to destroy our cities. Hurricanes and tornadoes. Droughts.”
“In other words, your defense system against other countries.” It took great effort not to glance at Maxim. There was a bad taste in her mouth she couldn’t get rid of. She was beginning to be very afraid. Damon Wilder had called to talk to her right before she’d been kidnapped. Had the United States received a similar threat?
A knock at the door sent her heart pounding. Theodotus called out an order, and a man entered with a tray, carrying a small teapot and cup. As the door opened, from her line of vision, she caught a glimpse of three men, heavily armed. They looked nervous, and one glanced inside—not at her—and not at Theodotus. He seemed to be looking for someone else.
Click. Click. The pieces began to fall into place. She’d been wrong all along, thinking Theodotus had viewed Maxim as brainless muscle and was willing to talk in front of him. He was talking openly because Maxim wasn’t going to leave the room alive. That bad taste in her mouth got worse. Theodotus had offered Maxim a drink, even insisted he drink. When he’d steadfastly refused, he’d taken the bottle of Scotch and placed it under the bar, taking a new bottle to pour himself a drink.
You’re part of the deal, Maxim. All this, the yacht, the luxury, the submarine, it was all provided for him so he could use you to get to me and then kill you. There are three heavily armed men outside, maybe more, and they aren’t there for me. Theodotus betrayed you and your brother.
The man, dressed all in white, set the tray carefully on the table beside her chair and poured the tea in the cup for her, adding milk. She couldn’t help but notice that he looked around the room for Maxim. He had to look twice before he saw him standing just behind the chair she was sitting in.
I knew the moment I saw this yacht that there had to be someone else’s hand in all of this, honey, he answered, his voice as steady as ever. Sorbacov was very powerful when I was a child attending his schools, but his sins have caught up with him. His son wants his crimes swept under the carpet, so to speak. We’re part of that shameful past. I knew they had already put hits out on some of my brothers. We’re their biggest threat. It was only a matter of time. The moment Theodotus offered me a drink of Scotch and so cleverly switched bottles, I knew he was a part of it.
Your brother saved Theodotus’s life at a great cost to himself. You came to help him when your brother passed on the threat to me, and yet he still betrayed you. I want to push him overboard.
She did. She really wanted to shove Theodotus into the cold seawater and just leave him there. He had strung her mother along for years, and dumped her when Marina was no longer passing him information he could use in his work. Now, after Maxim had helped him, he was willing to sacrifice him as well.
Theodotus waited until the waiter left the room and Airiana had taken her first few sips of hot tea before he began again. “This threat is very real, Airi. We know it can be done, because you did it.”
“Did you actually get the defense system working even once?” Airiana asked. “Because if you did, perhaps these people have your work.”
“In computer-generated models only. In theory it would function, but no matter how often I tried to test it in the field, I couldn’t get it to work. It was very frustrating.”
He nodded. “But there were always more variables we couldn’t factor in until it was too late. The chaos theory at work.”
“You think this person—this terrorist—has the ability to do what you couldn’t? You’re arguably one of the greatest minds alive today. Who has that ability?”
Theodotus looked pleased. Her compliment had been deliberately offhand as if she was simply stating a fact—which she was. There was no overlooking the fact that he had an amazing brain. Who could have completed his work? And how had they gotten the platform to begin with?
I believe there’s a collective universal pool of ideas and that often it seems creative minds draw the same idea at the same time from that pool. In order to complete the weather weapon, and Theodotus failed because he couldn’t do it with computer-generated patterns, whoever sent the threat would have to be an air element. How many can there be in the world? She forced herself not to look at Maxim.
If the threat is real.
What do you mean? That he’s making it all up to get me to go with him? Damon Wilder made an appointment to see me and he’s never even acknowledged me before. My guess is the United States received the same threat.
That still doesn’t mean it’s real. Solovyov believed he had the weapon wrapped up, but he couldn’t make it work. My guess is it was the same for Wilder. What makes you think this terrorist can make it work?
We have to go on the premise that he can.
If he could, why would he need you?
“I have tried myself to think who would have the brilliance for such a thing, only a handful to be sure,” Theodotus said, without a shred of modesty.
I was told the microchip containing Theodotus’s work was destroyed.
But they had the rudiments already, didn’t they? Wanda tortured your mother and extracted the information of your early beginnings from her. They had that much to go on.
Airiana tried not to wince when he reminded her of Wanda, a trusted neighbor, torturing her mother for information. Who?
I think Stavros Gratsos began the research and tried to get the more advanced work from Theodotus’s wife. When that failed and he died when his yacht went down, his brother, Evan, inherited everything. If it’s at all possible, he’s far worse than Stavros. Imagine his shock when he discovered the ideas for such a weapon. He tried for the microchip, and when that failed, he went after you. That’s why Wanda was in his employ, he found her through her connection to Stavros. She’s the kind of person men like Evan and Stavros want to keep around them.
“Theodotus, is it possible the reason you were tipped off that I was in jeopardy is because whoever the terrorist is really can’t use the weapon at all? That he believed he could kidnap me and force me to get it working?”
She kept her eyes on his face, watching him, waiting to see if he would lie to her. Of course he believed no one else had gotten the weather weapon to actually work. It wouldn’t occur to him that another person could be smarter than him and figure out whatever element was missing—unless it was his own flesh and blood. He would glory in the fact that he’d created Airiana and ultimately had a hand in everything she accomplished.
“You may be right, Airi. That would make sense, wouldn’t it? Or it is possible you are the threat to him, the only threat, and he wants you dead.”
If he’d wanted you dead, that would have been his order, Maxim pointed out.
Clearly.
Airiana sipped at her tea, settling back in her chair, trying to look more relaxed. “I don’t think he could figure it out, Theodotus, not if you couldn’t.” She yawned deliberately. “This tea is wonderful. I feel as if I can think again. I was so exhausted and freezing cold.” She wanted to imply that earlier, when she’d argued with him, she hadn’t been at her best. She wanted him relaxed, his guard down just enough that they could get the upper hand.
“Good. Good.”
We’re going to have to make our move soon, Maxim. He’s going to call those men in as soon as he has me leave this room.
I’m figuring our best course of action.
I can bring in a hurricane at sea, she offered with a small inner smile.
I don’t want to go down with the ship. We’ll do it the old-fashioned way.
Kill everyone? She was beginning to feel a little bloodthirsty herself. How did people like Theodotus get away with everything? He felt superior and entitled. To make matters worse, he was treated as if he was both superior and entitled. Once in a great while, humanity crept in, but it was gone just as fast, because he considered his needs to be so much more important than anyone else’s.
You’re a woman after my own heart.
She ducked her head and took another drink of tea. She had no idea love could come so fast. She didn’t know if it was the circumstances or the connection from her palm to his, but he owned her heart. She rarely felt even a tingle of arousal for men she met, yet just looking at Maxim could make erotic images play through her mind.
She accepted him the way he was. He wasn’t the man to settle down in peace on a farm with her and four children who were scarred for life. He would need to roam, and she needed roots. Still, he was as bound to her as the air surrounding them was.
She felt a little smug about that. Theodotus had no idea, and perhaps Maxim didn’t know to what extent they were attached, but she did. She had complete faith that he would always be on her side.
“Perhaps you did save my life,” she conceded, lulling Theodotus further.
“A trusted friend tipped me off that you were targeted for kidnapping and he sent Maxim to me.”
Airiana put her teacup down carefully. That had been her first real mistake. She’d drawn attention to Maxim, and they weren’t ready to make their move. She couldn’t allow Theodotus to call the armed men into the den. Maxim wouldn’t endanger her, not in such close quarters.
On the other hand, Theodotus should never have mentioned his “trusted friend”—obviously Gavriil—the friend who had saved his life, the one he was betraying by conspiring to kill Maxim. She wasn’t looking at Maxim, but she felt that rush of anger he kept hidden deep where no one else could ever see. It was more than anger, a rage against men like Solovyov who so easily could dispose of others when they were in his way.
Airiana stood up and stretched, keeping Theodotus looking at her. “Do you have any ideas at all who our enemy could be? It would be helpful if we knew him.” She wandered around the room, casually picking up items and putting them back down, making her way toward the bar where Theodotus had broken his glass.
What are you doing?
There was a warning in Maxim’s tone she ignored. Someone had to save him. She knew he would never fight them with her near, and she wasn’t about to let Theodotus kill him. She was certain they would do so immediately. What would be the point of keeping him alive? He was far too dangerous.
Saving your ass. After all, you saved mine.
“There was a man, Dennet Laurent, he was French. He had an amazing mind, astounding in his abilities and thinking. He disappeared some years ago. Of course, we all thought him dead, but he definitely was one who could have completed the weapon, or taken it near to completion. He may have defected.”
“Or was kidnapped,” Airiana ventured.
She stepped close to the bar, her bare foot coming down right in the middle of the shards of glass. Blood spurted. She gave a little, startled cry. Theodotus whirled around and gave a shout for the men waiting behind the door.
11
MAXIM moved with blurring speed, clearing the couch to catch Airiana up, holding her body in front of his as a shield as he whipped out his pistol. He aimed it at Theodotus’s head.
“Wait! Wait!” the
Russian yelled as three men burst into the room.
Maxim gestured with his gun at the physicist. Theodotus reluctantly took the few steps to stand squarely in front of them.
“You don’t understand,” he said. “I had no choice. I had to cooperate.” He glared at the three men. “Put your weapons down. You can’t chance hitting my daughter or me. Russia needs us.”
He sounded so pompous, Maxim wanted to hit him with the barrel of his weapon, but the three members of the security team—and Maxim was certain they were agents loyal to Sorbacov—obeyed.
“Step away from the door and get around behind the chairs. Kneel and put your hands behind your heads. Lock your fingers together. Do it fast.”
Can you walk on your feet? Crazy woman, he added affectionately.
Yes. She hoped there would be time to take the glass out, but she wasn’t going to mention that to him.
Maxim set her down and pulled several zip ties from his pocket. “Start with dear old dad. Bind his hands behind his back and then the others. They’d better be tight,” he added for effect.
Airiana took the ties and pushed air beneath the soles of her feet to cushion them as she took the few steps necessary to get to Theodotus. She slid the ties over Theodotus’s wrists and pulled them tight before making her way gingerly to the three men.
Stay out of the line of fire, Maxim cautioned.
She had been concentrating on not cringing when her feet touched the carpet, driving the glass deeper. She walked on the outside edges of her feet and kept the air flowing beneath them so that the glass couldn’t push deeper into her flesh as she took the quickest route to the three men.
Damn it, Airiana, look what you did to yourself.