Exit 9 (A Project Eden Thriller) Page 6

  He knelt beside the dead guard, pretending first to take his pulse, then talk to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the lights for the elevator indicate it was moving down. When the car was approximately ten seconds from arriving, Murphy jumped up and ran over to the phone at the guard’s desk near the door. As he’d hoped, the curious guard’s gaze followed him, so the man did not see the elevator doors open.

  Murphy, on the other hand, was positioned perfectly, and saw with more than a little relief that it was the strike team, not Bluff security. Three canisters billowing smoke slid into the room. Within seconds, everything on Murphy’s side of the Plexiglas wall was hidden.

  Murphy held his position as the others made their way to him. In addition to the gas masks they were all wearing, each had a pair of thermal goggles that allowed them to see heat signatures through the smoke. As he knew she would be, Karie was in the lead.

  “Any problems?” she asked.

  “None. You?”

  “All secured. Door unlocked?”

  He nodded.

  Karie and four members of her team positioned themselves in the smoke a few feet from the door. A sixth man stood next to the handle.

  “Everyone ready?” Karie asked.

  The men standing with her raised their guns, each pointing at a different target they could see with their special gear. Karie lifted her own pistol.

  “On three. One. Two. Three.”

  As she spoke the last word, the man at the door pulled it open, and the five holding guns opened fire.

  “Hold,” Karie said three seconds later, but it was unnecessary. None of them had had to take more than two shots. The guards, unable to see the shooters because of the smoke, had no idea they were being targeted.

  With Karie still leading, Murphy and the strike team entered the detention area, the last through shutting the door to keep the excess smoke from billowing in.

  Karie pulled her goggles off and looked at Murphy. “Which one?”

  “Over here. Number eleven.” He led her to the door of cell eleven. “It’s open.”

  “Wait here,” she told everyone, and pulled the door open.

  __________

  OLIVIA SAT ON the edge of her bed, watching the cell door. For the longest time it remained closed, but she was patient. She knew these kinds of things took time.

  The question running through her mind was who, exactly, was coming. She knew for sure someone was. She’d been left a message telling her that much.

  When she heard the guard standing outside her cell slam against the wall and slide to the floor, she allowed herself a smile, but when the door opened a moment later, her face was once more neutral.

  The light from the outer area was brighter than it was in the cell, so at first all she could see was the silhouette of a woman. It wasn’t until the door closed again that her visitor’s face emerged from the darkness.

  “Hello, Karie,” Olivia said.

  “Olivia.” Karie took a few tentative steps into the room, then stopped. “Have…have they treated you well?”

  “Three meals, a bed, TV when they’re feeling nice. Well enough, I guess.”

  The women silently studied each other.

  “So,” Olivia said. “Who sent you? The directorate? Dr. Karp?”

  “Dr. Karp is dead.”

  Olivia cocked her head. “When?”

  “Last spring.”

  “NB7?”

  Karie’s brow furrowed slightly. “Yes. How did you know?”

  Olivia shook her head like it wasn’t important. So the help she gave Ash had worked. It would have been nice if someone had told her. “The directorate sent you, then.”

  “I’m…no longer with the Project.” Karie gestured at the door behind her. “None of us are.”

  It wasn’t often that Olivia could be surprised, but she was now. “So, you’re here to….”

  “Once you were gone, the Project lost its most important voice. We all mourned your death. Some of us more than others. Then, a few months ago, word got around that you were still alive. We thought the directorate would immediately attempt a rescue, but they did nothing. There were several of us who found that unacceptable, and decided to do something on our own.” She held out her hand. “So we’ve come to get you out. After that, whatever you want to do, we’ll follow.”

  “You sure about that?”

  “One hundred percent.” There was no hesitation.

  Olivia took Karie’s hand and pulled herself up. “Then I guess it’s time to go.”

  9

  PAX WAS WAITING next to an old station wagon at the Ranch’s private airfield when the jet carrying Ash and his kids rolled to a stop and the door opened. Ash zipped up his jacket and scooted his kids toward the exit.

  “Hey, Uncle Pax,” Brandon said as he bounded down the stairs. He was starting to grow out of the hugging phase, but allowed Pax to give him a hearty handshake.

  “How ya doin’, Brandon? Great to see you.”

  Josie was next.

  “My God, girl. Your dad’s going to have to lock you up soon to keep the boys away,” Pax said as he gave her a hug.

  She scoffed and shook her head, but her dad, who was following right behind her, knew she loved every word of it.

  Pax held his hand out to Ash. “Good to see you, Captain.”

  “You, too.”

  Ash had tried for a while to get Pax out of the habit of calling him Captain, but it had been less than successful. Now Ash barely noticed.

  Once Tom and Pat secured the luggage to the station wagon’s roof rack, all six of them jammed inside.

  As they rode to the Lodge, Ash asked, “How long do you think we’re going to be here?”

  Pax shook his head. “Oh, I don’t know. That would be—”

  “—a Matt question?” Ash finished for him. It was one of Pax’s stock answers.

  “If you knew that, why did you ask me?”

  Ash shrugged. “I’m hoping one of these days you’ll actually tell me something.”

  The older man looked over, his brow furrowed, and they both chuckled.

  After a few seconds of quiet, Ash said, “Seriously, the kids have school, you know? I don’t want them missing too much.”

  “Don’t worry. Rachel’s lined up someone who will make sure they don’t fall behind.”

  “That doesn’t sound like you’re planning on this being a short stay.”

  “Didn’t say that. A little help never hurts, no matter how much time’s involved.”

  Pax was a master at playing the runaround game when he wanted to, so Ash decided it was best to wait until he saw Matt.

  “I thought there’d be more snow,” Brandon said.

  Ash glanced outside. Here and there were patches of the dirty white stuff, but most of the ground was bare.

  “It’s a little late this year,” Pax told him. “But don’t worry, we’re supposed to get some in the next day or two.”

  Brandon leaned forward. “Really? If we’re still here, can we have a snowball fight?”

  Pax scrunched up his face. “This time of year, snow’s usually not wet enough to make a snowball.”

  “What do you mean, wet enough? It’s frozen water.”

  “You’ll see.”

  Soon the main part of the Ranch came into view. Closest and just to the left was the dormitory. It was two stories tall, with stone surrounding the bottom and pine above that. When Ash had stayed there the first time he was brought to the Ranch, he’d felt like he was the only one in the whole building. This time he could see half a dozen people outside near the main door, and more through windows of some of the rooms.

  Beyond was the Lodge. It made the dorm look like an outhouse—five stories aboveground, and four below that Ash knew of. With a bit of snow still clinging to the shaded spots in the valleys of the massive roof, the Lodge looked even more like it should be sitting at the base of a ski run instead of here in the middle of…

  Well, Ash
still didn’t know where the ranch actually was. Colorado or Wyoming was his best guess. The nearby mountains in the west looked very much like the Rockies, but every time he’d flown in or out of the Ranch, the automatic shades had been closed on the jet’s windows during most of the flight.

  As they pulled up to the Lodge, Rachel and the chef, Bobbie, came out to greet them.

  “Look at you kids,” Rachel said. “It’s only been a few months and you’re both at least an inch taller.”

  “You think so?” Brandon asked, hopeful.

  “I’m sure of it.” Rachel gave him a hug, then held her arms open for Josie, who, after a moment’s hesitation, allowed Matt’s sister to wrap her arms around her. “And how are you doing, Josie?”

  “I’m fine.” The response was automatic.

  Rachel put a hand on each of the kids’ shoulders. “Why don’t you two go with Bobbie? She’ll get some dinner for you.”

  “Pizza?” Brandon asked.

  “If you want,” Bobbie said.

  Josie glanced warily at her father. “What about Dad?”

  “We’re going to go have a little talk, and he can join you later,” Rachel told her. “Josie, if you want, you can go check out the library after you finish eating. We’ve got some new books I think you’ll like.”

  Ash could tell his daughter saw through Rachel’s attempt to distract her. Josie was smart, something Ash knew she must have inherited from her mother, because he’d never been that smart at her age. She had also grown up so much since that night at Barker Flats when their lives had changed that there were times when she was more adult than teenager. It killed Ash whenever he saw that. He wanted her to be a kid as long as she could and enjoy growing up, but in the back of his mind he knew that possibility had died with her mother, with Ellen.

  For a moment, he was sure Josie would call Rachel out on the ploy, but she nodded and said, “Okay.”

  The whole group entered the Lodge, and Bobbie headed to the kitchen with the kids.

  Once they were gone, Rachel said, “We’re down in the Bunker.”

  __________

  THE ROOM ACROSS the hall from the communications center was set up with several rows of folding chairs all facing a large flat-screen TV hanging on the wall at one end. Standing just to the side of the monitor beside a small desk were Matt, Billy, and Michael Humphrey. Billy was the Ranch’s doctor and all-around medical expert. Michael’s duties were a little harder for Ash to pin down, as he seemed to be involved in several things. There was no one else present.

  “Great,” Matt said, as Ash and the others entered. He walked over and shook Ash’s hand. “Glad you’re here.”

  Ash exchanged quick greetings with Michael and Billy, then looked around at the thirty or so empty chairs in the room. “Is it just us, or are others coming?”

  “This meeting’s just us.” Matt gestured at the front row. “Please, everyone, have a seat.”

  Matt remained standing while the others filled the chairs in the front row.

  As soon as they were settled, he said, “Ash, everyone else here already knows this. I can tell you with certainty the day we’ve all been fearing will happen sometime in the next three weeks unless it can somehow be stopped.”

  The words weren’t a surprise, given what Browne had said about the depots. The time frame was, though. Ash looked at Matt, hoping it was some kind of joke, but there was no humor in the man’s eyes. Three weeks? Even after what Ash had seen, what he’d been through with his children, and living through the outbreak that killed his wife, he never really thought it would get to this, or even could get to this.

  “How do you know that?” he asked.

  “Did Tom tell you about the depots?”

  Ash nodded.

  “Without exception, at every depot we’re aware of, our people have witnessed the arrival of truckload after truckload of supplies. This began about three months ago, and finished at all the locations three and a half weeks ago. It would be foolish not to think the same has happened at their other warehouses.”

  “That still doesn’t mean they’re going to do something in three weeks.”

  “That’s true,” Matt said. “But I’m not finished. Over the past four months, most of our people who were able to infiltrate the Project have been rooted out and killed. Prior to this, we had already learned that while the leadership of Project Eden doesn’t share many details with its members, activity levels had been increasing, including the distribution of new instructions to various groups within the Project. We also know that in August, Project members were given an inoculation that they were told would ensure their being around to help restart humanity. Though we were unable to obtain a sample, we know it must have been a vaccine for KV-27a, something they undoubtedly developed from what they’d learned about the immunity you and your children have.”

  An image flashed through Ash’s mind—his kids strapped to hospital beds with needles in their arms, surrounded by monitors and members of Project Eden. It was all his imagination, of course. He hadn’t been there to see what was done to his children. He’d only arrived at the end, just before the late Dr. Karp was going to eliminate them.

  “Undoubtedly, it is similar to the vaccine we were able to come up with and have been trying to spread. The problem is, our production capabilities are horribly inadequate, even for the population of a medium-sized city. When we’re talking the world…” He shook his head.

  Ash was aware of the vaccine they’d been making based on a sample of his own blood. In fact, once he’d been reunited with his kids and found out about the resistance’s plan to develop it, he had offered more blood. What he hadn’t known was that Matt was trying to get the result of that out as far and wide as possible. No matter how small a dent that might make, at least it was good news.

  Matt pointed a remote control at the screen and clicked on a video file. For a moment the screen went black, then an image appeared that was all gray and white whipping around rapidly until it settled into what appeared to be a room shot from a high angle.

  “Because of the low light, he had to use night vision. What you’re looking at is a factory floor.”

  Ash could make that out now. The space was large, but unlike an assembly plant or machine shop, it appeared more like what he’d imagine a brewery would look. He could see at least a dozen large, covered tanks running down the center of the room, and there may have been more in the distance, out of range of the camera. Odder still were the people moving around the tanks. He was sure brewers didn’t wear biohazard suits when making a batch of ale.

  “What are they doing?” Ash asked.

  “Exactly what you think. This is one of who-knows-how-many mass production sites for KV-27a.”

  “Do you know where it is?”

  Matt shook his head. “No location was included.”

  “Have you tried to get in touch with your agent? We need to find this place.”

  Matt paused a moment. “Though the footage had been uploaded for over three weeks, it wasn’t discovered until eight days ago. He obviously had to upload it in a hurry and had mistakenly put it in a folder that doesn’t normally get checked.”

  “But you’re trying to get to him now, aren’t you?”

  “A week before we even knew about the file, his body was found washed up on a beach near Veracruz, Mexico.”

  Ash closed his eyes, shocked by the man’s death and frustrated by the lost opportunity.

  “There’s more,” Matt said.

  Ash reopened his eyes and focused on the screen.

  The new shot was of a loading area where large drums that must have held at least fifty gallons each were being moved into shipping containers. If Matt was right, each must have been filled with the virus.

  Matt stopped on an image of a loading dock where sealed shipping containers were being lowered onto big-rig trucks. He let it play for half a minute before turning it off.

  “So we don’t even know where they went from th
ere?” Ash asked.

  “Does it matter?” Billy said. “Out into the world. The only reason we know none of it has been released yet is because there have been no reports of outbreaks.”

  Ash thought about it for a moment, his face becoming more confused. “None of this explains where the three-week window comes in.”

  “You’re right,” Matt said. “It doesn’t, but this does.”

  He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Ash. On it was a series of letters coupled together. Lower on the paper was what he guessed was the decoded version:

  It’s a go. Sometime in the next seven weeks. Project Eden calls it Implementation Day.

  Best location BB n of sixty-six. Sci fac.

  “That was sent four weeks ago by the only person we have left on the inside.”

  “Implementation Day?”

  “That’s what they’re calling it.”

  “How confident are you that this time frame is right?”

  “Our man’s instructions were simple. The one and only time he was to contact us was if Project Eden moved into the active phase. Our confidence is one hundred percent.”

  Ash stared at the message for a second, then looked at the others. “We have to let someone know. It’s the only way to stop it.”

  “And who would that be?” Billy asked, as if the question was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard.

  “The government. The military. The media. There’s got to be someone who’d do something.”

  Matt stepped in before Billy could respond. “You’re probably right. There are good people in important positions who would try to step in and stop it. But they’d never get far. Your own experience should be proof of that. All the governments and military and media who could do anything are riddled with Project members in high positions who would do anything to protect the plan. The moment anyone tries to move against the Project, they’ll be discredited or even killed.” He paused. “I’m not just saying this because we think that’s what will happen. We know it will because we have tried. Many times. And each time we did, people died and nothing changed. We’ve even cut together news reports ourselves and uploaded them to the Internet, but they get pulled down almost quicker than we can put them up.”