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  She peered through the opening. It definitely went all the way through. The problem was, since there was very little light in the other room, she could barely see anything.

  She slipped her fingers into the crack. If she could widen it just a little and let more of the light from her room filter through, she’d be able to see better. She worked at one of the boards that didn’t seem to be holding on to anything, but it held stubbornly in place. Determined, she pulled harder.

  “Come on,” she said, trying to rock it back and forth.

  With a sudden snap, it broke free and her hand flew backward, shifting her weight away from the wall. Without even thinking, she grabbed the opening with her other hand and pulled herself back, but she yanked too hard and the change in momentum caused her to slam into the wall. Gasping for air, she held on as tightly as she could with both hands so she wouldn’t fall. After several seconds, her breathing started to return to normal. She glanced down, and saw that the table had slipped sideways to the ground. She would have to drop onto the uneven terrain.

  Just as she was psyching herself up to do this, she heard a snap, and then something in the wall groaned. Her gaze shot upward toward the break in the wall, but before she could even see it again, there was a crack, then another and another.

  A groan, this one loud and sustained. She pressed her cheek against the wall, knowing there was little else she could do. She felt a part of the wall begin to tilt away from her as the groan increased. Then, with a final ripping of wood, it crashed into the other room while leaving her still dangling above the ground.

  Dust billowed up and engulfed her, but it was thin enough for her to see that the wall below her chest level was gone. At first she couldn’t believe it, but it was right there in front of her-a good chunk of the wall was missing, and she’d done it.

  She searched the ground, chose a spot where she could avoid twisting an ankle, and leaped toward it. As she stood once more, the only thought on her mind was to get the hell out of there. But then she caught a glimpse through the new hole into the other room.

  What’s that?

  She walked over to the missing wall. There was something large on the other side, taking up a good portion of the room. The air was still filled with enough dust that it was hard to make out exactly what it was.

  Her curiosity returning, she stepped through the break. The item was about ten feet in, and went left and right like a wall. In the low light it was hard to tell for sure, but it seemed to be blue in color, and appeared to be corrugated in wide strips. It didn’t go all the way to the ceiling, though. Earlier, when she’d been peering through the crack, she must have looked right over the top of it.

  She followed the wall to the left, because all the debris from the wall was to the right. The corrugated wall stopped about fifteen feet from the far end of the room. She turned the corner and saw that the new side was maybe only a fourth as wide as the long side had been. The moment she saw that a set of doors almost completely made up the short end, she knew what it was.

  A shipping container.

  In the middle of a walled-up, deserted building? That didn’t make any sense.

  The doors were locked by some kind of device that seemed to be mostly inside the container. There were also two red bands around each handle. If someone opened the doors, they would break. Weird, she initially thought, but then quickly revised that assessment. The bands were seals, weren’t they? A way to tell if the doors had been opened or not.

  She went all the way around, but found nothing else that could possibly explain what it was doing there.

  Maybe her brother could figure it out. He was good at puzzles like this.

  Carefully, she worked her way back out of the building. As she headed home, she didn’t even give Sergio a thought. Her mind was completely on the shipping container, and on the millions of possible reasons it was inside the deserted building.

  Their old fort really did have a treasure in it now.

  12

  There were two Suburbans waiting for the flight from the Ranch when it landed at the private airfield just west of the Sierra Nevada Mountains.

  The men quickly transferred their gear-both lethal and medical-into the vehicles, then headed for the Bluff. Driving as fast as they could on the dark, winding roads, they cut what should have been at least an hour-long trip down to forty minutes.

  In the event of an attack on the Bluff, protocol was to drive to a point half a mile away, then travel the rest of the way on foot via a subtly marked, seldom used path through the woods. Ideally, they would have had another team on the other side using a similar trail so they could come at the Bluff from both sides. But it would have taken at least another thirty minutes to send one of the Suburbans around that way, and Pax decided that was a delay they couldn’t afford.

  After everyone donned their comm gear, Pat Solomon took point and led them through the forest with Michael right behind him, pointing out the trail indicators. When they were within one hundred yards of the fence, they stopped and gathered in a tight circle.

  Pax pulled an iPad out of his bag, and opened one of the custom applications that had been developed at the Ranch. He had explained to Ash on the flight out that he should be able to tap into the Bluff’s security cameras once they were close enough.

  Now his finger moved quickly over the screen, touching different points. Suddenly he froze.

  “Holy shit,” he whispered.

  “What?” Michael asked, panic threatening to overtake him again.

  “Two down in the front room. Another in the kitchen.” Pax started tapping the screen again.

  “What about Janice? Can you check our room?”

  “There’s no camera in there. You know that.”

  “There’s one in the hall,” Michael said, moving around so he could see the screen, too. “If the door’s open, you should be able to see part of the way in.”

  Pax frowned, and tapped the screen. “This one?”

  “No. The next one down.”

  Another tap.

  “Yes. That’s it,” Michael said. He leaned in. “What is that…?”

  Pax seemed to hesitate. “A leg. Looks male, though.”

  “Oh, God.”

  Even in the darkness, Ash could see Michael pale.

  “Doesn’t mean she’s in there,” Pax said. “The only way we’re going to know is to check.”

  He looked back at the screen, accessed a few more cameras, and sucked in a quick breath.

  “What is it?” Ash asked.

  Pax turned the tablet so they could all see.

  On the screen was a view of the detention level deep below the house. The angle was from above the elevator door toward the Plexiglas wall that separated the arrival area from the detention block. Remnants of smoke hung in the air on the arrival side, and on the ground close to the elevators, obscured but not hidden by the smoke, was a body. There was no way to tell for sure if the person was dead or alive, but based on the five bloody figures sprawled on the ground on the other side of the see-through partition, it was a fair guess that no one in either half would ever take a breath again.

  Pax switched to a view of the control room-bodies slumped over terminals, unmoving, with another two or three on the floor.

  “We need to treat this as a poisonous gas situation,” Pax said.

  “But the guards in the detention block look like they were shot,” Ash pointed out.

  Pax grimaced. “Yeah. That bothers me, but I didn’t see any blood in the control room, and with that smoke, we’ve got to assume the worst.”

  One of the men Ash hadn’t met until that night pulled his backpack off, and zipped it all the way open. Inside were enough gas masks for everyone, plus a few extras in case they found survivors. He passed them out.

  “No one makes a move onto the detention floor until we run a check,” Pax said. “I want to know what we’re walking into first.”

  There was a chorus of “Yes, sir”s.
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  “Any signs of who did this?” Ash asked.

  Pax shook his head. “Checked cameras throughout the house and all the way to the front gate and back. Nothing. But we should proceed as if they’re still there. They have to know we’d come, so they could be waiting for us.”

  More nods.

  Pax pointed at four of the men. “Do a sweep all the way up to the front gate and back. We’ll wait at alpha position until you return.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The men immediately headed out. Pax took a moment to report in to Matt at the Ranch, then he and the rest continued on toward the house.

  Alpha position turned out to be a dense cluster of trees about a hundred and fifty yards from the house. Ash could sense Michael’s growing anxiety as they hunkered down and waited for the others to return. Each minute would be an eternity to him. Ash had been in that position himself once, and he knew there was nothing any of them could do to lessen the stress.

  Finally, the others reappeared.

  “Seven bodies,” one of the men reported. “All ours. Three back near the side fence. The other four near the front gate. No one else around.”

  Pax closed his eyes a moment, his worst fears no doubt realized.

  “All right,” he said. “You four cut through the woods and come at the house from the other side. Browne, Solomon, Ash, and I will close in from this side.”

  “What about me?” Michael said.

  “You stay here with Billy.”

  “No way.”

  “You will, or we’ll stop what we’re doing and take you out of here right now.”

  Michael took several quick breaths. “She’s my wife, Pax.”

  “Exactly why you’re staying here. You’re too wound up and you know it. You make a mistake in there and you could get the rest of us killed. So what’ll it be?”

  He stared at Michael.

  “I’ll…I’ll wait here.”

  “Good.” Pax looked over at Billy. “Shoot him if he tries to leave.”

  The doctor nodded. “You got it.”

  Hippocratic oath or not, Ash knew he would do it.

  The two teams headed out in different directions. Ash and his group caught sight of the building in less than a minute. Despite the fact that lights were on in many of the rooms, there was a definite stillness blanketing the entire site.

  Pax led them to within fifty feet of the porch then stopped. The front door was open, but there were no signs of movement inside.

  “In position,” one of the men on the other team reported over the comm.

  “All right. We’re moving in. You cover us,” Pax said.

  Staying low, Pax, Ash, Browne, and Solomon rushed the porch, their guns raised in front of them. Browne and Solomon passed through the door first, each pointing their weapon in a different direction.

  “Clear,” Browne announced.

  “Clear,” Solomon echoed.

  Pax and Ash moved in.

  The two men lying in the front room had multiple gunshot wounds, including one each to the back of their heads.

  Pax said nothing, but the anger in his face was more than telling.

  “Up or down?” Browne asked.

  “The house first, then we’ll go down,” Pax ordered.

  A sweep of the first floor revealed no one else, so they called in the other four men before heading upstairs, where they split up. Pax and Ash were the first to arrive outside Michael and Janice’s room. The body they’d seen earlier on the floor inside was another one of the guards. They checked the closet and the en suite bath, but both were empty.

  “Where the hell is she?” Ash asked.

  Pax shook his head, just as confused.

  They returned to the first floor and met up with the others. Since there was no sign of anyone else, Pax sent one of the men to go bring Billy and Michael in. “Make sure Michael knows she wasn’t in the room, and we haven’t found her yet.”

  Janice huddled against theroof of the house. She had no idea how long she’d been there. Weakened by her illness, she’d passed out at some point and woken to find that night had fully descended.

  Her whole body shook from the cold. It was as if she could feel it all the way down to her bones. She needed to get back inside. She needed to get into the heat. Nighttime temperatures had been routinely dropping into the low twenties, and even occasionally the teens. If she stayed where she was, she’d die of exposure for sure.

  But could she risk trying to go back inside yet? Were the others still there? She had no doubt the intruders were from the Project. Perhaps they were even attacking multiple locations, attempting to cripple the only organized opposition they faced.

  Had they hit the Ranch, too? Was…was Michael okay?

  Dear God, please see both of us through tonight.

  She had to get closer to the window. She had to see if she could get inside. Even if the others were still around, perhaps there was someplace she could hide. Surely they had already checked the rooms. If she were able to, say, climb into her closet, chances were they would never know she was there.

  You can do this.

  She silently counted to three, pulled the blanket off her head, and crawled back down to the base of the dormer. She lay back, panting, the short distance having required most of her energy. She didn’t even realize she’d closed her eyes.

  Nor was she aware of losing consciousness again.

  Leaving two men behind to stand guard by the entrance, Pax led the others through the house to the secret elevator that went down to the detention level.

  “Put your masks on now,” he said as they entered the car. “When we get to the bottom, Browne, I want you to keep your finger next to the Close Door button, but don’t push it until I say. The rest of you stay where you are while I run an air analysis.”

  As they descended, Pax attached a long cable to his iPad. On the other end was a device that looked almost like a wand. He handed the computer to Ash. Holding the wand with one hand, he coiled up the cable, finishing just as the car began to slow.

  He moved to the front and looked at Browne. “Be ready.”

  The car came to a smooth stop. After a second’s delay, the doors slid open.

  They weren’t even a foot apart when Pax tossed the wand into the arrival area, letting the cable play out as far as it could go.

  As soon as it stopped moving, Pax said, “Close the door.”

  Brown hit the button, and the doors slid shut around the cable.

  Pax took the tablet back from Ash and studied the screen for several seconds.

  “Smoke looks like it was just there for cover,” he said, his voice both muffled by the mask and coming clearly over the radio. “There’s something else, though.” He waited for a moment, his eyes on the screen. Then his nostrils flared. “Those bastards. Double LG.”

  “Double LG?” Ash said, surprised. Double LG was the nickname for a deadly nerve toxin that killed within seconds of contact. He’d never heard of anyone actually using it before.

  “There’re only trace amounts left,” Pax said. “But keep the masks on. Got it?”

  On Pax’s command, Browne pushed the Open Door button.

  The room beyond the elevator was unchanged from their brief preview a moment earlier. With Pax in the lead, they moved out of the elevator.

  As they neared the body on the floor, Pax glanced at Billy. “Check him.”

  The doctor knelt beside the still form, while the others headed over to the Plexiglas wall. Where it met the outer wall was the control room, itself fronted by a glass wall. Though they’d already seen the dead men inside via the camera feed, it was still unnerving to see nearly a dozen people slumped over desks and lying on the floor, dead.

  Pax tossed the sensor into the control room and read the results. “Same. Concentration’s higher, but that’s probably because the room’s smaller.” He looked up as Billy rejoined them. “Dead?”

  Billy nodded.

  Michael moved to the con
trol room window. “I don’t see her. I don’t think she’s in there.”

  “No, but a lot of others were,” Billy said.

  Michael whipped around, his eyes on fire. “You think I don’t know that? I worked with these people every day! They were my friends! Excuse me if I’m also concerned about my wife!”

  “Michael, calm down,” Pax said. “Or I swear to God I will send you back upstairs right now.”

  “My fault,” Billy said, sounding like he actually meant it. “Sorry, Michael. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

  Michael did nothing for a moment, then gave Billy a curt nod.

  For the third time, Pax did his trick with the sensor, this time throwing it into the detention block.

  “It’s clear,” he announced. “Don’t think they used any gas in there. But just to be safe, keep your masks on.”

  Ash had guessed as much. The intruders would have only come down here for one thing: the detainees.

  While Billy and Solomon checked the downed guards to see if any of them was still alive, Pax asked Michael, “Which cells are occupied?”

  Michael thought for a moment. “Three…five, seven, um, eight…and eleven.”

  Ash had assumed all were full, so he was surprised to learn that most of the twenty cells were empty.

  One by one, they checked each. In the first four, the prisoners had all been shot through the head. The fifth cell, though, was empty. Ash didn’t need anyone to tell him who had been held there. He’d once visited cell eleven himself.

  Olivia Silva’s.

  “Son of a bitch,” Pax said.

  It was a noise that woke Janice. Not just any noise. Voices, indistinct and coming from the other side of the window.

  She tried to peek inside, but couldn’t do so without risking being seen, so she hung back.

  Once they were gone, she waited five minutes just to be sure. Then, using more strength than she thought she had, she raised the window and crawled back inside.