Pale Horse (A Project Eden Thriller) (2 page)

It didn’t take much to convince her bosses that it was a good idea. She did great work, but was a bit of an oddball in their view, kind of a loner who had a paranoid streak in her. She, of course, would have said the description fit her brother, not her, but she never really had been good at seeing the truth about herself.

At the end of summer, she moved permanently to Montana, and settled into her new life. The only times she saw anyone in the months that followed were on the two occasions she’d gone to town for supplies. No one ever visited her house, and she believed no one ever would.

It was probably for the best that she didn’t realize how soon that belief would be shattered.

OUTSIDE MUMBAI, INDIA

9:12 PM INDIAN STANDARD TIME

T
HE ROAD SANJAY
and Kusum had been traveling on was really no more than two rutted tire tracks running through a stretch of wilderness outside their home city of Mumbai.

Sanjay had been forced to drop their speed to a crawl, so that the front tire wouldn’t get caught in a hole and fling them both to the ground. Kusum’s arms were tight around his waist, but he knew she was only trying to hold on, not showing him any kind of affection.

Despite his protests, she’d been right when she accused him of kidnapping her. But what choice did he have? When he’d found his cousin Ayush dying in a makeshift hospital room, then learned the truth about the “miracle malaria spray” they had both been hired to help douse the city with, he’d had no other option. The spray had nothing to do with saving lives. In fact, quite the opposite. They and others hired by Pishon Chem would be covering Mumbai with the same deadly virus from which Ayush had been dying. Sanjay had stolen some vaccine, talked Kusum into joining him for lunch, then kept driving the motorcycle he’d rented until they were well out of the city.

He’d done it to save her. He
had
to save her. She was all he ever thought about, all he cared about—especially now that Ayush was surely dead. If that meant kidnapping her, then so be it.

When he’d stabbed the needle into her arm, and injected her with the life-saving vaccine, she had all but flown into a rage, thinking he had drugged her. He’d tried to explain what he had seen and learned, but naturally she didn’t believe him.

“I promise if I’m wrong, I will take you back and turn myself over to the police,” he told her. Finally, she had reluctantly agreed to stay with him.

As they came around a turn, Sanjay immediately jammed on the brakes. The back of the bike fishtailed right, then left, before stopping at an angle to the road.

Kusum immediately released his waist. “What’s wrong?”

“There.” He nodded at the road ahead.

A pool of water, perhaps twenty meters across, covered the road. He didn’t think it was very deep, but knew it would be better to cross it in daylight to be safe.

“We’ll stay here.”

She looked around. “Stay where?”

“Here.”

“In the jungle?”

“It’s not that much of a jungle. We’ll be fine.”

“Are you crazy?”

“It’s just for one night.”

“I’m not sleeping here.”

“Fine. You can stay awake.”

He gunned the engine, circled the bike around to the way they’d come, then turned into the wilderness and drove them back amongst the trees and bushes until he found a wide spot that would work for their camp. Killing the engine, he flipped down the kickstand, but Kusum didn’t move.

“Please,” he said. “Get off.”

“I will not.”

“Well, I’m getting off, and when I do, you’ll fall.”

She huffed in frustration then climbed off the seat, making sure her foot kicked him as she did. Once he was off the bike, he stretched, and retrieved the bag he’d strapped to the handlebars that contained the food they picked up earlier.

He sat down in the small clearing and opened the bag. “Have something to eat.”

“I am not hungry,” she said.

“You need to eat. It’s important.”

“I told you, I am not hungry.”

“All right.”

He pulled out the container of
vada pav
, quickly ate two pieces, then took the bag with the remainder back to the motorcycle and hung it over the handlebars so insects would be less likely to find it.

“When you get hungry, it’s here.”

He stretched out on the undergrowth and glanced at Kusum. “If you’re not going to eat, you should at least try to sleep.”

“I told you, I am not sleeping here.”

“Kusum, please. I am not your enemy. What I have done is only because I care about you.”

She glared at him, her eyes full of fire. “If you cared about me, you would have taken me home already.”

In a few days, you will see how much I care
, he thought, but he said nothing, hoping he was wrong.

Hours later, he stirred, his eyes opening for just a moment. Kusum was on the ground a foot away from him. Tentatively he reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. At first she tried to pull away, but then she stopped. A moment later, she scooted back against him, and he could feel her body shake as she cried.

3

THE RANCH, MONTANA

10:10 AM MOUNTAIN STANDARD TIME

T
HE RANCH WAS
on fire.

The dormitory, by far the smaller of the two buildings of the Resistance’s headquarters, was already well on its way to total destruction. Even if a hundred firefighters had been on site, there would have been nothing they could do.

The Lodge was a different story. Though it too was being consumed by flames, there would have still been the possibility of saving some of the structure, given its massive size. But the nearest fire crew was over seventy miles away, and they had received no emergency call.

Nor would they.

Just before ten a.m., three helicopters and several ground vehicles had been spotted rushing toward the Ranch. There was no question who had sent them, or what their purpose was. They were a Project Eden attack squad, coming to eliminate everyone there.

“Full cover,” Matt Hamilton, the head of the Resistance, had ordered.

Giant impenetrable doors had been sealed, locking everyone into the large underground bunker deep below the Lodge, and the self-destruction of the two surface buildings was triggered. The burned wreckage would block the two main entrances into the Bunker, and, Matt hoped, keep the killers above from finding a way in.

“Don’t worry,” Rachel Hamilton said. “Jon will keep him safe.” She was Matt’s sister and closest advisor, so it wasn’t surprising she knew exactly what he was thinking.

“I know,” he said, though he wasn’t as sure as she was.

“He’ll get Brandon out.”

This time Matt simply nodded.

Though most of the people who had been at the Ranch when the helicopters were spotted were safe in the underground facility, Jon Hayes and Brandon Ash had been caught outside, unable to get back before Matt was forced to seal up the Bunker. While Jon had received the training all Resistance members were given, Brandon was just a kid. To make matters worse, Matt himself had promised the boy’s father he’d watch over him.

He just hoped Jon and Brandon had done what he ordered, and were already in the woods, trying to get as far from the Ranch as possible.

“Intruders on ground,” someone announced.

Matt looked at the monitors displaying feeds from cameras hidden around the compound. He zeroed in on a view of the open space near the Lodge, where one of the helicopters had just set down and a half dozen heavily armed men in fatigues, helmets, and body armor were jumping out. As they rushed toward the burning building, the second helicopter landed and more men joined the others.

“Dear God,” someone said.

Matt could sense fear filling the room.

“Hold it together,” he ordered. “They can’t get in. You all know that.”

There were a few nods, and a couple of grunts of agreement, but the anxiety level remained high.

On the screen, the attack squad circled the Lodge, while a smaller detachment raced over to the dormitory. When it was clear no one could be alive in the burning buildings, they regrouped, then split again, and headed in teams of three into the woods.

It’s okay,
Matt thought.
Jon and Brandon are far away. They won’t be seen.

“Matt?” Christina Kim called out from the communication terminal she was manning.

“In a minute,” Matt said.

“No. Now.”

He turned. “What is it?”

Her eyes never left the monitor in front of her as she motioned for him to hurry over. She said into her microphone, “Your signal’s weak, but you’re getting through.”

Matt walked quickly to her desk. “Who is it?”

“Pax,” she said as she handed him a second headset.

Matt donned it and pressed the earpiece tight to his head. Pax was his right-hand man, and was currently above the Arctic Circle in search of Bluebird, Project Eden’s control center. “It’s Matt. Are you there?”

“Good to hear your voice, Matt,” Pax said.

There was a lot of interference.

Matt put his hand over his mic and said, “Can you do anything about the signal?”

Christina shook her head. “I’ll keep trying, but that’s the best I’ve been able to do so far.”

He took his hand off the mic. “Any luck?”

“Bust here,” Pax said. “The science facility on Amund Ringnes Island is legit.”

The assumption had been that Bluebird was posing as a scientific research outpost on one of the far north islands. The Resistance had narrowed it down to the most likely ones, and sent the team—headed by Brandon’s father, Daniel Ash—to see if they could pinpoint its exact location, and do whatever they could to stop Project Eden from initiating its plan. The team had then divided in half so they could check the final two possibilities at the same time. Pax led one group to Amund Ringnes Island, while Ash led the other to Yanok Island.

So if Bluebird wasn’t on Amund Ringnes…

“I haven’t been able to reach Captain Ash,” Pax said. “Has he reported in to you?”

Though Matt knew the answer, he glanced at Christina. She shook her head. “No,” he said. “We haven’t heard from him since before they left for Yanok.”

“I was afraid of that. I’ve also been unable to reach Gagnon to arrange pickup.” Gagnon was flying the seaplane that shuttled the men to the islands. “I guess it doesn’t matter at the moment. Even if I did reach him, I doubt he’d be able to get here for a day or two.”

“Did something happen?”

“A storm happened. It seems to be a pretty big one. We’ve taken shelter in an unmanned research outpost, and won’t be going anywhere until it calms down a bit.”

“I understand.”

There was a pause. “Matt, Bluebird’s got to be on Yanok. I’m sure Ash has already figured that out, so I’m surprised you haven’t heard from him.”

“Could be caught in the storm, too.”

“Could be, but he wouldn’t let that stop him until he knew for sure. We’re running out of time. Implementation Day could be tomorrow, for all we know.”

Implementation Day, when Project Eden would activate the release of the Sage Flu virus on the world.

Matt glanced over at the others watching the assault team search the area around the Lodge. “Actually, Pax, I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be tomorrow.”

__________

“K
EEP MOVING!” HAYES
yelled.

Brandon jerked back around. He hadn’t even realized he’d slowed down, but he hadn’t been able to help glancing over his shoulder to search for the helicopters thumping in the distance. He couldn’t spot them, though, with the thick forest cover barely allowing him a glimpse of the sky. He picked up his pace, and soon caught up to the man who was trying to save his life.

“The emergency stash is only about five minutes from the top of the ridge,” Hayes said. “We can rest when we get there.”

“I’m fine,” Brandon told him, not wanting to show any weakness.

Hayes gave him a smile. “Glad to hear it.”

When they reached the top, the trees parted enough for them to see two columns of smoke rising into the air from back toward the Ranch. Brandon knew that at the bottom of the larger column would be what was left of the Lodge, and below it, underground, the Bunker where his sister Josie and the others were hiding. He hoped she was all right, and that the security measures Mr. Hamilton had taken would be enough to protect her and everyone else.

A part of him wanted to rush back, and do what he could to help them. What that would be, he had no idea, but running away just seemed wrong.

As they started down the other side of the ridge, he said, “Do you think they can get into the Bunker?”

“No,” Hayes said, and started walking again.

Brandon grabbed his arm. “You can’t know for sure.”

The man turned toward him. “Matt knows what he’s doing. The people from the helicopters won’t be able to get to them. You and I, we need to concentrate on our own survival right now. Playing guessing games about what’s going on back there isn’t going to help us. Okay?”

Brandon frowned, but said, “Okay.”

A few minutes later, Hayes stopped.

“Is this it?” Brandon asked, looking around. There was nothing there but more trees.

Hayes approached a broken branch sticking out of the ground. No, not a branch, Brandon realized—an old rusted stake.

Hayes aligned himself with it, then marched off a couple dozen paces to the west. The place where he stopped was just a small open space, maybe ten feet in diameter at most, and looked pretty much like everywhere else.

“Give me a hand,” Hayes said. He dropped to his knees and began pushing away the ground cover.

Brandon joined him. He almost asked what they were looking for, but as soon as he started moving the dirt and dead vegetation, he saw a flat metal surface. It took them less than a minute to completely clear it.

“Come over to this side,” Hayes said.

Brandon repositioned himself, and together they put their hands underneath the four-foot-square plate and lifted. The metal was heavy, but they were able to get it up and to the side. In the space beneath was what looked like a sewer lid, only it had no holes in the top, and instead of being metal, it was plastic. Embedded in the surface were two handles about six inches apart.