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Pete was surprised when Europa commented on his statement.

“Probability
of question is 98.6 to 1.4 percent in favor of statement.”

“Thanks. Now stop eavesdropping and get me some useful data.”

LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

Sarah paid the cab driver and with borrowed clothes on her back, she walked up to the front door of the house and past the two stupid-looking plastic flamingos Jack and she always teased Alice about, even though Alice always explained that they had come
with the house. She saw the door a jar and there was music pouring through the open space. She adjusted her sunglasses and then tapped on the door’s frame. There was no answer. As she knocked a second time, she realized that she recognized the song being played, an old 1960s song, at least she thought it was from the sixties. She just didn’t have Jack’s memory for rock and roll. The song was called
“Nights in White Satin,” by one of Jack’s favorite groups of that era, the Moody Blues. She did remember that much, and she also remembered that Jack usually played the Moody Blues when he was, well, in a blues state of mind. The song was one that his father used to play when Jack was just a baby. He had told her many times about his father’s music collection and how his mother had saved it all
for him for when he was old enough to understand the depth of his father’s passion for music. Sarah shook her head, wondering in just what state she would find Jack in. She pushed the door open and stepped into the small foyer.

“Hello?” she called out.

Suddenly Alice appeared in the hallway and smiled as she wiped her hands on a paint-stained cloth.

“I was wondering when you were going to be
able to break away from that slave driver Niles,” Alice said as she came forward and hugged Sarah.

Alice Hamilton pushed Sarah away and examined her face. She reached up and removed the large sunglasses and then winced at the bruised and swollen eyes. The bandage across her nose was plastered like a white strip of war paint.

“Oh, dear, what did those animals do to you?” she asked as she again
hugged Sarah.

“It’s nothing. I fell off my bike once and did worse to myself.”

“I take it you fell off your bike going over a hundred miles an hour then, huh?”

Sarah laughed and then patted Alice on the back as she was released. “So, is Jack three sheets to the wind?”

“He started to go out that way,” Alice said as she tossed the rag she had been using over her right shoulder, “but I found
him something to keep him busy.”

Alice turned and waved for Sarah to follow. When they entered the hallway, Sarah had to smile when she saw Jack down on one knee painting the mopboard at the bottom of the wall. He cursed when his brush ran away from him and the trim and swathed a section of wall. He quickly used a rag and wiped the paint away. He started to look around.

“That’s right, I saw
that, Picasso,” Alice said with her arms crossed over her chest.

Jack turned and saw Sarah standing beside Alice. He tossed the brush into the paint pan and then stood. Without preamble, he walked the short distance and then picked up Sarah into his arms and gave her a kiss.

“Did you come to rescue me from the Wicked Witch of Southeast Las Vegas?”

Sarah smiled after wincing at the kiss Jack
gave her. She looked into his eyes the best she could with her own damaged ones. She could see Collins flinch at the sight, becoming angry all over again at what had happened to her. She started to say something to try to calm him when Alice cleared her throat, gesturing for them to come into the kitchen.

As the three sat, Alice brought over a pot of coffee and turned to get three cups. “I was
telling Sarah that you started out wanting to get your brain soaked in whiskey, but you decided against making a fool out of yourself.”

Jack looked at the paint on his hands and then at Sarah. “She won’t allow me one minute to feel sorry for myself.”

Sarah reached out and took his hand. He squeezed it and then smiled as Alice placed two cups in front of them.

“I contacted my mom, and these
two old women here concocted a plan for her to come to Las Vegas. She should be here anytime,” Jack said, looking to see if there would be a reaction.

“Jack, I cannot meet her looking like this!” Sarah said, snatching her hand out of his.

“Oh, it isn’t that bad, dear,” Alice said as she poured the coffee, intentionally not looking at Sarah for fear of laughing.

“How are things coming along
at the complex?” Jack asked as he took Sarah’s hand once more.

“Jack, Colonel Farbeaux said he recognized the man who came to our rescue in Mexico two nights ago. He said he met him once when Henri was working contractually for various corporations. He says to tell you he isn’t a very nice man.”

Collins allowed his mind to drift back to the image of the large man and his team of black-clad rescuers.
How Niles had denied that it had been the president that sent them across the border. He knew something was wrong.

“Did you pass this on to Carl?” he asked as he sipped his coffee.

Sarah looked from Jack to Alice, who finally sat down to drink her own coffee. She couldn’t hold his eyes or those of Alice as she flashed back to her encounter with Henri Farbeaux. For a reason she could not begin
to fathom she felt ashamed and guilty with the memory of the confrontation between her and Henri. And what scared her most was the briefest second of what could only be described as excitement. And that made her feel horribly guilty.

“I … I left in kind of a hurry before I remembered to talk with Carl. I’ll call him now.”

Jack thought about what Sarah was saying. He knew she would never have
left the complex without informing Everett about a possible breech in security. How this man knew about his rescue attempt into Mexico was something Jack was worried about, now more than ever since he heard the warning from the Frenchman. And what would upset Sarah enough to make her leave so fast that she spaced out on doing her duty first?

“How is Henri?” he asked instead, watching the swollen
eyes of the woman he had loved for the past five years. What really worried him at this point was the small fact that Sarah could no longer meet his eyes.

“He’s recovering at his normal superhuman rate, I guess,” Sarah finally answered as she reached for her own coffee.

Alice sat quietly, but she could see Sarah was in conflict about something. The girl was scared of far more than what had happened
to her in Mexico, and Alice was wondering if the Frenchman had something to do with it.

Sarah placed her cup down and inexplicably started to cry. “You’re not resigning are you?” she asked, unable to be the trooper she wanted everyone to think she was.

Jack looked at the top of Sarah’s head as she lowered it to wipe away the tears. He then looked up at Alice who returned his look with a raised
right brow, angry that Jack was putting her through this.

“I just need some—”

Alice saw Jack go rigid in his chair. Sarah heard his voice stop and how quiet the kitchen became. She looked up, wiping the last tear away. She started to ask something, but Jack held up his hand.

“Are you armed?” he asked Sarah. She shook her head, frightened at Jack’s sudden change of demeanor.

“Kitchen drawer
beneath the knife rack,” Alice said quickly as her fear also rose. After so many years with the greatest spook the United States government had ever produced, Senator Garrison Lee, Alice picked up some of his habits of knowing when something wasn’t right. And she knew Jack was just like her late Garrison.

Collins quickly stood and started to make his way to the kitchen counter when the rear sliding
glass door burst inward and the front door came crashing in. Before Jack could reach the counter, he was quickly surrounded by ten men dressed in the exact same black Nomex clothing that he had seen two nights before. They leveled small but deadly looking automatic weapons at all three people inside the kitchen. Collins stood there angry that he hadn’t caught the sound of the men getting into
the house before they had time to strike.

“Colonel Collins,” a voice asked as it entered the house from the smashed-in front door. “Please have a seat at the table as we have some matters to discuss.”

As Collins watched, the large man from the raid into Mexico walked into the house. He wasn’t dressed like the rest, with his face covered in Nomex material. He was the same as he was that night.
Jack knew he didn’t fear being identified, and that meant only one of two things: they couldn’t identify him, or the three of them wouldn’t be around to do so even if they could.

The large man with the clean-shaven face and combed hair came into the kitchen as Jack was roughly pushed into his seat. Collins looked the man over and then settled for just eye contact.

“Colonel, I understand your
feelings. I have read your 201 file, what was available of course. I know your capabilities, so I will only state that the first bullets will not be for you, but the two lovely ladies sitting with you. So please, Colonel, no heroics tonight.”

“You have my attention and my cooperation—for now.”

The large man nodded his head and then looked around the kitchen. He spied the rack with the coffee
cups on it and used a handkerchief from his sport jacket to place one on the counter. He stepped up to the table and with kerchief in hand removed the coffee pot from the table and returned to the counter to pour himself a cup. He sipped the coffee and nodded his head toward Alice. “That’s the good stuff.”

“What do you want?” Jack asked.

“Colonel, we could just raid the Gold City Pawn Shop,
or maybe even breach the other security gates of your … your … what do I call it, lair, complex, whatever the case may be. But I am offering you a chance to save some lives here tonight. I wish returned to me what was taken from the hacienda in Mexico two nights ago. And I am willing to negotiate its return and not allow to happen what my men are very good at making happen, as you saw the other night.
If needed, I will kill everyone inside your … whatever the hell that place is … for what I came for. Perdition’s Fire must be in my hands before sunrise tomorrow. And before you ask Colonel, no, there is no dark motive here. I am here to destroy that which should have never been invented.”

Jack didn’t respond. He just kept his eyes locked on the man leaning against the counter, sipping coffee.

“We do have other contingencies, Colonel.” The man placed the cup he was drinking from on the counter and then stepped up to Sarah who was facing away from him. “You have weathered your treatment at the hands of that pig Guzman rather well, miss,” he said as he placed his hands on Sarah’s shoulders. He looked at Collins as he slid his hand down the front of Sarah’s chest. She winced at his touch,
and Jack’s eyes went from the man’s face to his hand as it inched ever downward toward Sarah’s breast.

“Alright, whoever you are, that’s quite enough.”

The man stopped and looked over at the very angry Alice Hamilton.

“Do what you came here to do and leave off with the cheap bad-guy antics. We’ve seen it all before and it hasn’t worked yet.”

The large man took a step back with a smile. “Just
who in the hell are you people?” he asked.

No one at the table answered. Sarah bit her cut lower lip but held strong, even though for the first time in her life she didn’t feel it. As for Collins, he was now glaring at the man in front of him. He hadn’t muttered a single word.

“No matter,” he nodded at someone behind Jack. The next thing Alice and Sarah heard was the sound of a crack and Jack
falling out of his chair. He hit the floor and tried to rise back up. Another man stepped up and slammed the collapsing stock of his weapon in to the back of his head once more, and Collins hit the floor, out cold. Sarah jumped from her chair and went to Jack’s side. She looked up and through the haze of her bruised and mangled eyesight started to glare at the man just as Jack had a moment before.

“Quite unexpected, wasn’t it?” the man said as he reached down and took McIntire by the arm and lifted her free of the floor. He shook her and then brought her close. “I am full of the unexpected, miss. Now, if you want to see these two alive again, you’ll do what needs to be done, or you’ll lose far more tonight than just your two friends here.”

“If you think—”

Sara stopped as suddenly as she
had started when another man stepped up to the back of Alice and placed a gun to her head.

“I do think, miss; I think I have gained your full support in my endeavors here tonight.”

Alice snorted and then laughed. “Have you ever noticed these assholes have practiced speeches and smart-ass little soliloquies for moments in which they wish to impress people?”

The man smiled and wanted to laugh
at the old woman’s bravado. “Jesus, lady, it would be a pleasure to shoot you right in the head.”

“Be my guest dickhead.”

The man allowed his mouth to go ajar for the briefest moment and then caught himself. He pushed Sarah into the arms of two men and then looked over at Alice.

“Please try something stupid. You will have the deaths of many people on your conscience if you do. I admire your
spunk, but in my business ma’am, it gets your buddies killed. This isn’t a fictional setting where the colonel here is going to come off the deck and save the day.”

Alice smiled as the words were said. She could see that it made the man uneasy. He turned to follow Sarah and her escort out. He stopped and looked back at Alice Hamilton one last time and then whispered to the man following him.

“We’ll leave you one of the transport vehicles. I didn’t want to do this if I could help it, but leaving this man behind is something I would later regret; I know this for a fact. I’m afraid we have to kill them both. Wait fifteen minutes after we leave so we have time to get to the pawn shop and then meet us there after your duty is completed.”

The man, with Sarah in tow, left with the others
following close behind.

The remaining mercenary raised his hood and looked at the unconscious Collins and then over at Alice. He raised the noise-suppressed handgun and smiled at her.