Savior (The Savior Series Book 1) (17 page)

“This sight is an old industrial property on the outskirts of Atlanta, GA. At first glance it appears abandoned, but just as with the outpost, the real action takes place underground. This is where they’re holding the girl. When I accessed their systems from the communications outpost, I was able to deliver a virus to their network. They think it’s an NSA Trojan, so they’ve contracted me to flush it out. They know I’m the only person that’s not on a government payroll that has the ability to do so. I’m supposed to go to this site three nights from now in order to disable the virus and install some security equipment that I designed.”

A picture of a Stranger wearing a black version of the Stranger mask appeared on the screen.

“This is Bravo. He’s one of the lesser Stranger officers. I’m meeting him at a nearby gas station and then riding with him to the site. The plan is to subdue him and have Reaper take his place and accompany me inside disguised as Bravo.”

“What about me?” Jason asked.

“You’ll be in stealth mode. I did some recon with my aerial drone and found a drainage system that will allow access to the first floor. Once Reaper and I are inside, I’ll locate the girl and relay her location to you. I’ll have full access to the security system, so you should be able to extract her with relative ease once you find her.”

“Seems pretty simple, but what’s the catch?” Jason asked.

“What makes you think there’s a catch?” Howie asked.

“You obviously want the big gun in your hip pocket for a reason,” Jason replied, gesturing toward me.

“There’s a chance that one of their high ranking officers might be present on the night of our operation. His name is Tango; he visits the site quite often, but there’s no distinct pattern as to when he decides to show. He’s the only thing that makes me nervous about this.”

Jason clenched his massive jaw but didn’t reply as a wave of concern washed over his face.

“Who’s Tango and what makes him so special?” I asked.

“He’s a former mercenary that now serves as the right-hand man of The Suspect. Simply put—he’s a human weapon; one that’s killed more people than we can possibly imagine.”

“He’s just one guy,” I said nonchalantly as I studied the pixilated image of Tango on the display. There wasn’t much detail, but I could tell that he had long, dreadlocked hair pulled into a ponytail and he wore a mask that only covered the upper right side of his face. Compared to the rest of The Strangers, I was sure he would stick out like a sore thumb. If he showed his face, I’d know exactly who to target first.

“Adam, don’t get cocky,” Jason warned.

“I’m not getting cocky. I just don’t see one guy being that big of a deal. If he shows up, we’ll stick to the plan, and if something goes awry, I’ll take him out,” I said indifferently.

“If he shows up, you’ll need my help. Don’t try to fight him alone,” Jason replied.

Is that an order?
I thought, as my face grew hot and I struggled to suppress my anger. Did he seriously think I needed his help fighting one guy? And who did he think he was ordering around?

“You don’t think I can take him?” I asked.

“He’s right, Adam. It’s not worth the risk. If Tango shows, we may end up having to retreat,” Howie said.

“Yeah, fat chance,” I grumbled. Their lack of confidence was so comical to me that I had to catch myself to keep from laughing. “Are we done? If this is going down in three days, I’ll need to get some rest to let the effects of that gas wear off.”

“Well, there’s still the issue of the government knowing about this place. How do we know that they won’t come after us?” Jason asked.

“We could always relocate, but I’m not sure if that would do us any good. If they found us once, I’m sure they could find us again,” Howie responded. “For now, I actually think we’re in the clear. Otherwise they wouldn’t have let Adam go. They didn’t say anything about shutting us down did they, Adam?”

“No. They just asked me to help them fight The Righteous,” I lied. I didn’t tell them that Wells had demanded that we stop our pursuit of The Strangers because I didn’t want either of them to get cold feet. Now that we finally had a solid lead, I wanted to make sure that we followed up on it at all costs.

“Alright then. We’ll meet again at the same time tomorrow,” Jason said as he looked to me. I nodded in agreement before heading over to the couch.

Jason offered me a ride home, but I told him I was crashing at 3D for the night. So far, they hadn’t noticed that I had been staying at 3D every night since the fight with my mom and I was in no rush to fill them in.

After they left, I emptied my pockets to prepare for bed and felt an odd object with my right hand. I withdrew the object and held it closer to my face to study it.

It was a small white business card with, “AGENT WELLS 555-505-2772,” printed at the top. Under the phone number was a message scribbled in jagged handwriting:

“When you change your mind.”

I thought about ripping it up and throwing it away for a moment, but I decided to hang on to it… just in case.

34. FEAR OR FOCUS

I TOOK IT EASY FOR THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS IN ORDER to build my strength. I still wasn’t quite at 100 percent when the night of the operation came around, but I was good enough. After all, my 80 percent meant that I could still toss a few thousand pounds around like it was nobody’s business.

We rented a large, black SUV using a fake ID that Howie had created in order to drive to Atlanta. I decided to ride with them instead of running in order to conserve my strength.

I’m not sure if it was out of fear or focus, but we drove mostly in silence. We all knew the plan. We had met at 3D every day to rehash the details to make sure that our execution was nothing short of perfect.

I could tell Howie was nervous. He was doing a decent job of hiding it, but the way he kept biting his bottom lip and constantly adjusting the high-tech glasses that he wore let me know that something was troubling him. It was hard not to let his nervous demeanor affect my confidence in the mission, so I kept reminding myself that between the light body armor that he was wearing and my close proximity, he should have nothing to worry about.

As Jason drove us closer to Atlanta, I wondered if Agent Wells knew about the operation that we were about to undertake. If they were able to find 3D, they no doubt had a way of keeping tight surveillance on us. He had warned me to abandon my pursuit of The Strangers, yet there we were, about to do the exact opposite. I felt somewhat guilty about keeping Howie and Jason in the dark about that, but I was prepared to do whatever it took to avenge my brother.

Maybe Agent Wells was right about The Righteous being the bigger threat, but this was personal. Taking out The Suspect was something that I needed to do before I could focus on anything else.

As I stared out of the window, I thought about Monica for a split second before forcing the memory of her from my mind. She and I had not spent any quality time together over the past three days because I was purposely keeping my distance in order to mentally prepare myself for battle. Whenever I was around her, I couldn’t think about anything else and I couldn’t risk my infatuation for her distracting me from the mission. As far as she knew, Jason, Howie and I had been working on renovating 3D, which was taking up most of my free time. She was a lot more understanding than I probably deserved. I felt terrible about misleading her, but I knew that I was doing the right thing.

My heart skipped a beat as we sped past the “Welcome to Atlanta” sign. It was almost go-time. I knew we had prepared well, and I trusted Howie’s plan, but something in my gut didn’t feel right.

HOWIE DROPPED JASON AND I OFF A BLOCK AWAY FROM the gas station where he was supposed to meet Bravo. We disappeared into the shadows and made our way around the block headed toward the rendezvous point.

This phase of the plan went smoothly. Howie arrived before Bravo, which gave Jason and me plenty of time to find a suitable vantage point. As Bravo arrived in a large, black SUV, he was completely unaware of Jason, who waited patiently with the shadows near his vehicle.

Jason pulled his mask over his face and tied a long headband around his head as Howie crossed the street. As Howie neared the SUV, Jason sank deeper into the shadows and stealthily crept up to the passenger side of Bravo’s vehicle. Jason’s jet-black armor blended so perfectly against the black SUV that the only way I could track his position was by the white spade painted over the right side of his mask. I kept my eyes on Bravo, who remained in the driver’s seat of the vehicle as Howie reached the passenger door. I was nervous because I couldn’t see Bravo’s eyes due to his black Stranger mask, but if he even flinched the wrong way, I was prepared to zoom over and ram the entire SUV across the street.

The moment Howie opened the passenger door, Jason sprang into the vehicle and incapacitated Bravo in less than a second. Jason and I quickly bound and gagged him and tossed him into the back of the rental.

In no time, I was sitting in the driver’s seat of Bravo’s SUV wearing his jet-black Stranger uniform. An interesting thing about The Strangers is that most of the members preferred to remain anonymous, even amongst themselves. We were counting on that in order for me to successfully pose as Bravo. Atop of the ski mask that I had worn the night I saved that lady from the mugger, I pulled on Bravo’s black Stranger mask. I had brought the skull-faced ski mask just in case things got hairy. If the crap hit the fan, I wanted them to know exactly whom they were dealing with.

After a few minutes, we were in route to The Stranger compound with me fully disguised as Bravo. Ace followed us in the rental car down the long, dark road that led to the facility.

We stopped a mile outside of the compound so that Jason could stage the rental and approach the facility on foot. Howie and I waited fifteen minutes before approaching the building so as to give Jason enough time to make his approach. My heart thumped heavily as we finally drove onto the main compound. The entire site looked abandoned from the outside, though we all knew better.

“Dude, where’s your mask?” I whispered to Howie as I pulled the car into a parking spot twenty yards from the main building.

“I’m not wearing one,” Howie replied without looking at me.

“Are you kidding me?” I asked, while trying to restrain my anger. Even though I was suddenly furious, I wanted to remain calm just in case we were being watched.

“No, I’m not kidding. Revealing my identity was a condition of my rejoining. It was the only way. We don’t have time for this. We have to keep moving,” Howie mumbled.

My gut told me to run. It told me to start the SUV and drive away as fast as possible, but my need for revenge wouldn’t let me. We had gotten so close that even though I could sense that Howie was walking into unimaginable danger, I couldn’t turn back.

I exited the SUV and followed Howie to the back of it and waited as he removed a black duffle bag that was full of the equipment that he was supposed to install for The Strangers. Howie quickly pressed a button on the right side of his high-tech glass. “Ace this is Echo. Are you in position?”

“I’m twenty seconds out,”
I heard Jason say in my earpiece.

“10-4. Reaper and I are going in. We’ll maintain radio silence until we’ve reached the control room,” Howie said. I expected him to be a bit nervous, but instead, he looked absolutely terrified.

“First sign of trouble and I’m getting you the heck out of there, Echo. Just relax, okay? We’ve got this,” I reassured.

Howie forced a nod.

“Piece of cake, right?” he said.

“Red velvet,” I replied.

Red velvet cake was both of our favorites. He chuckled at my joke, which made me feel a bit better about the situation.

A row of lights flickered on as we approached the building. I was surprised when the double doors of the main building snapped open and two Strangers emerged with assault rifles aimed at us.

“Stop right there!” one of them shouted. I couldn’t tell which of them said it due to the expressionless white masks they were wearing. Howie and I both froze. I balled my fists and prepared for action as my heartbeat quickened.

“It’s okay!” Howie responded, “I’m one of you. My name is Echo and I’m here under orders from Charlie.”

“Echo has been out of the game for a while. How do I know this isn’t a trick?” the Stranger on the left asked with his head cocked to the side.

“Well, I’m back now! You can confirm that with Charlie! And if you know what’s good for you, I’d put those weapons away. That’s Bravo that you’re pointing those things at. Don't you recognize the mask?” Howie said firmly, as he gestured at me.

The Strangers became visibly nervous when Howie identified me as Bravo. I allowed myself to relax as I realized that Howie had the situation under control.

“Charlie sent him to escort me in just in case we ran into any trigger happy dorks like yourselves,” Howie quipped. “So, I figure we can do this one of two ways. You two can keep standing there with your guns on us, continue pissing this guy off and, in turn, piss off Charlie if we’re late. Or you can stand aside and let me do my job.”

The two Strangers glanced at each other, then back to me. After I cleared my throat and crossed my arms in front of my chest, they finally lowered their weapons.

“Thank you,”
Howie sarcastically added as we pushed past them.

I guess my pep talk worked
, I thought as we entered the building. Howie’s quick thinking and slick talking impressed me, but I still had the feeling that we weren’t out of the woods just yet. At the time, there was no way for me to know just how right I was.

HOWIE HAD USED HIS ARIAL DRONE TO MAP THE SCHEMATICS of the building a few days in advance, so finding the main control room was fairly simple. Once inside the dimly lit room, Howie went to work on a huge terminal in the center of the floor.

I stood guard over him as he worked. For the most part, the other Strangers occupying the building seemed completely disinterested in us. Every so often, one of them would enter the room and observe us but never for more than a minute.

As I watched Howie type away on the countless keyboards before him, I couldn’t help but wonder about Jason. It had been nearly twenty minutes since we last spoke with him. Radio silence was always uncomfortable for me, but this was especially nerve racking because Jason was alone. If something happened to him, there was no way that I could be there to save him.

“Ace, this is Echo. Come in,” Howie whispered as he pressed a small button on the side of his glasses.

I instinctively positioned myself near the door to listen for any incoming Strangers, while Howie contacted Jason.

“Echo, go ahead,”
Jason replied over the radio.

“I’m sending you the coordinates of the package. Make it quick,” Howie said as he tapped several buttons on the right side of his high-tech glasses.

“10-4,”
Jason replied.

I knew the next phase of the plan. As Ace extracted the girl, Howie would download sensitive data from The Strangers’ network in hopes of finding information that could help us track down The Suspect. The plan was seemingly working like a charm, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was working too well.

My heart jumped out of my chest when Howie’s eyes suddenly widened with fear as he stared at one of the computer monitors before him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I quickly approached him.

He ignored me and frantically tapped a button on his glasses. “Ace this is Echo, come in,” he whispered anxiously.

“Echo, what’s going on?” I demanded. I could barely hear anything over the sound of my heartbeat echoing in my head.

“It’s the girl. She-”

“I’m going in, Echo. I’ll hit you back when I’m out,”
Jason quickly said over the radio.

“No, Ace, don’t! It’s not-” Howie’s words were interrupted by a scream that we both heard over the radio.

“What was that?” I demanded.

“Ace, come in! Ace?!” Howie shouted.

Something had gone wrong with the extraction, and Howie knew it. He must have noticed something in The Stranger’s files that let him know it would happen.

I grabbed Howie by the shoulders and forced him to look at me.

“What just happened?” I growled.

“She wasn’t abducted by The Strangers. She joined them!” Howie replied in disbelief.

“That must have been her screaming to alert the others. I’m going after him,” I said firmly.

“I’m coming with you,” Howie replied.

We turned to exit and stopped dead in our tracks when we noticed the five Strangers blocking the doors.