The Betrayed Series: Ultimate Omnibus Collection Part 143

Apparently, things weren't going well. Stark's fingers flew over not just one keyboard, but three. For hours. For hours, he had fought off the attack, deflecting the hack, but it looked like the defenses just wouldn't be enough. Prenner had wanted to pull out hours ago, and Emily was telling Langley they would be there in fifteen minutes all night long.

The only reason they had stayed was that Stark was learning as much has he could about the hacker. His style. His moves. And hopefully, his ident.i.ty.

However, Stark finally threw his hands up in the air. "That's it."

He reached over and pulled the plugs on the CPUs. Drives winded down as Stark turned off the screens.

"All right," Emily said, getting her phone out again. "The car is waiting around the block. I can have it here in just a minute."

"What do you mean?" Stark asked.

Emily looked to Prenner, then to Bunny. "We need to establish a new HQ."

"Duh," Stark said, standing up and stretching, probably the first time he had in six hours. Without another word, he led them out of the bas.e.m.e.nt and into the kitchen, where they found his mother, who shook her head.

"Burning the candle at both ends. Not good for the skin."

Stark went over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Mom, how about some breakfast?"

"Animal pancakes or biscuits and gravy?"

Stark looked to the group. "Well?" When no one answered, he turned back to his mother. "How about both? Plus some hash browns. My brain needs a carb kick-starter."

"Only because we have guests."

Stark gave her another kiss on the cheek and led them upstairs.

"I am not going to remind you of the incredibly tight timetable we are on," Prenner said as they climbed up to the second floor.

"Yeah, thanks for trusting me so much. You didn't have to remind me of that."

Stark grabbed a chair, stood on it, and pulled down the staircase to the attic. Obviously intrigued, no one asked where they were going. Once in the attic, Stark turned on a light to reveal a techno-geek's wet dream. If the bas.e.m.e.nt had been a command center, this was the mother of all command centers.

Computer after computer booted up.

"I don't understand," Bunny said, trying to count the number of screens lining the walls.

"It's my doomsday room. I set this system up, routed it through Thailand, and have never used it since. This baby is virgin. No IP addresses. No browsing history. No cookies."

You know what? If Davidson weren't just so d.a.m.ned sweet, Bunny might have learned to love the geeks.

Even Davidson could hear the squawk of the air traffic controller through Lopez's earphones. Although, to be perfectly honest, Davidson was pretty dang sure the corporal was enjoying the berating. How often did Lopez get to use his colorful Spanish language on someone who actually understood him?

"What's happening?" Rebecca asked from the seat behind. Brandt still hadn't popped an eye open, although Davidson knew the sergeant was wide-awake.

"It sounds like air traffic control is trying to wave us off because our plane is too big," Lopez reported.

Rebecca looked back over her shoulder from the first-cla.s.s section to the hundred-plus empty seats behind them. At the time, ditching their small prop plane and stealing a Boeing 747 that was scheduled for maintenance in Athens, Greece, seemed like a great idea. It hadn't occurred to anyone that the closet airport to the northern region of Spain would be a small regional airport.

Although, the more he thought on it, the more Davidson began to wonder if Lopez in fact did know this information. Because, come on, they weren't being shot at. There was no bizarre weather disturbance, and Brandt had forced the corporal to fly at "regular" speed. Lopez had bellyached the whole way about the embarra.s.singly long flight time.

So the only way Lopez could make this one-on-a-scale-of-ten routine flight into an eight was to increase the difficulty of the landing.

And trying to set down a jumbo jet on a tiny airstrip might just do it.

With the c.o.c.kpit door propped open, Davidson could hear Talli complain, "They're saying if we try to land, we're going to crack the pavement and go nose first into the ground."

"Sure," Lopez agreed, "if they were flying the plane."

Lopez hit the mic and threw out a string of what Davidson could only imagine were choice Spanish curse words. For once, he was glad he wasn't fluent in the language.

Vakasa pointed out the window as the Pyrenesse Mountains came into view. She clapped loudly, pointing and speaking in her catch-as-catch-can manner.

He didn't think he needed to translate. She liked mountains, that was pretty clear.

"Aren't we coming in a bit fast?" Rebecca asked. "And steep?"

"I think that's part of the deal," Levont said, grinning ear to ear.

Rebecca was right, though. Davidson rose and made his way to the c.o.c.kpit.

"Lopez," he tried to reason, "there's having fun, and there is unnecessary risk."

The corporal shrugged him off too. "Says the guy who was outside the Sphinx when it came down."

There was no more time to argue, as wind screeched as the flaps went up, finally slowing them-some.

"Come to Papa!"

Davidson braced himself as the plane leveled out for a split second, the ground rushing up at them. Then Lopez brought the plane's nose up. He tugged hard on the yoke. Was he trying to land them on their tail?

Hysterics with rolled r's and lispy s's spewed from the radio. They were tilted so far up Davidson couldn't even see the ground anymore. Then their back tires made contact with the ground, but Lopez kept enough thrust that they were literary wheeling down the road rather than landing. Slowly, the corporal lowered the front tire.

And that was it. They were out of the air and on the ground. They had barely felt it. Davdison looked back out of a window. Not even a scratch on the runway.

"Um, Lopez," Talli said in his "I'm panicking but trying not to seem like I'm panicking" voice, "this isn't a very long runway."

Talli was right. Sure, they were on the ground. However, they were rolling down the runway at breakneck speeds. Literally break their necks if they hit the retaining wall at the end of the runway.

"No," Lopez admitted as he put the flaps up farther and tapped the breaks. "No, it's not."

If the corporal tried any harder to stall their speed, he could end up putting them nose first into the runway, which, of course, was not ideal. Behind him, Davidson could hear Rebecca getting Vakasa into crash position.

Which was what Davidson should have been doing, only he had a fascination with watching Lopez work his magic. As the plane shimmied around them, Lopez worked the flaps, the brakes, and the radio all at once.

"Here's for nothing!" Lopez said as he turned the plane. The craft careened for a moment, then fell into sharp left turn, which evolved into a full-on spin. They doughnuted down the short runway. The smell of burning rubber filled the air. Then they were out of rubber, as the metal axels screamed against the runway.

That wall was still coming up fast. Then Lopez put the flaps up full. Their last wide arc brought them around to the wall. With an almost gentle tap, the wing hit the wall, then they stopped.

For a moment, no one moved. Then Lopez whooped.

"That is how it is done!" The corporal turned to Levont. "Well? Did you get it?"

"Duh, man," Levont answered as he lifted the camera for all to see.

Davidson sat back in his seat. That was quite the introduction to the Basque region.

CHAPTER 21.

Basque Region 1:36 p.m. (CEST, Central European Standard Time) As the SUV revved up the mountain, Rebecca settled in for the long drive. Even though they had landed in San Sebastian, they were still a good three and a half hours out from the Basque village of Lennore. Vakasa seemed to understand this was going to be a haul and snuggled up against her leg, folding her hands on Rebecca's thigh to act as a pillow.

The scenery was magnificent, rich and lush and rocky and mountainous all at once. It was the variation that Rebecca had come to identify with Spain in general. So many different types of terrain, all existing in a s.p.a.ce that you could fit inside of Texas and rattle around. It was astonishing, really. Those extremes could often be found right next to, or even right on top of, one another.

Rebecca put her hand on the little girl's shoulder. As Vakasa drifted off to sleep, her lips formed a lazy smile. Rebecca glanced up to find Brandt equally ready to nap.

"Are you sure that you don't want me to explain why Basque? Why this village?"

Her fiance didn't even crack his eyes open. "Nope."

Still, Rebecca tried again. "Not any historical context of the region or how it impacts Vakasa?"

"Still nope," Brandt stated, then turned his head to the side, resting it against the SUV's door jam.

She should have seen it as a sign of trust and respect. Unfortunately, Rebecca wasn't all that sure she had it right. Without a sounding board, talking it out, she was getting more and more anxious that she had missed something. And when you were talking about millennia-old mysteries, missing something pretty much meant you were screwed.

h.e.l.l, she'd even take Bunny right about now, but they were still under radio silence. After contacting Bunny and giving them the cursory details, all electronics had been abandoned and new ones bought at the airport.

"You guys are kidding me, right?" Levont asked from the backseat.

The rest of the men shook their heads. Talli even snorted. "Get some sleep while you can."

"Sleep?" Levont questioned. "I don't want to blink around you guys." He glanced to Rebecca. "Ma'am, if you are game, I would love to know what's going on."

Rebecca smiled. It had been a long time since she'd been called ma'am. It felt kind of good. "All right, then. What do you know of the Basque region?"

"Wait," Levont said, his easy grin fading, "is this going to be a quiz?"

"I am a professor first and foremost," Rebecca confirmed. How she loved a fresh new mind to explore.

"Um, well..." Levont fumbled a bit, then found his intellectual footing. The guy looked like a brute linebacker, but she knew he could speak five different languages and had proven himself incredibly bright and flexible in the field. And how she wished she'd only known that from Brandt's stories. Rebecca had experienced it firsthand.

"All right," Levont said, starting slowly, then gaining speed. "The Basque region is known for its hyper-patriotism. It is now an autonomous state within Spain after a pretty brutal road to independence. A lot of which would put the IRA to shame. But since the accord in the seventies, the violence has died down. The state department lifted a visitors' advisory a decade ago. Now the danger in Spain is the economic crisis and the bands of bandits that have formed to steal from the tourists."

Rebecca shook her head, laughing lightly. "That would be an awesome briefing for the team. However, what I am looking for is why the Basque people are so nationalistic? Why they wanted their own government? Why we are here?"

"Oh, c.r.a.p..."

"Ha!" Lopez announced from the driver's seat. "Even I know that one."

Rebecca knew she looked skeptical, but come on, this was Lopez. He probably knew the driving time between each and every city, town, and village, but their history? That would be a first.

"Enlighten us, then," Rebecca encouraged.

Lopez glanced to her in the rearview mirror. "I shall, little missy." The corporal took in a deep breath before starting. "Okay, the Basque people have been settled in the region for like...ever. At least ten thousand years, which makes them the longest continuous European population. So they are kind of proud of that. Like, super proud of that. They have their own language that pre-dates any others in the region and is more like Arabic than Spanish. So they pretty much figured they should have their own government as well."

"A-plus," Rebecca commended. "And how did the Basques avoid being a.s.similated into all of the conquering nations that swept through Europe over the ages?"

Lopez nodded out the window at the steep cliffs rising up around them. "These mountains, darlin'. Geographical isolation. It was just too hard or expensive to mount a campaign up here."

"Like I said, A-plus." Rebecca smiled as Lopez beamed. "Now the bonus round. What does that have to do with Vakasa?"

At that, Lopez frowned. "No clue."

Before Rebecca could answer, Talli stirred in his seat. "All right, let me give a stab at it."

She was as surprised as the rest of the car that Talli was contributing. He'd been fairly withdrawn this mission, more than usual.

"Christianity," he stated. Off her nod, he continued. "Strangely, this region was the first to be evangelicized as early as the five hundreds yet resisted the new faith more than any other population."

"Whoa there, chico." Lopez chuckled. "This area is hardcore Catholic."

"If you'd let me finish," Talli retorted, "I was going to say, once they adopted Catholicism, however, they took to it like fish to water."

"All right, then," Lopez answered, seeming satisfied.

"And what does that have to do with Vakasa?" Rebecca asked Talli. The man squirmed a bit. Because he didn't know the answer or didn't want to speak it?"

Davidson spared Talli Rebecca's expectant glare.

"The Black Madonna," Davidson stated.

Rebecca grinned. "Exactly."

Levont looked from Rebecca to the little girl curled up on her lap. "I don't get it. I mean, I get it. She's supposed to be the Messiah, and she's black-and representing, I might add-but..."

Davidson's eyes flicked over to Rebecca. She didn't seem nearly as confident about this aspect as she had the rest. He stepped into the silence. "The Black Madonnas are revered by some and dismissed by others."