The Betrayed Series: Ultimate Omnibus Collection Part 160

His throat squeezed off, betrayed him. How many ways could they have died in the past week? What would next week bring? Brandt went to explain, but Rebecca seemed to get it.

"What about your family?" she asked. "A big church wedding?"

Brandt stroked her hair back. "We'll put on a dog and pony show from them, but I want us...I want to be your husband. Today."

She searched his eyes a moment as if testing to see how serious he was. She must have liked what she found, as her lips curled up into a grin. "All right, then," Rebecca said, turning to the rest of the group. "Looks like we need to find ourselves a rabbi or priest or-"

"Look for?" Lopez scoffed. "You've got me."

Brandt frowned at his corporal. "Lopez..."

"What?" he said. "I'm ordained in eight countries, Israel being one of them."

"I don't think-"

Lopez overrode him. "We can do this right here. Right now. 'Not another minute' and all that, right?"

Good to know Lopez was also as proficient at eavesdropping as he was at driving.

"You've got your maid of honor and best man..." Bunny added.

"I appreciate the thought, but-"

Rebecca took his hand, though. "I think we should."

He looked to her. She looked tired, drained, yet strangely happy. "This is your wedding day, Rebecca. We should at least go into town. Get a dress and-"

"Brandt," she said softly, "we aren't shiny, happy people." She indicated to the rough countryside around them. "For better or worse, this is who you and I are." She gestured to the others. "Who we are."

"If you are good to go," Brandt said, raising his hands in mock defeat, "I'm good."

And he was. Despite everything that had happened, with Rebecca in his arms, he was good.

Rebecca held Brandt's hand as Lopez continued on with the wedding ceremony. The moment was surreal with the volcano simmering in the background. Still, her hand shook. This was certainly not the wedding of her dreams. The pictures were going to be a bit...odd, but unique.

She wouldn't have it any other way.

"All right," Lopez said. "Let's get to the good part." He looked to Brandt. "Sergeant Vincent Paul Brandt, do you take this incredibly hot paleo-DNA-archeologist for your wife?"

Even Brandt cracked a smile at that. "I do."

Lopez turned to her. "Chica, I am not sure what he's got that I don't."

"Ricky," Rebecca warned.

"What? I'm just saying you've got options."

She just glared at him.

He smiled broadly. "All right, all right. Rebecca Elaine Monroe, do you take Mr. Pecs over here for your husband?"

"I most certainly do."

"Cool," Lopez said. "You many now kiss the bride."

Their lips met tenderly at first. So much had happened that they both seemed hesitant. Could one grieve and still love? Apparently, they could, as the kiss warmed. Brandt put his arm around her back, pulling them close. Her hands found his chest, gripping at his shirt, narrowing the s.p.a.ce between them ever further.

"Yeah," Lopez announced, "it's like thirty-five miles to a find a room for you two, so why don't you dial it back a notch?"

They broke off the kiss, chuckling. They should have known what they were getting when they agreed for the corporal to officiate.

Bunny embraced her. "Congratulations."

Davidson went to shake Brandt's hand, but he pulled the younger man into a bear hug, clapping him on the back. Behind them, the volcano bellowed and lava danced in the air, then slowly streaked down the side, cooling as it went, turning into black gla.s.s before their eyes.

She hugged Brandt. No, she hugged her husband.

As the rest watched the sight, Rebecca's eyes slid to the east. To Vakasa. She hoped that the little girl was looking down upon them. Rebecca knew that she'd sworn off religious controversy before, but this time she was serious.

Now she had too much to lose. Too much to live for.

Epilogue.

Undisclosed Location Undisclosed Time Vakasa awoke slowly. She did not force her eyes open. Did the stars rush to shine at night? Did the sun hurry to rise? She let her senses drift, a.s.sessing her new abode. The smell of dirt was strong. Vakasa didn't mind. She liked the scent. It reminded her of home. Her tongue, though, was thick in her mouth, dry and tasteless. She cracked her eyes open, to find complete darkness.

It did not scare her. She was born in darkness so was not surprised to awaken in darkness.

Her fingertips felt rough wood beneath her. They moved to her dress, a tightly woven cotton fabric. She hoped it was orange. Wouldn't that be something? She smiled at the thought of an orange dress.

Taking another deep breath, Vakasa relished several other scents. Flowers, she thought.

She was reminded of G.o.d's grace. She had always felt His touch. Even as she was birthed, she'd felt it. Even as her mother gave up her life to bring Vakasa into the world, she had felt it. G.o.d's love was in each leaf of a tree. Each breath of air.

The love of mankind, though, had not been so clear. The cruelty she had witnessed? The needless pain that man dealt to himself? She had always tried to see past it, to see through to their hearts. She had not been successful.

Until the man with the strong arms and the woman with the kind smile.

She did not have to search hard to see their compa.s.sion.

Their love, though? Ah, their caring was tangible as her fingers moved to her side. The presents the woman had given proved that mankind's love could be as precious as G.o.d's.

Vakasa clicked on the first gift from Rebecca. A flashlight.

The second?

A shovel.

MAYHEM.

CHAPTER 1.

Brandt dangled off the end of his line, the only thing stopping him from plummeting a good thousand feet from the cliff. Lightning flashed in the distance as thunder rumbled. A heavy, steady rain had been falling all day.

"Sorry, boss," Lopez said.

It had been the corporal who had slipped, nearly plummeting to his death. It had been Brandt to catch him before they slammed into the rock face. Only then had Brandt lost his grip on his carabiner.

"Just glad it wasn't me," Rebecca, his wife, said. So weird to think of her as his wife. They'd only been married a few weeks and the notion was still trying to sink in.

"This had better be the place," Brandt grumbled as he righted himself and climbed back up into formation.

"The Disciple you caught was pretty chatty," Rebecca said.

"It's the place," Lopez said. "He's being kept here."

Lopez had never accepted that Levont had died. No body, no funeral had been the mantra. There had been a Disciple helicopter in the area. It was conceivable that Levont had been taken by the religious fanatics. Then, when they captured a Disciple outside of Prague who had suggested the point man was alive? Lopez hadn't shut up since.

Unfortunately, hoping that Levont was alive and Levont actually being alive were two different things. They had already raided three different safe houses only to come up empty.

Brandt wanted to get his point man back or, more likely, to give Levont's parents some closure. However, if this location didn't pan out, he was going to have to pull the plug on this wild goose chase until they had some hard intel.

A Disciple trying to get out from under a death sentence clearly wasn't enough.

Brandt caught Rebecca's eye. "You really think we're going to find a Disciple stronghold in a Buddhist temple in Thailand?"

Rebecca shrugged. "There is a strong Jewish tradition in the area."

He put up a hand to stop her from going on. She would list the number of temples and synagogues in the area, and Brandt had already given the green light for the mission. He did not need to hear it again. Hence why they were climbing up the back of the mountain.

Of course, there were steps that rose up the other side of the mountain, but those would be guarded. The backside, however, climbing up and out of the jungle? Not so much. Or, at least, that is what they hoped.

A huge gilded Buddha looked down upon them, as if frowning at their intrusion. Brandt however didn't feel like the real Buddha would be any too thrilled that one of his temples was being used as a cover for the Disciples, though. Brandt didn't know much about Buddhism, but he doubted the guy would have appreciated the Disciples' brutal methods.

"Slow and steady, Lopez," Brandt reminded his corporal as they climbed back into position.

"Yes, I want you around when I screw myself out of a job," Prenner, their new point man, said. He wasn't wrong. Not that Brandt thought that Prenner would mind all that much. He'd only taken the job because he had the clearance and the training. Prenner was on a career track up the chain of command, and probably only viewed this time in the field as a favor.

"If, of course, you survive," Lopez said. Their team did have a bit of a bad reputation and life expectancy for point men. Hopefully, that streak ended today.

"Let's be optimistic," Brandt said as Lopez took his place, "and move out again."

Before resuming his ascent, Brandt glanced over his shoulder to the thick jungle that surrounded the mountain. Davidson was out there somewhere, waiting for the signal to provide sniper support. Brandt hoped they wouldn't need it. However, he was usually disappointed each time.

"Great honeymoon," Rebecca said, as she wiped her brow of sweat.

"I know how to treat a lady," Brandt replied.

That was the best part about Rebecca. Not only did she not complain that he had to go to Thailand, but she had insisted on coming. Knowing his team, while chasing the Disciples, they would find some ancient text that needed ASAP translating.

And that was his girl.

She beamed back at him. "It'll be good to have the band back together."

"Yes, it will," Brandt agreed, noticing that climbing up behind Rebecca had some extra bonuses. Maybe they could make a stop off at the Krabi peninsula for some actual R&R. "But this Buddhist temple isn't going to get climbed on its own."

"Technically, it is a Taoist temple," a voice in his ear reminded him. Bunny. She and Stark, their new technical support team, were back in DC, monitoring the area from a satellite in geo-synchronized orbit.

"Whichever, it is a d.a.m.ned hard climb," Lopez complained from above.

"Move it, Talli," Rebecca teased.

"Ouch, that hurt," Lopez said, clutching his heart. "Am I really complaining that much?"

"Yes," both she and Brandt said at the same time.

Prenner moved them out, setting quite the pace up the slick vertical surface. Even Brandt was a bit winded after that climb. Stepping out onto the ledge, Brandt was brought face to face with a golden Buddha, his belly sticking out into Brandt's face. There was a small ledge around the statue, where everyone waited for him to bring up the rear.

"Bunny, you're sure this is the wall?"

"All I can say is behind that wall is a heat signature that hasn't moved from the room in the last forty-eight hours," Bunny replied.

"Do it," Brandt instructed Prenner. The man rapidly smeared the wall behind the Buddha with C-4. "Secure yourselves," he ordered the rest of them.

While directional, the blast would still rock this little alcove, and he didn't want any of them flinging off the side of the cliff. Especially not his bride.