The Chemist Part 29

Well, Kevin was alive. She supposed that was good news. Except someone was going to have to tell him his retirement arrangements were gone and his friend was dead.

"What are you going to do?" Daniel asked. "Tell me the plan so I know what to watch for."

"You're going to ram through the gate, if they closed it. That will get their attention. We'll tweak the plan if there are more than four waiting. You accelerate up to the house, then turn right so that your side of the vehicle is exposed. Four or less, you slow down, but don't stop. I'll slide out. Hopefully, they'll stay focused on you. Keep going a few yards, then stop driving and start shooting. I'll hit them from the side. You shoot to kill. I will try to get someone down that I can still talk to. I'm hoping that somebody is pa.s.sed out in my room upstairs, too. I'll take Einstein to keep the other dogs off me. Khan stays with you. If they hole up in the house, I'll get back in and we'll come in through the wall."

"I can see the gate. It's open."

"Punch it up to the house."

He accelerated.

"Lights!" he told her in the same moment she saw them. Headlights coming up the road toward them, moving closer fast.

"Goggles off! New plan. Hit them. Hard. Roll right over them if you can. Brace yourself, don't lose control of the car."

She grabbed the dash with one hand, her seat with the other. Daniel shoved the goggles to his forehead and floored the gas pedal. She wished there was a way to secure the dogs. They were going to feel this.

The other car didn't react to their charge until the last second, like maybe its occupants had been watching behind them rather than out front. Or maybe, with the headlights and running lights off and the matte-black paint, the Humvee was mostly invisible in the night.

It was a midsize SUV, white. Once he saw them, the driver veered off to Alex's right. Daniel jerked the wheel right and the Humvee plowed into the pa.s.senger side of the SUV with a deafening shriek of tearing metal and the explosive pop of safety gla.s.s crumpling. The dogs flew forward; a shower of metallic clanks and jangles sounded while Khan's body crashed heavily into the back of both the driver's and the pa.s.senger's seats. Alex's head whipped forward but missed the dashboard by inches when the seat belt yanked her back. The SUV flew a few feet away, tottered on two wheels for a second, then smashed, driver-side-first, into the ground. The pa.s.senger-side headlight burst with another explosion of gla.s.s. Khan and Einstein whimpered, falling back to the floor.

"Again!" she yelled.

Daniel slammed the front of the Humvee into the undercarriage of the SUV. Metal protested and squealed. The SUV slid across the flat yard like it weighed no more than a cardboard box. She could see they weren't going to be able to roll it. There was nothing to push it against, just the endless gra.s.s.

"Cover me." She snagged the goggles off his head. "Use the nightscope on the rifle. Einstein, come!"

Alex didn't wait for a response. She was out of the Humvee before it was totally stopped. Einstein's toenails scrabbled against the back of her wet jeans as he hurried to join her. She had to move fast, before the men in the car could recover from the impact. Before they could get their automatic weapons back into play.

She ran straight for the windshield, Glock held tight in both hands. She was better with the SIG Sauer, but this was going to be extremely close up and she would probably want to ditch the gun afterward.

Everything was incredibly clear through the lenses, bright green with vibrant contrasts. The driver-side headlight was still on but buried in the ground so it emitted only a low hazy glow in the dust they'd churned up. The windshield frame was entirely empty, and she could see two men in the front seats, two deflated airbags from the initial impact hanging across the hood. The driver was a b.l.o.o.d.y mess, the top of his head pressing tight against the side-door frame, his thick neck bent at an impossible angle. She could see one eye open, staring sightlessly at her. He looked young, early twenties, with ruddy skin, light hair, and the kind of over-built anatomy that screamed steroids. He might have been an agent, except the rest of his look was wrong. His hair was about eight inches long and there was an ostentatious diamond stud in the one earlobe she could see. She would bet he was hired muscle. He didn't look like he'd been a decision maker.

The pa.s.senger was moving, his head wobbling confusedly as if he were just coming around. He was older than the other, maybe midthirties, and swarthy, with a thick three-day growth on his cheeks, burly through the middle in the way that men who lifted the really heavy weights sometimes were. She'd bet he was a bull on his feet. He was wearing a well-fitting shiny suit that seemed inappropriate for this kind of operation but rang a few bells for her. Still strapped in his seat, he was right about at her eye level. She approached swiftly and jammed the barrel of her gun into his forehead, glancing down to see what his hands were doing. They were currently empty and limp.

"Are you in charge?" she demanded.

"Huh?" he moaned.

"Who is your boss?"

"Accident. We've been in an accident, Officer," he told her, blinking into the dark. His eyes seemed to be moving just slightly out of sync with each other.

She modified her approach, pulling the gun back and softening her voice. "Help is coming. I need to know how many of you there are."

"Uh, six..."

That meant there were four more, possibly heading out toward the sound of the crash right now. At least the dogs were beginning to congregate around her, all of them on silent mode thanks to Einstein's presence. She wondered if they would have remembered her if she were alone.

"Sir?" she asked, trying to imagine how a cop would speak to someone in a car accident. "Where are the others?"

"Hitchhikers," he said, his rolling eyes starting to move more purposefully. "The others are hitchhikers. We picked up four men and dropped them off here. Then there were dogs-crazy dogs attacking us. I thought they were going to chew through the tires."

He was gaining more control, spinning the story carefully. He made a fist, then released it. She raised the gun again and kept her eyes on his hands.

"Were these... hitchhikers hurt in the attack?"

"I think so. I think maybe two of them. The others went in the house."

So hopefully there were only two others. But was this the guy in charge? The age was right; however, she'd picked up a few things during her time in Chicago. In an orchestrated hit, usually the guys left in the car were lower on the totem pole. The driver was secondary. The star of the show would be the one the contract was made with. The one with the skills.

"I think I need a doctor," he complained.

"An ambulance is on the way."

The light from the SUV's one surviving headlight was almost entirely blocked by thick gra.s.s and settling dirt, but there was enough that his eyes were beginning to adjust. She saw them widen when he abruptly realized there was a gun in his face.

He made a grab inside his jacket. She fired a round into his right shoulder; she didn't want to aim for the hand and take the chance of the bullet pa.s.sing through and into a vital organ. She wasn't done with him yet.

He screamed, and his right arm jerked out in a pained spasm, flinging blood across her neck and chin. The gun he'd been reaching for slipped from his fingers, dropped onto his dead companion's face, then bounced out of the car and against her shoe. She knew it wouldn't be his only weapon, so she aimed down and shot him through the palm of his left hand.

He howled again and struggled against the seat belt as if he were trying to hurl himself through the empty windshield frame at her. Something was wrong with his legs-he couldn't get the purchase he was looking for.

The action had roused the dogs, who were all snarling now. Einstein launched himself at the pa.s.senger side of the car, which was currently the top side. Bracing his paws against the frame of the missing window, he stretched his neck into the SUV and locked his ma.s.sive jaws around the man's right shoulder-the one she'd just shot.

"Get it off me! Get it off me!" the man shrieked in abject terror.

She took advantage of his total distraction to grab the gun at her foot. It was a cheap .38, safety off.

"Einstein, control!" Alex ordered as she straightened. It was the only command she remembered besides escape protocol and at ease, and control seemed closest to what she wanted. Einstein let go of the shoulder but kept his teeth right in the man's face, slavering spots of b.l.o.o.d.y saliva onto his skin.

"Who are you?" the man screamed.

"I'm the person who is going to have this animal chew your face off if you don't tell me what I want to know in the next thirty seconds."

"Keep it away!"

"Who's in charge?"

"Hector! He brought us in!"

"Where is he?"

"In the house! He went in and didn't come out. Angel went in after him and didn't come out. The dogs were going to rip the doors off the car! We bailed!"

"Who was on the sniper rifle? Hector?"

Einstein snapped his teeth inches from the terrified man's nose.

"Yes! Yes!"

She'd never thought of using animals in an interrogation, but Einstein was an unexpectedly effective a.s.set.

"Hector was going to make the hit?"

"Yes!"

"Who was the target?"

"I don't know! We're just supposed to drive and shoot anyone who tried to leave."

"Einstein, get him!" It wasn't the best improv; Einstein's eyes cut over to her, clearly confused. It didn't matter to the man in the SUV.

"No, no!" he screamed. "I swear! Hector didn't tell us. Those Puerto Rican hitters don't tell outsiders anything!"

"How did you find this place?"

"Hector gave us the addresses!"

Plural? "More than one?"

"There were three houses on the list! We did the first one earlier. Hector said it was the wrong place!"

"What did you do there?"

"Hector went in. Five minutes later, he came out. Told us to move on to the next."

"That's all you know?"

"Yes! Yes! Everything!"

She shot him in the head twice with his own gun.

There was a countdown running in her mind. She had no idea how long it had actually taken to release the dogs, float downstream, and load the Humvee. She didn't know when Hector had entered the house or how long it had taken him to get to her room. What she did know was that the pressurized canister of gas she'd left armed there would continue to quietly exude the chemicals it was packed with for about fifteen minutes after someone opened the door. Once the contents ran out, she had maybe thirty minutes more-dependent on the size of the person involved-before the quarry was back on his feet. It was going to be close.

She jumped into the Humvee, holding the door open so Einstein could climb over her. She threw the goggles back to Daniel, getting only one glimpse of his face before she was blind again. All she could see was that his expression was tense.

"Get us to the house. Same plan as before if anyone comes out. Stop far enough back that you can see the sides of the house; watch for someone coming around."

"The dogs will let me know if they see something."

"Right," she agreed. The advantages of the pack were more extensive than she could have antic.i.p.ated.

She removed her PPK and holstered the Glock in its place. She stuck the .38 in her belt, shoved the PPK into the bag at her feet, then dug through that bag, pulling the things she needed by feel. She switched the bulletproof hat for the gas mask, quickly tightened it into place over her mouth and nose, screwed in the filter, then grabbed two more pressurized canisters, zip ties, thin tactical gloves, and her earring box; she stowed them in the pockets of her vest. She extracted the heavy bolt cutters last and stuck them through the belt by the empty holster, one handle inside, one out. Though the cutters were compact for their abilities, the handles still reached nearly to her knee. They would impede her movement a little, but if things went the way she wanted, she would need them.

She didn't have time to think about what Daniel might be processing right now-how he might feel about her killing a helpless man.

The house came into view, all the visible windows downstairs lit. The windows upstairs were blacked out too well for her to be able to tell if the lights were on or not.

"Do you see anyone?"

"A body-over there." Daniel pointed toward the outbuilding.

"We need to make sure he's dead." There were still three men unaccounted for. The fewer breathing, the better her chances.

"I'm pretty sure he is. It looks like he's... in more than one piece." His voice sounded a little hollow.

Hers didn't. "Good."

She couldn't see anyone near the house. They weren't dumb enough to run out and see what was going on, apparently. No silhouettes appeared in the windows. Surely they would have shut off the lights if they were going to shoot from one of them. Maybe upstairs... the windows were so completely covered that she couldn't even tell exactly where they were. Or the blackout treatments had been pulled back and someone was watching from a darkened room.

"Can you see the upstairs windows?"

"They all look covered," Daniel told her.

"Okay, start slowing. Two seconds after we're out, stop and get ready to shoot."

He nodded. "Got it."

"Einstein, come here. Get ready."

Daniel angled the car so that his side was facing into the lights of the house. She hoped she would be invisible on the dark side of the vehicle. She opened the door and slid down toward the slowly moving gra.s.s below. She tried to re-create the move she'd seen in a hundred movies: she fell to her knees, then rolled onto her side as Einstein leaped over her. She was sure she'd done it wrong, but she wouldn't know how wrong until the Survive wore off.

She'd forgotten to tell Daniel to close the door and lock everything down, but it was common sense and he seemed to be thinking quickly tonight. Maybe it was genetics again-he was wired for this kind of situation, just like his brother. Anyway, if someone tried to get into the car, Khan would be waiting. She could imagine what it would feel like if someone who'd already been harried by dozens of attack dogs came face to face with Khan on higher ground in the dark. There was no way this wouldn't affect his aim and reaction time.

Even though she had gloves on, crawling across the gravel would have been excruciating if she hadn't drugged herself up. As she hurried away from the Humvee, she heard the rush of her pack's paws approaching in the dry brush-not just Einstein, but the dozens of other survivors. She'd never had backup like this before. A sniper above would have trouble separating her from the ma.s.s.

She moved into a crouch next to the porch. The Humvee was stopped now. She heard the door slam. A low whimper, quite near her head, made her freeze. The quiet whine happened again. It wasn't a human sound.

She heaved herself up onto the porch, rolled under the banister, and then stayed down, lower than the windows. Lola was there, curled up in the far corner. Alex knew that even injured, Lola would sound the alarm if someone else were close by. She crawled to the dog, her gloved hands slipping against a trail of blood. Lola raised her head half an inch, and her tail lifted for one limp wag.

"It's going to be okay, Lola. I'm coming right back. You hold on, all right?" She caressed the dog's ears once, and Lola panted softly.

Einstein waited in the shadows by the door. Alex crawled to him.

"Stay with Lola, Einstein."

She couldn't interpret the look he gave her. Hopefully he understood. She had to go in alone this time.

If she got through this night alive, she was going to track down a gas mask made for dogs.

Alex crouched beside the door and carefully inserted her earrings. They were out of place-delicate and fussy-next to the rest of her serious gear, but she didn't have time to be worried about appearances and this could very well get physical. She grabbed the bigger canister from the front pocket of her vest, twisted the top off, pulled the door open, and threw it inside.

There was no reaction. No shout or sound of footsteps retreating as the gas filled the room. She waited two seconds, then half stood and ran crouched through the doorway with the Glock in her right hand and the shotgun in her left. She would be clumsy with her left hand, but you didn't need good aim with a gun like this, not in close quarters.

She didn't bother searching the first floor. If someone tried to come after her in the next five minutes and he didn't have a gas mask, he'd be down quick. She played it out in her head as she moved to the stairs. Hector had come inside, searching for Daniel or Kevin or both of them. Because he'd come in alone, she suspected he'd been looking for only two people. With Arnie down, he'd think it was one on one. Still, he must have been very confident in his abilities to go in solo.

He would have had to check all the rooms downstairs. Then he would have tried the doors upstairs.