Clay stared back for a moment before dropping his head. There was a small pool of blood on the floor beneath him. Drops farther out that indicated he had been bleeding from his head somewhere.
Qin crossed his arms and smiled at Clay. His injured hand had now been professionally dressed. “Finally, you’re awake.”
Two more soldiers appeared and stood quietly behind Qin.
“I was afraid at first that they’d killed you.”
Clay opened his mouth to speak and immediately felt a jolt of pain in his jaw. “Lucky me.”
“I guess Navy SEALs come with a certain amount of durability.”
Clay didn’t answer. Instead he simply watched, weakly, as Qin stepped closer, examining him.
“And a sense of humor. Mister John Clay.”
“Where’s Li Na?”
“Oh, don’t worry. We’ll get to her. As you can see,” Qin said, stepping to the side and turning to view the body. “We’ve already gotten to your friend, Tang. Unfortunately, he was not as durable. Or as helpful.”
Qin motioned to another soldier who appeared and handed Li Na’s metal case to him. He took it and cracked it open, looking inside. “You’ve come a long way for something so small. But now, as you can see, it’s mine.” He closed the case again. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re upset you lost it. It’s understandable. But you should be happy. Because this case is now your relief. Your salvation.”
Clay’s voice was low. “Yippee.”
Qin placed it on the floor and put his hands behind his back. “Tell me what it is inside, and I’ll make the ending for you… comfortable. If not, we’ll all make this the worst exit you can possibly imagine.”
Clay struggled to focus on Qin through the pain. He tried to raise one of his knees to stand but groaned and slumped back to the floor. His leg was broken.
“I wouldn’t try standing if I were you.” He watched Clay drop his head again. “You have to know that this will be your last day alive. There’s no way back. And if your own death isn’t enough of an incentive for you, let’s not forget our young Li Na.”
Clay closed his eyes. His breathing was shallow as he tried to think through the pain. The man was right. There was no way out. Even if there were, he could barely move. Tang was dead. And Clay had no link back to Borger. Whatever help he might provide Li Na would have to be through his cooperation.
If Qin didn’t understand what was inside the case, he would soon. They would analyze it and figure it out. Unless Qin didn’t want to. Analyzing meant relinquishing the case and its contents to someone else. Which meant they too would find out.
Qin clearly wanted to know what was inside, but Clay doubted Qin would even let these two soldiers remain in the room. A secret like that would be hard to keep. If anyone understood that, Clay did. And the best secrets were best kept only when everyone else was dead.
Qin would find out, one way or another. But did the man know that some of it was already in Li Na? It was possible he still hadn’t made the connection with Li Na yet. Which would leave him only what was left in the case.
Clay wasn’t sure how much Qin knew, but he suspected the man didn’t understand exactly what he had stumbled onto. Wei’s discovery was one thing. What was still in South America was another.
But some secrets were too important to give up. Some were even worth dying for. What General Wei had sent from South America was something everyone would eventually go after. Something millions would kill for, whether they believed in its effects or not. And now, there in the warehouse, the only person standing in the way of all of it… was Clay.
With his eyes closed, he never saw the anger suddenly swell in Qin’s eyes nor his step forward driving a boot into Clay’s midsection. He only felt the impact when two of his ribs broke.
Clay’s eyes shot open and rolled back as he gasped in agony.
“Tell me!” Qin yelled, just inches from his face. “Tell me, or I promise you, this is just the beginning.”
Clay fought again to focus through the pain. To focus on Qin and his cold dark eyes. He had to stop it here. It was bigger than Clay. Bigger than Li Na. This was about the future of the human race and a potential level of greed unmatched throughout all of history.
He continued staring at Qin, trying to come to peace with the inevitability of his own death. And the hope that it would serve a bigger purpose. He thought first of Caesare, then Borger and Admiral Langford. They would have to keep the secret safe now.
Finally, as the pain once again began to overwhelm his concentration, Clay’s thoughts focused on Alison. A girl unlike any other he’d met.
And the woman he was sure he would have spent the rest of his life with.
80
There was no other way to describe Admiral Langford’s face than “frightening.” With eyes ablaze and teeth clenched, he stormed down the wide hallway with a look that made several people jump out of his way. His feet marched deliberately over the carpeted floor, heading for a large office with closed doors.
The secretary outside leaped to her feet but was too late. When he reached the double doors, Langford forced them open, slamming them hard against the inside walls.
In the middle of the room, standing next to a large window, CIA Director Andrew Hayes barely looked back over his shoulder.
“You’re wasting your time, Langford.”
“The hell I am!”
Behind them, Hayes’ secretary nervously grabbed both doors and pulled them closed.
The director turned around. “It’s not going to happen. You don’t have authority over me or this agency and you know it. Besides, you’re not the first one to storm in here and start making demands. It didn’t work for them and it sure as hell isn’t going to work for you. I suggest you turn around and leave with whatever credibility you have left.”
“I don’t give a damn about credibility! But mark my words, you are going to do this.”
Hayes smirked. “Is that so?” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and smugly returned to his desk, which he circled before sitting down. “According to who? You? You barely have the authority to get inside this building. We’re everywhere, Admiral. We know everything. Including all about the disappearance of your man Clay. And I’m not about to compromise the power of this entire agency, of the entire country, to save your boy scout.” He picked up a mug from his desk and took a sip. “It’s too late anyway.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Neither do you. But we’re not going to give everything up for someone who’s probably already dead.”
Langford leaned angrily onto the desk. “Now you listen and you listen good-”
“No!” interrupted Hayes. He bolted out of his chair and stared icily at Langford. “In case you’re not aware, this is a big goddamn deal! I told you it’s NOT going to happen, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it!”
They both stood, staring at each other in silence, when the phone on Hayes’ desk beeped. The voice of his secretary spoke over the intercom.
“Sir, I have an important call for you.”
Hayes kept his eyes on Langford. “Take a message.”
“Um, I can’t, sir.”
The director peered down at his phone. “What the hell does that mean?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she simply said, “I’m putting it through.”
The next voice was deep and immediately recognizable. “Hayes, it’s Carr. Is Langford already there?”
The look on the man’s face froze. It took him several seconds to reply and he did so while glaring across his desk at Langford. “Yes, Mr. President… he’s here.”