They passed the door to the seventeenth floor in twelve seconds, and made it to eighteen a second faster. As they reached the halfway point to nineteen, they heard a door open below them.
Omar and Sealy, in flank position, leaned over the railing.
“Company,” Omar said.
“Introduce yourselves,” Ash instructed.
The two men aimed their rifles downward and fired.
Kleinman had been on the twenty-first floor, just starting his breakfast, when the alarm had gone off. He had immediately called security control and been informed someone had entered NB016. When Evra said the unidentified individuals were in the west stairwell, Kleinman had hung up and called the barracks on the twentieth floor.
Not counting himself and the two in the security monitoring room, only eleven security officers were at NB016. Usually, there were three times that number, but Vintner’s strike team had been sent out by the director on a mission to God knew where. Kleinman would have vehemently opposed the move if he’d known ahead of time. While his men were well trained, their main purpose was to be a visible presence that deterred potential subversive behavior. Large-scale confrontations were always meant to be handled by Vintner and his people.
“Sorenson,” said the man answering the barracks phone.
“Get everyone to the west stairwell, stat. We have intruders. Consider them armed. Stop them before they get past you!”
“Yes, sir.”
Kleinman rushed to the nearest elevator and used his override code to bring the nearest car straight to him. As he rode it up the one flight to twenty-two, his phone rang. Not surprisingly, the caller ID read DIRECTOR JOHNSON.
He accepted the call. “I’m on my way up,” he said, and then disconnected before she could respond.
The moment the doors parted, he rushed down the hall to the main control center.
“Mr. Kleinman,” Director Johnson said as he came through the door. “I do not appreciate being—”
“Ma’am, with all due respect, we are in an emergency situation. We have intruders in the building, heading up the west stairwell at this moment.”
She stammered for a second before saying, “You need to send your men to stop them.”
“What do you think I was doing when you tried to call me before? The problem is, we don’t know who these people are or what they are capable of. My men will do what they can, but dealing with this kind of situation is not what they were trained to do.”
“They need to stop them. That’s their job!”
As much as he wanted to point out it was not their job but Vintner’s, he didn’t. “I recommend we prepare for the possibility of sealing off the floor.”
It would be a permanent action rendering NB016 unusable, but it would cut off all access from within the building to the twenty-second floor and protect those who were already there. Their only way out would be from the roof by helicopter, something that would have to wait until Vintner returned, but if they needed to activate the option, at least Director Johnson would be safe.
“Don’t wait,” she ordered. “Initiate it now.”
Kleinman frowned. This wasn’t a decision to be taken lightly. “I think we should wait until we know a little—”
“I said now!”
The Resistance team made it only a few steps past nineteen when the door to twenty opened above. Both Ash and Chloe began firing, driving whoever had been coming through back the other way.
The two of them rushed up until they had a better angle on the door, and fired at it again as the team ran behind them and continued up. After the last person had passed, Ash and Chloe followed, their eyes still on the door, ready to shoot at the slightest sign of motion. But those on the other side had apparently been dissuaded from making another attempt to enter at the moment.
Ash tapped Omar on the shoulder, passing the responsibility of watching the rear back to him, and then Ash and Chloe squeezed by the column and retook their position at the top.
As they approached the landing for the twenty-first floor, a loud metallic groan screamed from farther above.
“What the hell is that?” someone whispered.
Unsure, Ash raced ahead toward twenty-two, but jammed to a stop half a flight past the twenty-first floor.
A few feet below, where the twenty-second-floor landing should have been, was a solid steel ceiling.
25
Martina Gable lifted Ben’s arm off her shoulder and slipped out of bed. She’d been trying to fall back asleep for the last hour, but finally realized it wasn’t going to happen. At most, she’d slept for three hours, but that would have to do.
Finding Ben had been her main focus since her family had died from the flu. Her search had been aided by her closest friends, friends she had unintentionally become separated from along the way.
Her lack of intention to ditch them didn’t make her guiltless, though. They were missing because of Martina’s unwavering focus on finding Ben. She had sped away, chasing the woman who had taken Ben’s car, and hadn’t even checked to see where Noreen and Riley and Craig were.
She had to find them. She had to make amends.
From her pack, she pulled out a semi-clean shirt and a bar of soap she’d been carrying around, and headed to the bathroom. She did her best to make as little noise as possible, but it was difficult to keep her shoes from squeaking on the concrete walkway that ran behind the Loge section of Dodger Stadium.
There were no lights on in the bathroom but the water was still running, so she cleaned herself in the dark, changed her shirt, and threw the one she’d been wearing in the trash.
Though the dorm buildings in the survival station holding areas down on the stadium field would have been perfectly safe now to use, no one had wanted to stay in them. Instead, mattresses had been pulled off bunks and dragged up the stairs to the walkway, where everyone spread out into smaller groups.
Martina, Ben, and the Ridgecrest girls who had been imprisoned there had stuck together. When Martina returned from the bathroom, she expected them all to be still asleep but they were already up, getting their stuff together.
“What are you guys doing?” she whispered to prevent disturbing the other groups farther down the walkway.
“What do you think we’re doing?” Jilly said. “We’re coming with you.”
“Coming with me?”
“You’re going out to find Noreen and Riley and Craig, aren’t you?” Valerie said.
Before falling asleep, the group had talked about finding the three missing friends, but Martina had secretly decided it was her responsibility and no one else’s. She had planned to go alone, her penance for her earlier neglect.
“Yeah,” she said.
“Well, then, what’s the problem?”
Tears gathered in her eyes as she shook her head. “Nothing.” As she turned for her bag, she realized someone was missing. “Where’s Ben?”
Jilly chuckled. “Where do you think? He’s finding us a ride.”
“Dammit,” Pax grumbled when he heard the motorcycles start up.
He instantly knew what was going on. Martina Gable and her friends were undoubtedly heading out to look for the lost members of their group. He could sympathize, and would have done the same himself under the circumstances, but what would happen after they found their friends?
The living needed to stick together, but these kids were leaving without having any way to contact Pax or the Resistance.