“Oliver, are you okay?”
“Russians.”
“What?” said Finn.
“Russians,” Stone said again.
“Right. And we killed them all.”
“Not very good Russians,” said Stone. “You would have thought they would have been better.”
They all looked at him.
He stared back. “We went through them very easily. Too easily. They weren’t very good. And I think that was intentional.”
“Why would Friedman hire not very good security?”
“Because she didn’t need the A-team. The B-team was good enough.”
“Good enough for what?” asked Chapman.
“To draw us here. To get us to this spot, in fact. They were expendable. She didn’t care if they died or not. No, I take that back. She wanted them to die.”
Knox said, “But if we killed them, that means they didn’t kill us. How does that get her anywhere?”
“She’s trying to redeem herself to Carlos Montoya. She failed the first time around. But now she’s going again with her backup plan.”
“Backup plan?” exclaimed Knox.
Stone nodded. “You always have a backup plan. And I walked right into it.”
“Into what exactly?” asked Chapman nervously.
“They’re going to find us all here with a pack of Russians.” Stone paused. “And there’s a laboratory back there loaded with new equipment. And I think I know what that new equipment is supposed to represent.”
Chapman was the first to see what he was getting at.
“Not nanobots?”
He nodded. “Yes, nanobots.”
“But the Russians aren’t behind it. I think we clearly established that.”
“But when they find us here with all these dead Russians and a lab full of nanobot research that was probably shipped in from Montoya’s facilities, what do you think the world will think?”
Caleb said nervously, “What exactly do you mean by ‘when they find us here’?”
Finn answered, “We were set up. We were meant to get in here, plow through the Russians and get to this point.”
“Why?” asked Annabelle.
The explosion sounded above them.
It was so powerful it shook the floor. Bits of concrete and a plate of steel fell nearby, making them all jump.
“What the hell was that?” yelled Chapman.
“That,” said Stone, “was the front door being sealed off.”
He grabbed Annabelle’s hand. “Come on.”
They all followed his lead as he guided them back to the main hall and then toward the way he had come in.
“Should we at least see if we can get out the front way?” called out Knox.
His answer came in the form of another explosion that dropped part of the mountain twenty feet behind them, effectively cutting off any access to the front entrance.
They all ran harder.
The mountain was trembling now, as one precision explosion after another detonated.
“The whole mountain is going to come down on us,” screamed Annabelle.
“No it won’t,” said Stone as they raced along. “Just enough to kill us. But she has to allow them to be able to get in and find the pieces of evidence she wants to be found.”
“That bitch!” screamed Chapman as another bomb detonated in front of them, causing Stone to veer off to the left with the others right behind.
“Oliver, what about the way you came in?” called out Finn. “She might not know about that.”
“She does know about it but we’ve got no choice,” Stone replied.
A section of wall toppled over, nearly crushing Caleb. However, Finn and Knox pulled him to safety with a second to spare. But Caleb moaned and clutched his shoulder where a chunk of rock had struck.
Finn pulled open his shirt and shone a light on him. “Collarbone’s cracked. But you’re okay. Collarbone’s the fail-safe. It breaks so another more important part doesn’t.”
“Makes me feel so much better,” groaned Caleb.
When Stone reached the kitchen area he stopped and stared helplessly at what was in front of him. Friedman had been ahead of him on this too. She’d collapsed the entrance to the back of the kitchen with a thick wall of debris that had cascaded down from a charge no doubt having been placed in a perfect spot to accomplish this. And even if they dug through that, Stone knew they would just confront another, even thicker wall of rubble. Friedman would have seen to that.
She did her homework.
He briefly wondered how long ago she had had Murder Mountain ready to go. And was she somewhere nearby, detonating these charges? Was she somehow watching them, knowing exactly when to set off each one? And then he had no more time to wonder, as everyone looked at him.
“What now?” said Chapman breathlessly, her face, like all the others’, caked with grime from the dust and smoke.
Stone looked upward as another charge detonated, though not nearby. But more of the facility collapsed and the mountain gave another shudder.
Then the lights went completely out, plunging them into darkness.
Stone, Finn and Knox immediately powered up their NV goggles. Stone took Annabelle’s hand, Knox took Caleb’s and Finn clamped his hand around Chapman’s wrist.
“Follow me,” said Stone.
There was one more way out of here. And as far as Stone knew, he was the only person who had ever discovered it. This was their last chance.
He was very conscious of the fact that he had no idea where the next charge Friedman had placed would detonate. She had no reason to allow them to leave here alive, where they could tell people the truth. Each step they took could truly be their—
Annabelle screamed.
CHAPTER 101
Joe Knox disappeared under a pile of rubble as a charge detonating fifty feet away collapsed the section of wall next to him. The others instantly began digging the man out. Stone was on his knees pitching chunks of debris off his friend. His fingers and arms bloodied, the sweat stinging his eyes, he frantically worked in the dark to free Knox. Finally, his fingers touched flesh. In two more minutes they had uncovered the man completely.
Knox was breathing, but unconscious.
Stone started to lift him up, but Finn said, “Let me do that.”
He hoisted the two-hundred-pound Knox over his shoulder.
“The only other way out is up, Harry,” said Stone.
Finn nodded, a grim look on his face. “Just lead the way.”
Stone took the length of rope from Knox’s knapsack that the man had used to help rescue Caleb from the tank of sludge. Each person looped the rope around their middle and then passed it on.
“Let’s move,” said Stone.
He prayed that Friedman had not figured out the third exit from Murder Mountain, as he had done all those years ago. He led the group across the main hall and down to the other end. Stopping in front of what looked like a sheer wall of metal, he ran his fingers up and down its surface. It was cold to the touch, still strong, seemingly impenetrable. Rivets ran up one side of the panel and down the other. Another explosion shook the building. Dirt and dust tumbled down on them from the weakening ceiling.
He pressed on one spot and the wall gave way. He slid the metal out of the way and a set of crude rock stairs was revealed. They went through the opening and headed up.
Stone wondered how long it would take for the authorities to realize what was happening. Some local would report the explosions. This would be relayed to the sheriff’s department or whatever police was up here. They would send someone, probably a single officer, and that person would have no idea what they were faced with. Calls would be made. At some point, after a lengthy interval, the CIA would hear of it. They would send a team up here helter-skelter.
But what would they find?