So far, as much as possible, she’d kept the specifics of the mission to a minimum, on a strict need-to-know basis, and only four members of her team had seen the schematics already.
“That thing’s a fortress,” one of her men said. He was the hacker who’d chosen to be called Equator. And based on his circumference it was a fitting name.
“It might look that way at first glance,” Solstice acknowledged, “but as we’ve discussed, it’s only manned by a skeleton crew: four technicians and four Masters-at-Arms, one of whom will be off-duty when we arrive.” She drew her team’s attention to the top level of the hologram, which lay twenty-seven meters below the surface. “One of them will be based here, probably waiting for us when we arrive. We neutralize him and move down. Tempest, he’s yours.”
“Got it.” He was a former Marine Corps Special Ops unconventional warfare specialist built like a brick wall, and she believed him.
“The next level is the living quarters: a bunk area, a galley, recreation room, bathrooms, library, fitness center, weight room, showers, storage, conference area.”
“How do you know all this?” Tsunami asked her. “How did you get these maps?”
“If I wasn’t good at what I do, we wouldn’t be here,” she told him bluntly, then indicated toward the hologram again. “Lower leveclass="underline" the generator room, electromagnetic signal production facility, washroom, break room, and the control center. This is where it’s all going to happen. Tsunami, Eclipse, Tempest, you’ll take out the two MAs. Here.” She pointed. “And here.”
Tsunami slowly rotated the tip of his knife, a seven-inch CRKT Ultima, against the calloused palm of his left hand. “So take ’em out. You’re talking about-”
“We’ve been over this.”
Tsunami glanced toward the corner of the room, where the automatic weapons lay. Ordnance canisters containing triacetone triperoxide, or TATP, sat next to them-something she planned to use to destroy the base when everything was finished. Tsunami continued, “I know, I’m just saying-what are the weapons for if we’re not gonna use ’em?”
“Can anyone please tell Tsunami why we don’t want to kill the three Masters-at-Arms tonight?”
Eclipse spoke up, “We may need additional information. It’ll be better to keep our options open. We keep people alive as long as they serve a useful purpose.” She smiled, blew Tsunami a kiss.
He stopped spinning the tip of the knife and laid the blade flat against his hand. Gave her a leering smile. “I can think of a useful purpose for those little lips of yours.”
“Dream on.”
“All right,” Solstice reined them in. “The off-duty MA is a wild card. I’m not sure if he’ll be in the crew quarters or one of the tunnels. In either case, we move through the facility, find the men, Tase ’em, cuff ’em, then collect everyone in the rec room.” She nodded toward Eclipse. “You’ll be in charge of watching the hostages.”
“Guarding a room full of tied-up sailors? I think I can handle that.”
“Every girl’s dream,” Tsunami said.
Solstice turned to the woman on her left, the Eco-Tech operative whose real name was Millicent Alman. “Cyclone, are you all set to take out the radio communication?” Although Solstice didn’t know what outside party the people inside the base might try to contact via RF, she did know that they had the capability.
Cyclone held up the portable tactical radio frequency, or RF, jamming device.
“You’ve tested it?”
“Ready to go.” She indicated toward a sprawling coil of thick wire and an electronic relay device near a stack of videotaping equipment. “As far as the wireless signal that we’ll need in order to post the video, I should be able to rig the line in the shaft on our way down. I don’t see any trouble with us getting online to monitor JWICS.”
“Okay.” Solstice turned to address the group as a whole. “Sentries are most alert during the beginning and the end of their shifts. The MA on the top level will be fresh, as well as the one in the comm center. The other one should be in the middle of his rounds when we move in.”
“Hang on,” Tsunami said.
She assessed him coolly. “Yes?” She’d never liked this guy’s attitude. Cane had been responsible for recruiting Tsunami, and now Solstice decided she’d made a mistake handing that responsibility over to him.
“Earlier you mentioned disabling the base’s communication center, but we’re talking about…” He ticked off on his fingers. “A radio base station, a satellite uplink, internet access, telephone landli-”
“Haven’t you even been listening?” Cane interrupted. “They don’t use the internet in there! That’s the whole purpose behind the station-stay offline so it can’t be hacked into by-”
“Okay,” Tsunami said sharply. “I get that. But the crew will undoubtably have cell phones.”
“No mobile devices are allowed at the base,” Solstice told him. “It could give hackers a window to get in.”
“I don’t buy it,” Tsunami countered.
“Buy it. I’ve looked into it.”
“Besides,” said Cane, “this thing was built to withstand a direct nuclear hit. It’s encased in concrete, ninety feet underground. You think a cell phone’s gonna work down there?” His gaze wandered toward Cyclone. “Without that equipment?”
A stony silence.
“And as far as satellite communication-” Cane began.
“I know,” Tsunami cut in, “they need an aboveground antennae, but the power lines leading to the forest service maintenance building? Come on. Really? That’s a stretch. I don’t think any of this was thought through like it should’ve been.”
Solstice calculated the necessity of having this man on the team. Jobs and resources could always be reallocated.
She waited until all the eyes in the room had gravitated back to her. “The plan has always been to take out the landlines first, then the sat comm, then jam the radio signals. Do you have an alternate proposal?”
“If the base loses communication with the outside world, won’t that alert the Navy something is wrong?”
“I’ve got that covered.”
He eyed her. “I think we should take out the sat comm first.” There was a clear challenge in his voice.
Solstice rubbed her fingers together. She couldn’t have one of her team members questioning her decisions. This man had to go. She stood. “Most people think that when you attack your enemy, you should take out his strongest defenses first.”
“And you’re saying we should attack where he’s weakest?”
“No. We attack where he doesn’t know he’s being attacked. In this storm, people won’t question the landlines going down. It buys us time.”
“I see.” He looked around the room. “One last thing, then. You still haven’t told us when we get our money.”
“Are you concerned that you might not get your share, Roderick?” She stepped toward him, and he watched her insouciantly.
“I’m just trying to get things clarified.” He smiled out of the corner of his mouth, looked around the room. “I mean, we’re talking about a quarter of a million dollars here. I need to let my accountant know when the funds are coming in.”
Solstice positioned herself behind him, placed a hand on his shoulder, and then stroked his cheek with the back of her other hand. “I promise I’ll let your accountant know you were concerned about him.”
“What do you mean ‘that I was concerned about him’?”
“In the moments before you no longer served a useful purpose.”
And then with well-honed quickness and before he could pull away, she grasped his head firmly in both hands and in one swift, smooth motion, snapped his neck as easily as if she were unscrewing a bottle cap.
She let go of his head, and it landed with a dull thud onto the table. “It looks like the rest of you just received a raise.”
She tapped the remote control, turned off the hologram. “Tempest, Eclipse, Typhoon, get your skis. I want those telephone lines down. The rest of us will leave as soon as Donnie has the authentication codes.”