He crept along the outer wall, listening for the slightest sound to give him an indication of where Lexie was. Suddenly the whir of a hydraulic lift echoed throughout the room, masking any footsteps. Instead of letting Lexie use the noise to her advantage alone, he decided to use it to his as he darted toward one of the construction vehicles. Behind him were the missiles.
While Lexie managed to maneuver about the room using a series of distractions, Flynn went to work. He took advantage of each sound to open the missiles’ guidance systems and strip them out. He also added a small tracking chip inside each one before putting them back together again. For the next five minutes, he worked fast, dividing his attention between disabling the missiles and avoiding Lexie.
Only one more missile to go.
The final missile sat out in the open. He needed to distract Lexie from what he was doing.
“I thought we were on the same side, Lexie,” Flynn said, lifting his head back and speaking straight toward the ceiling. He needed to make his position difficult for her to ascertain.
Lexie said nothing.
While Flynn continued to talk, he also worked at disabling the final missile’s guidance system.
“We make a great pair, me and you. Tracking down terrorists and bringing them to justice. What happened to you? When did you lose your way?”
Still nothing. But Flynn didn’t care. He was almost finished.
“I even thought your humanity was intact when I asked you about your dad — but apparently that was just one of your ploys to get me to calm down. You never intended to do this with me, did you?”
He reattached the guidance system door and dashed across the room to a position better suited for a shootout, if that was where this confrontation was headed.
Flynn felt the tip of a knife dig into his skin ever so slightly. He raised his hands in surrender.
“No, I never did, Flynn,” Lexie said in his ear. “I only saved you so I could gain access to the CIA server and find out what they know about me. But when I learned that you didn’t have any way to help me do that, you were of no use to me. Just dead weight, like always.”
Flynn tried to ignore the insults.
“I never trusted you, Lexie — but at least you know you can trust me. After all, I did save your life.”
“I would’ve been just fine without you!” she shot back.
“Oh, really? Fine watching your missiles launched into the air after the Vice President’s daughter subdued you? I doubt your employers would’ve been fine with that.”
“I only care about results — and a team will be here any moment now to take away these missiles. And there’s nothing you’re going to be able to do about it. You just better be grateful I’m feeling gracious today, as I’m letting you live.”
She reached in his pocket and snatched Ivan’s eyeball, throwing it onto the ground and stomping on it. The sight made Flynn flinch. She pushed him toward the door and shoved him inside along with a handgun.
“Good luck!” she yelled and pulled the door shut.
Flynn stared at the room through a large plate-glass window. A door to the outside lowered into the ground, allowing two large semi-trucks to back into the room. Helpless to stop it, Flynn glanced at a clock in the upper corner of the room.
Five minutes! I’ve gotta call Osborne!
Gerald Sandford checked his watch and picked up his phone. The time for waiting was over. It was time for action.
He called Strategic Command and gave the order to prepare for the missile launch. It was time to meet the demands of these terrorists and get his daughter back.
CHAPTER 63
Flynn looked at the locked door feeling helpless. The last remaining piece to complete his mission now lay two rooms away — and he had no way of getting into it. He glanced back out the bay window to watch armed guards loading the missiles onto the trucks. To come so far and so close only to be derailed at this point burned Flynn.
Just think, Flynn. You can do this.
The room was about fifteen feet square and had only an access panel to the connecting rooms and a large window. No furniture, no control panel, no computer system. Just stark concrete gray, top to bottom.
Standing in the middle of the room, he nearly fell to the ground when the entire building was jolted. The men in the holding area all froze too, looking around to see if there might have been an explosion. Flynn moved against the wall closest to the door that led to the control room — and he waited.
Seconds later, two guards burst into the room. They didn’t even see Flynn. While they were busy scanning their eyes to gain access to the holding room, Flynn slipped through the open door and into the next room.
Only one more room to go. Just wait.
He checked his watch. Two minutes remained until his deadline to call Osborne.
The seconds trickled by like days as he waited for another break. He couldn’t count on it, but it was his only option at this point. Fortunately, two more guards delivered, blasting through the room, oblivious to his presence as he hid crouched in the corner. Flynn darted through the door and into the control room — and the room was ablaze.
Suddenly, all the doors flung open as the fire alarms wailed. The small explosion — whatever it was that caused it — ignited a fire in the control room that led to screams and moans of the guards rendered immobile by Lexie. Flynn scanned the room for his bag and found it, diving into his pack and digging for his phone.
Out of the corner of his eye, he looked up and saw a monstrous sight — Ivan brooding over him, his eye patched. Flynn assumed he somehow got into a first aid pack and saved himself, though he swore Ivan wouldn’t have survived based on the amount of blood pooled on the floor, much less been awake at this point. Flynn began dialing the numbers while he fumbled for his gun that he had laid down when he started searching for his phone. Flynn looked up. Ivan was gone.
Flynn stumbled into the hall, dragging his pack behind him. The phone began ringing. He peered down the smoky hallway. No sign of Ivan.
Osborne answered.
“Tell me you’ve got good news, Flynn.”
“I do. The missiles aren’t going to be launched today.”
“What about the Vice President’s daughter?”
“Let’s talk later about that — but I think she’s still alive.”
Flynn ended the call and strained to see through the smoky haze. Still no sign of Ivan.
CHAPTER 64
Todd Osborne dialed his phone as quickly as his fingers could move. Just under the wire. While the phone rang, he let out a sigh of relief, pleased that Flynn successfully delivered when it mattered most.
“Cuttin’ it close, aren’t we, Osborne?” Sandford answered.
“Yes, sir. But I’ve got some good news for you.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, I just got a call from our operative and he’s disabled the missiles.”
“What about my daughter?”
“She’s alive, sir.”
Sandford paused. “That’s really odd because I just got this text with a picture of her lifeless bloody body with a message that says, ‘You failed.’”
“That can’t be, sir. I just spoke with our operative.”
“Well, he’s lying to you.”