Deadly Game (GhostWalkers, #5)(62)

Silence. Complete and utter silence. That made no sense. She caught the whiff of a peculiar odor, faint, but disgusting, much like rotten eggs. Cautiously, Mari pushed open the door. Bodies were strewn all over the floor. Her heart nearly stopped beating. This couldn’t be happening. Were they all dead? Jack, Ken’s brother? Ken would go berserk and hunt down every single member of her team and execute them.

What have you done, Sean? My God, the woman is pregnant. You killed them all? She tasted fear and anger. Tears burned her eyes and clogged her throat. She inhaled sharply and knew the smell was a mixture of gases.

What are you talking about?

She could hear a soft hiss as the gas entered through a pipe in the wall. Her heart nearly stopped beating and she ran to the windows, forcing several open before she caught Lily’s arm and dragged her into the room with Ken before rushing back for Jack.

Stop the gas, goddammit. I mean it, Sean, stop the f*cking gas.

Gas? I didn’t—His voice broke off then resumed sharply. Get the hell out of there now. That’s an order, Mari.

She ignored the coordinates of the rendezvous point he sent her, and dragged Jack’s limp body into the room with Ken and Lily. Ryland was next and then Logan. As soon as she had all of them in the small medical room, she shut the door and sealed the crack using towels and clothing, anything she could find.

Tears streamed down her face, from the gas or because she was so afraid for them all, she wasn’t certain, but it blurred her vision. She put a wet cloth on the back of Ken’s neck in the hopes of bringing him around faster.

Damn it, Mari, we can’t get farther into the building without raising the alarm. You’re supposed to be making your way toward us. Get moving fast.

She put an oxygen mask on Lily. If you didn’t do this, who did?

Sean swore at her, a long burst of eloquent and dirty curses. Haul your ass out of there, soldier.

I’m not leaving them to die.

We had nothing to do with killing anyone. Sean’s voice changed, dropped an octave, held a low plea. Whitney has someone there on the inside. We came to get you out, but he wanted us to kill them all and pull out his daughter, Lily. The orders came through as we were entering the compound. I pretended to be out of range, but he has someone inside supposedly helping us.

Mari crouched down beside Ken again and shook him, wiping his face with a cold cloth to bring him around. He was limp and completely out one moment, and the next he exploded into action, swinging a fist, connecting with the side of her face as she tried to scramble out of the way. She fell back, one hand stretched out in placation. “Stop! Stop, Ken. We’re in trouble.”

Ken’s head was pounding, his vision swimming. He shook his head, saw Mari, clutching her jaw. Realizing what he’d done, he scrambled to his knees and reached for her, catching her face between his hands, his thumb sliding over the bright red spot. “My God, Mari, I could have killed you.”

“I didn’t have time to stand across the room. Someone is trying to kill them. The room next door is filled with gas and I’m afraid someone is going to toss a match. You have to help me get everyone out of here now. Hurry—we don’t have much time.”

The headache would last a long time, but his vision was clearing. He didn’t reprimand her for knocking him out, or ask questions. He shrugged out of his shirt and handed it to her, hurrying first to Jack.

Mari was a little shocked by the fact that he’d choose his brother over Lily, by the gentle way he lifted Jack onto his back and took him to the window. Mari scrambled out and held out her arms. Ken passed Jack’s body to her. With the clean air, he was already beginning to stir, and she hurried to put him some distance from the building before she ran back. She didn’t want Jack waking up and attacking her.

Mari! Sean’s voice sounded insistent and worried. I’m coming in after you. The others will cover me.

No! Give me two minutes, Sean. I can’t let them die. I don’t know why anyone would order them killed, but that’s not what we do and you know it. If Whitney wants to commit murder, he can send his goons.

She ran with Lily’s limp body in her arms, to lay her beside Jack. He was already sitting up, squeezing the back of his neck, coughing and looking around him. She put a hand on his shoulder. “Conserve your strength; you’re going to have to run in another minute.”

She had to get away before anyone suspected her team was nearby. If Ken or Jack suspected the men were there, they’d blame her guys for the attack. And if one of their friends died, every member of her team would be living under a death sentence. She knew what men like Ken and Jack were capable of. She knew they would keep coming until their sense of justice was satisfied. She went back to the window and pulled Logan out, dragging him as far as she could.

I told you, they have someone on the inside. He’s going to blow the place. You’re out of time. We’re holding them off to get you clear, but they’re balking.

Mari’s heart thudded. Jack was stumbling toward the building to help with Ryland, but Ken hadn’t come out. Ken! What are you doing? They’re going to blow the building.

Jack had Ryland slung over his shoulder, his face set in grim lines. Ken was talking to him, she was certain. Ken knew they were going to blow the building and he’d told his brother to run. Jack jerked Logan to his feet, yelled something to him and reached for Lily. “Come on, Mari! We have to go now.”