Crooked River(108)

“Behind that mirror!” said Pendergast with a nod. “Kill everyone but the woman.”

Glancing in the indicated direction, comprehending immediately the mirror was a one-way observation window, Coldmoon trained the weapon on it and raked it with a two-second burst. The glass shattered in a huge spray, plates falling free, and behind it he saw a military officer in camo struggling to stand up, next to a woman. A third burst stitched its way up the general’s trunk from groin to throat, and he pitched forward, falling from the ruined window into the laboratory below with the sound of wet meat hitting the floor, as the woman scrambled away in panic. Coldmoon swung the M16 around to take out the doctor and orderlies—but they had already escaped out one of the lab doors.

Sirens went off in the room.

“The parang,” said Pendergast, pointing at it with his eyes.

Coldmoon snatched up the parang and used it to slice Pendergast free of the wheelchair. Pendergast ripped the IV from his arm and leapt to his feet, seizing an M16 from one of the dead soldiers.

The sirens continued to sound. And now a red light in the ceiling began to revolve.

Pendergast turned to Coldmoon. “Shall we take our leave?”

“Hell, yes.”





67



AS THEY BURST through the back door, they saw the woman staggering out of the observation room and into the hall in front of them.

She turned. Coldmoon saw her face was streaming blood, cut by flying glass.

“I can’t…I can’t believe…” She gasped, wiping blood from her face. “I had no idea…”

“Pull yourself together,” Pendergast said. “You’re going to show us the way out of this chamber of horrors, Ms. Alves-Vettoretto.”

“I have limited passkey privileges. But…” She swayed and Pendergast grasped her arm to keep her from collapsing. “The doctor…he ran by and went in there.” She pointed to a closet door with a bloody hand. “He has full access.”

“Stand back.” Pendergast went to the door and tried the knob. Finding it locked, he fired the M16 into the lock and kicked the door open. The doctor was crouching behind a set of shelves with glass bottles, the orderlies trying to hide on either side.

Pendergast strode forward. The orderlies, unarmed, shrank back as he seized the doctor and hauled him to his feet, knocking the shelves over with a crash. The man cringed and burbled with fear. “Don’t, please don’t kill me. I didn’t want to do any of it; they forced me—”

Pendergast shook him like a rag doll. “You’re going to lead us out of here.”

“Yes! I will, of course I will,” the doctor babbled, his eyes blinking in servile agreement, head nodding.

Pendergast shoved him out through the door. “Best way out, no trickery.” He turned to the woman. “You too.”

“Best way out.” The doctor nodded, his look of servile terror morphing into a grotesque grin. “This way.” He scurried down the hall, and they followed.

The doctor used his passkey to open a door at the far end. “Through here.”

They went through the door into another hallway that led off to both the left and the right. The doctor turned down the right passage.

“What’s the route?” Pendergast asked.

“I’m going to take you out past the barracks. Fewer guards.”

“That’s a lie!” the woman named Alves-Vettoretto blurted out.

Pendergast and Coldmoon turned toward her.

She seemed as surprised at her outburst as they did. She took a deep, shuddering breath. “The barracks will be a hornet’s nest. You should go out the side entrance, through the old river gate.”

Pendergast turned back to the doctor, weapon raised in menacing inquiry.

The doctor hesitated. Then, with a hiss and an evil glance at Alves-Vettoretto, he turned and led the way down the left-hand passage until it ended in another door. The doctor used his passkey to unlock it, revealing a stairwell beyond.

Pendergast cracked the door open and listened. Loud voices echoed upward, along with the sound of pounding feet.

He slipped onto the landing, followed by Coldmoon. They heard the group of soldiers ascending rapidly.

Pendergast glanced at Coldmoon, who nodded his understanding. He hoisted his weapon over the railing just as Coldmoon called out in a loud, harsh voice: “Hey, you guys! Look down! They’re at the bottom of the stairwell, trapped!”

Five heads popped out from the landing below and Pendergast fired a long burst down the stairwell.

“Dumb bastards,” said Coldmoon as they ran past the bodies of five guards, sprawled and hung over the railings. Alves-Vettoretto stumbled along, Coldmoon sometimes holding her up. Another landing, and they arrived at the bottom.

“Go right, then straight,” the doctor said. “That passes through the holding cells.”

Pendergast turned his weapon toward the doctor again and the man cringed back. “It does! I swear it does!”

Pendergast looked at Alves-Vettoretto. She nodded.

They followed the directions, jogging down a maze of cinder-block halls until they came to the large open area where Coldmoon had found the prisoners. They were pressed against the bars.

“?Qué pasa?” several of them cried. “?Qué pasa?”