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Earnst Stavro Blowfeld sat stroking the long haired Persian that sat purring
in his lap. Dwight Hamit stood off to one side talking on his cell-phone.
Hamit closed the connection.
"You have the names of the two individuals spying on us." Blowfeld made it
a statement not a question.
"Yes, theyre staying at the Mountain High Hotel in town. Our operative
there gave us the names James Bond and Felix Leiter. Theyre the only
ones who asked about the trails and they matched the descriptions."
"Do you know who those two gentlemen are Mr. Hamit?" Getting no reply from
him, Blowfeld went on. "Leiter is CIA and Bond is with British intelligence.
We need to know what theyre up to. Take them alive, I want to question
"Ill send men to the hotel to take them now." Hamit reopened his
cell-phone. Blowfeld stopped him.
"Not at the hotel, wait till they leave and follow them. Find out if they
have help in the area and if so who. We dont want the locals asking
questions and getting under foot. When the Chosen sat up operations here
they should have made taking control of the local law its first priority.
Now you have to work around them."
"What if Bond and Leiter dont go out?" asked Hamit.
"They will, Bond doesnt play it safe. Take as many men as youll
need but get me Bond," Blowfeld told him.
Ezra and Vin made their way back to the hotel. Their landing in the middle
of the Town Square had been taken as a publicity stunt. The brightly colored
paragliders had folded up into surprisingly small packets. The agents had
carried them tucked up under their jackets leaving the town square quickly
before the sheriff arrived.
Once back in their own rooms they checked them over with one of Qs
toys for any listening devices or surveillance cameras. Finding none, they
relaxed and ordered a late lunch from room service.
"What do we do now?" Asked Vin when he had finished eating. He was eyeing
Ezras desert, the one that Ez hadnt touched. "Weve gotten
their attention, they now know James Bond is here even if they dont
know its you and they know we suspect that Spectre is here working
with the Chosen."
"Since our function in this operation is to guide as many of our adversaries
away from their headquarters as possible for our colleagues to penetrate
said institution, we will carry on with our activities of distracting our
Vin tilted his head and stared at his co-worker. "It just sounds weird to
hear an English accent coming out of that southern mouth of yours. I keep
wanting to check on who Im working with, its confusing."
Ezra threw his napkin at Vin as he pushed his dessert over to the sugar addicted
Texan. "It doesnt take much to get you in that condition."
Vin smiled as he accepted the dessert. Ezra continued talking "We shall kept
the Chosen and Spectres people busy with us."
"Sounds good, how are we going to do that?" questioned the Texan.
"Feel up to seeing some of the local sights? There is that little pub where
the Chosen people were arrested."
"Showing up at one of their hangouts might not be a bad idea. Theres
got to be at least one hothead in the group that will start a fight over
something, especially after a few drinks." Vin said with a grin, "I aint
been in a good bar-room brawl in a long time."
"Ill be sure to tell our illustrious leader that if he has to bail
"Heck, we can start the fight and them take off. The Aston-Martin can out
run anything around here."
Ezra raised an eyebrow at that statement and asked in a shocked voice. "Are
you sir, a member of good standing in the law enforcement community, planning
to start a bar-room brawl?"
Vin answered with a look of pure innocence on his face.
"Who me? I plan to let the limey start it"
It was still daylight when Felix Leiter entered the house the local sheriff
had found for the team in the small town. Felix had approached her after
making sure of her loyalties. Sheriff Scott had been the one to arrest the
Chosen members after a brawl in a local bar. She wanted the group out of
her town and was willing to help in anyway she could. Apparently the Chosen
had been making itself known around town and the tourist trade was down because
of it. Few travel agents wanted to expose their customers to that kind of
trouble. The town was hurting from the lack of business; many of the rental
properties in the area were empty, so the group was able to have this
four-bedroom two-story house for their use.
He heard voices coming from the kitchen; he wasnt surprised to find
the team gathered there. The usual space given to the family room had been
added to the kitchen instead. Whoever had designed the room must of have
had a large family in mind when they build the place.
Felix counted heads, there was one missing.
Buck pointed to a roll of monitors behind him on a counter top. JD had set
up cameras to show the outside of the house from all four sides. The AFT
team leader was on the back porch standing beside a grill cooking.
"Kind of cold outside for that isnt it?" asked Felix who still hadnt
gotten warm from his short walk from his car to the house.
Josiah handed him a cup of coffee as he took a seat at the long table. "Brother
Chris needed some time to himself to work through some homicidal urges."
At that the CIA agent looked over at his British counterpart for answers.
"Apparently our young friends didnt bother to inform their leader of
some of Qs little extras added to their ski wear. Watching two of his
men leap off a cliff unsettled him somewhat."
"They didnt really?" Nathan asked Buck again; Nathan had heard the
story earlier but couldnt bring himself to believe it.
"Yep, they sure did, shot off the cliff like a rocket and the fools behind
them followed, only they didnt have paragliders. Fell like a ton of
bricks, thought Chris was going to have a heart attack."
The man in question came in with a platter of steaks. As Felix and James
sat there the other four men got dinner on the table. Within minutes there
was a salad, dinner rolls and baked potatoes with all the fixings to go with
the meal. This was a well-oiled team used to long stakeouts and dealing with
the problem of keeping themselves fed. Josiah, aware of what Felix was thinking,
"Since theres a kitchen we decided to make use of it. You can get mighty
tired of take out after a while."
JD added to the discussion. "We all got things we can cook well, so we take
turns with the cooking and cleanup. Except for Nathan that is he cant
boil water without burning it so he gets clean up more often or buys take-out
when its his turn to cook."
The food was good; Chris specialty must be the grill decided Felix.
Over dessert Felix asked how the days re-com of the area around the
Buck brought Felix up to date on what they had found. "The place doesnt
seen to be to heavily guarded unless theyre all inside. They probably
dont think they need it. The lodge sits on the top of that gorge and
its a shear drop off to the ground below. The only road up there is
long and winding coming up from the other side of the mountains. Steep too,
they would see us coming long before we got there. The mountains on each
side are a little taller but the ground cover is sparse between them and
the lodge: like they cleared it out so no one could sneak up on them. We
also found the usual infra-red warning devices guarding the adjacent grounds
round the building."
James added to Bucks information. "The only delivery we saw taking
place when we were out there was a truck bringing in tanks of propane. That
may come in handy if we have to destroy the place. The sooner we find a way
in the sooner we can put a end to the threat of the virus."
Chris asked James. "What do you think Blowfeld will do now?"
"He knows were here somewhere in the area. He wouldnt expect
his dealing with the Chosen to go unnoticed by your government or mine. Or
that we would let what hes doing go unchallenged. Im sure the
stunt the boys pulled today got his attention. The names Bond and Leiter
will make him curious about how much we do know. Nor would I put it past
him to had have this all planned out as some sort of a test to see how the
governments of the world would react to his threat of a worldwide plague."
"We have to stop this madman, brothers, at whatever the cost." Josiah said
as he and Buck cleaned a place on the table to lay out the maps of the lodge.
They studied them shaking their heads, this wasnt going to be easy.
There were too many of them to hike in unnoticed and the back road would
leave them too exposed. JD kept returning to the picture showing the lift
going up from the bottom of the gorge to the top of the mountain. Getting
up he went to his computer placed on a small desk next to the phone. He had
insisted on bringing his own unit from home as well as his laptop. Turning
them both on, his fingers flew across the keyboard as he searched for what
he was looking for.
"Where theres a will theres a way." He whispered to himself as
he kept digging. "Yes there it is."
All talking stopped when the men realized what JD was doing. Buck walked
over and softly asked. "JD what did you find?"
"The back door." He answered pointing to the screen. All Buck saw was a lot
of numbers and symbols, he said as much. As he watched, JD touched a few
more keys and suddenly the screen showed the interior of the gatehouse that
sheltered the lift at the bottom of the gorge. "Why dont we take the
lifts cable car up?"
How did you do that and can you control the security system as well?" asked
the man from the CIA.
"I found that the Lodge has a satellite connection to the Internet. There
are ways to tap into signals broadcasting off of any open source if you know
how. The signals are flying around out in the air anyway, I just make a point
of picking them up and using that to gain entrance to the rest. Who ever
designed their firewalls isnt in my league. I can control their systems,
run the lift or turn off any alarms." JD patted his desktop. "I made this
computer myself and programmed it to do a lot of things that would be illegal
if I werent working for the government. While I was putting up the
cameras outside I also put up a few high grade antennas, just in case I needed
Buck looked at the man he thought of as his little brother with pride as
he explained what he had done to the others. Buck didnt understand
half of it but if JD said it worked that was good enough for him. Felix was
impressed by what the young man had done as well.
"In that case gentlemen, I say tomorrow night we pay a visit to Spectre,
" said Felix Leiter.
"Why not tonight?" Asked Chris as he sat back in his chair. Turning to JD
he asked. "Do you have everything you need to take over their security system?"
"Yeah, I can feed the program into my laptop and override their system from
it. Once we get inside its only a matter of logging on to their PC
and downloading from there."
Chris smiled, "Good work JD, lets get this planned out. Im getting
a feeling we dont have much time left." Chris addressed James and Felix,
"You two got any objection to that?"
"None, Blowfeld will only take advantage of any time we give him." James
told the team.
"Than we go tonight."
Ezra and Vin took turns sleeping, wanting to get as much rest as possible
knowing that the night was going to be a long one, not knowing when theyd
get a chance to rest again. The same reason made them eat dinner even though
neither was hungry. As they dressed there was a knock at the door. Vin came
to the doorway that joined their two rooms with his gun in hand. Ezra walked
to his door, standing to one side he called out.
"Who is it?"
An English voice called back. "I have a delivery for Mr. Bond from his tailor."
Ezra and Vin exchanged glances; that sounded like Q. Ezra slowly opened the
door and sure enough there stood Q with a suit bag in his hands. Ezra stepped
back and allowed Q to enter. He strolled to the center of the room. Tossing
the suit bag on the bed he held up his hand to forestall their questions.
Pulling out a square device from his pocket he checked the room much the
same as they had earlier.
"All clear," Q finally said.
Vin came into Ezras room putting his gun back in its holster. "We did
that when we first got back."
"You can never be too paranoid out in the field," said Q as he took in the
room, he seemed to be looking for something. "I was told you found my ski
jackets useful today. The replacements are in the bag." Pointing to the bed.
"I dont suppose you managed to bring any part of the equipment back?
Left them on the mountain side most likely."
"No we didnt, theyre in the closet, give me a minute Ill
get them for ya." Vin walked over to the closet and picked the jackets up
off the floor. The used paragliders were still bundled inside. "They need
to be repacked, but everythings all here."
Qs eyebrows went up his forehead in surprise. "You brought back my
equipment and its in one piece as well." He checked them as he started
to pack the paragliders inside of the now empty suit bag. "I dont supposed
you could talk to 007 about his habit of losing equipment could you?" Q asked
Ezra had a troubling thought, "How did you find out about us using the
"You were observed by 007 while he, Mr. Larabee and Mr. Wilmington were doing
a re-con of the lodge. Your Mr. Larabee was quite upset I am told."
"Aw hell, Ez hes going to kill us." Ezra could only shake his head
Q picked up the suit bag and headed for the door. Stopping he addressed the
pair. "I was asked to pass on a request from your brothers." Making sure
he had their attention. "Tonight would be a good time for an all night party
away from home. Be sure to invite the neighbors. I assume you gentlemen know
what that means."
"Yes, we already have plans for a big blow out tonight." Vin told Q, "Please
asked our brothers to be careful."
The Moosetail saloon was a large one story square building that seemed to
be squatting in a field just outside of town. A gravel drive lead to the
parking lot that was already starting to fill up as the Aston Martin pulled
in. Acting as if they were looking for a safe parking space for their fancy
car, Vin circled the building checking it out. The front of the tavern was
covered in bright neon lights proclaiming all the wonders to be found inside,
as well as every brand of beer that could be bought this side of the Mississippi.
The sides were windowless, the far side of the building had its widows painted
over. There was a small yard behind back door that was fenced in by a tall
chain link fence. Numerous cardboard boxes and wooden crates filled that
"Looks like any other redneck bar Ive been in," said Vin.
"Please Id rather not think about that. You and the others have dragged
me into enough cowboy establishments to last me a lifetime. Were here
to be a distraction. There should be a few of the Chosens rank and
file here who can alert their brethren to our presence."
Vin parked the Aston Martin on the outer edge of the lot so as not to be
"What about the locals? Think well find any of the town folks here?"
posed Vin as they walked to front of the saloon.
"Of course, theyll probably enjoy the up coming brawl as much as you
will." Ezra held the door open as they entered.
The saloon was well lit for a bar. The cavern-like room was half full of
patrons either sitting at the bar or at tables stationed around an open dance
floor. A band was playing country and western songs up on a stage in the
"Look the stage is not fenced in. Thats a sign of a classy bar." Vin
pointed out to Ezra.
Ezra only gave him a dirty look at the information as he tried to judge the
crowd. Everyone was drinking, it wouldnt take much to get hostility
initiated. A hostess dressed in cowgirl chic walked up to the pair and asked
if they wanted a table or the bar. Ezra turned on the charm as he asked for
A battered old van pulled into the parking lot from off the main road, slowing
down to a stop as it came up to the building that housed one end of the lift.
A man with a shotgun in his hands came out; Josiah stuck his head out the
drivers window and asked in his loud voice.
"Brother, can you give some help to a lost soul? I must have taken a wrong
turn somewhere along the way."
The guard relaxed as he realized it was just another lost tourist looking
for directions. Easing the shotgun so it was cradled over his arm, he walked
towards the drivers side of the car, unaware that Bond was coming up
behind him to knock him out. Buck and Chris checked for other guards in the
area before giving the all clear. Josiah drove the van behind the gatehouse
out of sight.
The rest of the team exited the van. JD headed straight for the control panel
inside. Hooking up his laptop to the computer he quickly ran his program,
overriding the alarms and bringing up the logbook for the last eight hours.
JD read off what he had found.
"It shows theres been a lot of activity in the last two hours. Teams
going out, think theyve gone out looking for Vin and Ez?"
"Thats what we were hoping for, the less for us to deal with topside.
Can you get the lift operational without alerting anyone up there?" Chris
"Yeah, it wont show up anywhere on any screen but mine."
The team rode the lift up the side of the cliff holding their breath. They
were trapped inside a small metal box with nowhere to go if they were found
Vin was having a good time at the Moosetail tavern, even if the reason for
being there was a life or death one. For Ezra was a sight to behold, the
man was playing the European tourist to the hilt. Gone was the sophisticated
British agent and in his place was a tourist on his first trip out west.
He had started the evening with charming the hostess and obtaining a table
up front by the dance floor.
"Ya taking a page out of Bucks book on how to handle the ladies?" asked
Vin as they sat down.
"If it works then why not? Here comes our waitress."
The waitress was a motherly woman well past middle age. The kind of no nonsense
woman who didnt take any lip from the younguns. No wonder the
stage wasnt fenced in, Ms Mable (as her name badge identified her)
wouldnt had put up with that kind of foolishness. In a small town like
this Ezra would bet even money that she knew the mothers of most of the people
in the room.
"What can I get for you boys this evening?" she asked politely, they were
the first tourists that had been in the place for a while.
The sandy haired one gave her his ordered and as she turned to get the other
ones order she caught him chewing on his bottom lip.
"Ya need more time to decide, honey? The young man looked up at her with
two of the prettiest green eyes she had ever seen and asked in a Masterpiece
"Ms. Mable would you be so kind as to help me in this choice? This is my
first trip to the Americas and I find I need help in selecting my first real
American drink. My friend here," indicating Vin, "Is somewhat of a prankster.
And therefore cannot be trusted not to play a joke on me and order something
awful. Wouldnt you please save me from that appalling fate?" Ezra made
it sound as if his future was in her hands. His half-playful, half-serious
attitude won the waitress over as her maternal instincts kicked in.
"Sure will honey, you just stick with Mable and Ill take care of you."
With a wink she was off but soon returned. Not only did she bring them their
beers and chips, she did it in record time; a feat not missed by their neighbors
who were still waiting for their orders. These actions had made them the
center of attention for a few minutes, long enough for everyone in the immediate
area to get an ear-full of Ezras English accent as he thanked her.
There must have been a few members of the supremacist in the saloon to place
a call to the others. For shortly after receiving their drinks a group of
supremacists walked into the bar as if they owned it. The locals gave them
plenty of room, it was apparent that the two groups didnt care for
each other. A few of Spectres people came in a few moments later. They
werent hard to spot, as they tended to set together in military formation.
Both groups were slowly coming in, two or three at a time making themselves
obvious by watching everything the pair did.
Ezra and Vin sat sipping their drinks and listening to the music for a while.
Each had paid a visit to the restroom to check out the back and to find all
possible exits they might need depending on how the evening went when Ezra
"I believe the moment has arrived for us to get the show on the road so to
speak and here comes our lovely assistant now." As Ms. Mable walked up to
their table she saw Vin nudge Ezra on the shoulder as he said.
"Go on ask her."
"It wouldnt be proper to impose on the lady, Felix. Ms. Mable may be
offended if I asked her."
Ms Maybul knew the pair were up to something but she didnt know what.
Raising four sons had given her all the insight she needed to know when mischief
was afoot. But she didnt think this pair of young men meant any harm.
Too much like her youngest boy Ron, they didnt have a mean bone in
"You two have something you want to ask me."
Before Ezra could say a word Vin answered for him. "James wants to try line
dancing." Waving toward the floor where people were dancing to an Alan Jackson
song, "He cant think of a proper way to ask one of the ladies here.
They all seen to be with someone and hes too much the English gentleman
to ask to you to fix him up."
"What about you?" Ms. Mable asked Vin wanting to get it all out in the open.
" stopping himself before the wrong word could slip out, he just
knew Ms. Mable wasnt the kind to put up with that kind of language.
Wouldnt put it past her to have a bar of soap in her pocket; bet
shed use it too. "Shucks, he aint my type aint even the
right gender, though I wouldnt mind a dance." Turning pink as he realized
what hed just said, he picked up his drink and downed it before anything
else could come out of his mouth to embarrass him.
Laughing, Ms. Mable patted both of them on the shoulder; "Ill see what
I can do for you boys."
Ezra stared at Vin in amazement, "I didnt know it was possible to get
both of your feet in your mouth at the same time."
"Shut up Ez." He hissed back.
Ms. Mable came back with two lovely young ladies in tow. They were the first
of many to take the two good-looking men out on the dance floor. At the end
of each dance Ezra would escort his partner back to her table, kiss her hand
and then buy a round of drinks for the table in thanks for allowing him to
spent time with his lovely companion. By the end of the first hour, there
were few in the saloon that hadnt been bought at least one drink by
the generous Englishman.
Ezra was now dancing with a lady that Mable introduced as Emily Lynn. The
dance was a slow one and Emily Lynn was a skilled dancer, she fitted nicely
in Ezra arms as they moved to the music. Smiling Ezra started the small talk
that would get them through the dance. Ezra had given Vin the signal to get
ready; as soon as the dance was finished he would initiate the chain of events
that would lead to the brawl. But the woman in his arms surprised him though
he didnt let it show when she answered his question on her occupation.
"Im the town sheriff, James, Sheriff Scott." Still smiling she added,
"We have a mutual friend that has the same name as the young man talking
with my Aunt Mable."
Ezra didnt need to look over at Vin to known to whom she referred.
The sheriff didnt seen to mind that he hadnt answered her, for
she kept talking. "Felix told me to say that your brothers will try to be
careful and that you should keep the party going for as long as you can.
Oh and Chris has cooled off somewhat but not completely." Looking the southerner
in the eyes she added. "The Chosen are forcing a lot of good people in this
town out of business. Im willing to do whatever it takes to get rid
of them." The last was said with a bit of anger to it.
Ezra studied the woman in his arms. He prided himself on being able to read
people and his instincts told him he could trust her. He decided to take
a chance. "Sheriff Scott the best way to help us would be to turn a blind
eye to whats about to happen and dont try to stop it. Please
assure your Aunt Mable that the damages will be paid for by our friend Felix
and if possible keep the locals in the building. The Chosen have brought
in a group that has no regard for human life. I doubt theyll try anything
inside, but the parking lot may be a different matter. They are after us
and should follow when we leave. If any of the fallen happen not to be residents
of the town feel free to lock them up for Felix to collect later."
Laughing as if Ezra and said something amusing, the sheriff made a good show
of being an empty headed blond as she appeared to be flirting with the man
who held her in his arms. Anyone looking on would see a couple having a good
time. "When do you want to start?"
"How about right now?" As he swung her around, Ezra over stepped and bumped
into a pair of cowboys walking to the bar, making them lose their footing.
They in turn fell against a table full of the Chosen who were more than a
little drunk. When the drinks on the table landed in their laps they were
up and swinging before Spectres men could stop them. The rest of the
saloon soon joined in, glasses flying, tables breaking; everyone was letting
off a little steam. The Chosen and Spectre were getting the worst of it as
they fought to go after Ezra and Vin. In the free for all the pair were separated
but had planned to meet up at the car if that happened.
Vin headed toward the rear of the building, to the back doors in the kitchen,
coming up short when he got there, for someone had placed a new chain and
padlock around the exit doors since he had checked them on his last run to
the bathroom. Knowing he didnt have much time before the fight found
him he decided to try one of Qs gadgets. Taking off his wristwatch
he turned it to the side and hoped he remembered how to work the darn thing.
A bright light shot out. Surprised that he got it working, Vin almost dropped
the watch. Holding the beam steady he kept it on one link of the chain, cutting
it neatly in two, but it had taken time. He was to meet Ezra in ten minutes
by the car. Closing the exit doors behind him, Vin made his way out into
the small yard fenced in by a tall chain link fence, putting the watch back
on as he went.
Here too was a new chain and padlock hanging around the gate. Vin glared
at yet another obstruction in his way and cursed to himself. What was up
with these guys, they go to a two for one sale? I aint got time to
cut off another lock. Vin decided to climb the chain link fence. Taking a
good hold on the fencing he pulled himself up. Half way he heard a low rumbling
sound behind him that made him pause. One look over his shoulders and he
only had time for one word, "SHIT", before scurrying to get to the top and
over. For leaping straight toward him was the biggest, meanest, ugliest dog
he had ever set eyes on. He didnt quite make it.
A vice clamped hard over his left buttocks and part of his inner thigh pushing
him into the fence. Vin held on as if his life depended on it. The dogs
teeth couldnt get a grip and the fabric making up his pants tore under
the weight of the beast. Falling back to the ground the dog shook his head
shaking the torn material to bits. Looking for more he went back to the gate,
looking for the stupid human who had interrupted his sleep. By this time
Vin was on the other side of the fence, his butt intact but badly bruised.
Vin gingerly checked his backside for damage, the dogs teeth had not
been able to penetrate the fabric of the fancy boxers that Q had given him.
But the area throbbed from being squeezed by the massive jaws of the beast.
The big animal had not barked; he just stood watching from his side of the
fence. He looked hungrily at Vin, as if he would have liked nothing better
than to have his chew toy back.
"Nice dog," mumbled Vin as he slowly walked away. His leg was sore and he
didnt even want to think about sitting down. The lot was beginning
to fill with bodies, it was time to get moving. Vin headed to where they
left the car, ducking down beside a jeep he started to swear, his night had
just gotten worse. Placing his wrist communicator up to his mouth he whispered
in to it.
"Ez, where the hell are you?"
"Under a horse trailer on the far side of the lot from the car. And yourself?"
"Im where the car is supposed to be
"Cant be, you must be in the wrong location."
"Nope, same side of the building, same trees and cars we parked by, its
"You lost the Aston Martin?"
"No I didnt lose the damn Aston Martin. It must have been stolen."
"Vin that car cant be stolen," their conversation was interrupted by
a drunk going by. Vin ducked farther down till the man passed, he couldnt
help moaning as he did. Ezra heard him and asked in concern.
"Vin are you hurt?"
"Only my dignity, ran into a little trouble. Aint going to be sitting
good for a few days."
"Can you drive?"
"If I have too."
"You wont have to, Ive got the remote control.
"How did you get that? James and Q wouldnt let us play with it."
"I borrowed it from James before we parted company. I also believe Ive
figured out what happened to the car. Be ready to get in on the passenger
Vin didnt have time to ask what he meant when the sound of an engine
starting close by had him looking up. A pair of headlights appeared in mid
air and a door swung open showing the insides of the car. Vin did as he had
been told and got in, sitting carefully on the seat and belted himself in.
The night was beginning to look better. He hadnt lost the Aston Martin
even if he couldnt see it from the outside. Hed talk to Ez about
The Aston Martin made its way around the building and stopped beside a large
horse trailer. Ezra climbed in and laid the remote on the dash. Vin picked
it up and asked him. "Does James know he lent this to you?"
Ezra just smirked. "Not yet."
Vin stated the obvious. "The cars invisible Ez, that stealth technology."
Vin suddenly smiled as an idea came to him. "Think we can get Q to install
it on the jag?"
"We can try," looking over at his friend Ezra asked. "Vin are you up for
"Hell yes, I may be bruised but Im not bleeding, lets go."
Ezra turned off the chameleon device that had made the car invisible. Now
they needed to be seen, he headed for the crowd of men who were searching
the lot. Wanting to make sure they had the mobs attention and that
they would be followed, Ezra gunned the engine, driving through the group,
scattering them between and over the parked cars. Circling the building he
drove thorough them again just for the hell of it, giving them the incentive
to follow and the time to get in to their vehicles.
The gravel drive that would take them back to the main road appeared clear
as Ezra and Vin headed out. They were almost to the main road when the path
before them was blocked by a pair of large SUVs parked across the drive.
Ezra slowed the car down to a near stop letting it roll forward slowly. The
men in the SUVs got out and started toward them, guns in hand. Ezra waited
till they were almost level with the car before stepping hard on the gas,
making a sharp turn into the open field beside the blockade. Vin activated
the snow tires; metal spikes came out of the tires, gripping the ground through
the snow and ice. The car plowed through the barbed-wire fence and around
The cable car had finished its climb to the top of the gorge. The men disembarked
and checked the place for guards. Finding none they waited for JD to give
the all clear as he checked into the security systems from his laptop. With
a nod to show he was done and the alarms were turned off the team broke up
into two groups.
Buck would take Nathan and JD to where they believed the laboratory was located.
There was a large basement under the wing where the kitchen and staff were
housed. It could have easily have been transformed into a laboratory. The
sheriff had been keeping a watch on the lodge and informed them of construction
work that been done on the building before their arrival. This was decided
to be the best bet for the laboratory.
James, Chris and Josiah would check the ground and remove any one who had
been left behind to guard the place. Felix had stayed behind to set his people
in motion, just in case the operation went badly. If that happened Felix
and his people would come in and level the place. Theyd come up with
answers for the press later.
Buck led his friends into the building, checking every room on the ground
floor, making sure they wouldnt run in to any surprises. There seemed
to be no one in the immediate area. Buck would check the rest of the building
later if time allowed. For now he had to get JD and Nathan downstairs to
the laboratory and let them get started. He would stand guard till they were
done. When the others got here he would set up his explosives. They planed
to destroy everything down there and the building above it as well.
Nathan entered the laboratory and slowly made his way to the worktables.
Not touching anything till JD and Buck gave the all clear, they had come
too far to set off any alarms now. Apparently satisfied, Buck shut the door
and turned on the lights.
"You sure thats safe Buck?" asked Nathan.
"Yeah, I shut the door at the top of the stairs and this one. No light should
escape. JD says the laboratory has its own power source, so no one
Nathan heard what Buck wasnt saying as well as what he was. They had
a long ways to go before going home and the overhead lights would make the
work go faster. They could be discovered at any moment and faster was better.
He looked to see what JD was doing and the youngster was already hard at
work going through the computers files. Nathan needed to get started,
he didnt want them to be here any longer than they needed to be.
Old habits come back effortlessly to Josiah as found himself able to silently
sneak up behind the men guarding the lodge. Too easy, that was one of the
reasons he had got out of the business in the first place. Even after so
many years he was still too good at doing this. Taking a human life should
bother him more and it did most of the time; but not when it was Spectre
or one of the numerous madmen bent on world domination. Josiah mentally shook
himself, tomorrow philosophy, tonight survival.
Chris and James had finished taking out the guards in their vicinity. They
met up outside the wing that housed the staff and waited for Josiah. Jumping
a little when the big man seemed to materialize next to them. Josiah smiled
at the younger mens startled looks. The old wolf still had a few tricks
to teach the younger members in his pack.