"Let"s not play games, Nick. You know how far I"m willing to go. Your gun."
In his ear, Quinn said, "Checking."
Cooper hesitated as if thinking about it. Then, slowly, he reached around his back and took out the pistol. d.i.c.kinson tensed, a coiled spring begging to explode. Using just his thumb and forefinger, Cooper set the weapon down and pushed it to slide across the table.
Quinn said, "Got it. Suite 508. The conference room is in the southeast corner."
Shannon said, "On my way."
Cooper said, "There. Now how about Roger does the same?"
d.i.c.kinson laughed. Peters gave his thin smile. "I don"t think so. We"re both aware of your abilities. Now, where"s the drive?"
"It"s safe."
"How nice to hear. Where?"
"If I tell you, how do I know you won"t kill them anyway?"
"You have my word."
"That"s not carrying as much weight with me as it used to, Drew."
"It"s going to have to do. I told you, you"re not in a position to negotiate. Give me what I want and I"ll let you all go."
d.i.c.kinson said, "I bet it"s in his pocket. Let me take him."
Shannon said, "Nick, I"m in the office, outside the conference room. Going now."
"No, Roger." Peters paused. Then he said, "Shoot Cooper"s son on the count of three."
On the monitor, one of the guards raised his gun, pointed it at Todd- The guards can hear him.
The speakerphone. The call light is on. They"re listening in.
Shannon is stepping into that room now. She can take the guards...unless Peters or d.i.c.kinson yell a warning from up here.
Which they will if they"re watching the monitor.
-as Peters said, "Three. Two."
"Okay!" Cooper took a quick step forward, and both Peters and d.i.c.kinson jumped, turned their full attention on him. "I"ve got it here." He reached in his pocket, felt the slim profile of the stamp drive. He didn"t want to risk losing hold of it, even for a moment. It was the only proof he had of the monstrosity he had helped create. Once he let it go, everything could change. The only chance for some sort of justice could vanish.
It"s justice or your children.
Cooper pulled the drive from his pocket. It took all his effort not to glance at the monitor. His children, helpless, and him up here, powerless, and d.i.c.kinson right there, hungry, his hand already flexing. Cooper kept his fingers curled around the drive, didn"t let them see it. They wouldn"t risk making a move until they were sure he wasn"t bluffing. He held the moment as long as he dared, his heart pounding. Stepped forward, lowered his hand over the table. Opened his fingers.
The drive fell to the table.
Peters zeroed in on it, eyes hungry and triumphant.
A flash of movement on the monitor. Cooper told himself not to look, but it was too late, his gift beyond his control, needing data, reading situations.
d.i.c.kinson staring at him. Tracking his eyes. Following them.
They both watched as, on the monitor, Shannon threw an elbow into the throat of a gunman.
To the guards, d.i.c.kinson yelled, "Kill them!" as his hand flew inside his jacket.
Cooper spun and bolted for the nearest cubicle, leaving the drive on the table. A shot from behind, and drywall exploded. He kept moving, feeling d.i.c.kinson tracking him, firing again and again, not quite catching him, and then he was out of sight behind a low cube. He dropped to his knees and quickly crawled for the next one, bullets punching through the fabric walls.
Peters will go for the drive.
Nothing he could do about that. The conference room would be lethal. He wasn"t a superhero who could dodge bullets. Being able to see where someone intended to shoot gave him a leg up, but against a professional like d.i.c.kinson, in an open s.p.a.ce, it wouldn"t be enough.
Had Shannon taken out both gunmen? No way to know, and no time to wonder. There was another shot, and another ragged hole blown in a fabric wall. A monitor exploded.
Cooper stayed low, hurried along the aisle between the cubicles. Pictured the floor plan, trying to place himself on it. The design studio was large, maybe fifty employees. The open plan meant that if he stood up, d.i.c.kinson would be able to see him. On the other hand, if he didn"t stand up, his own gift was nullified. Without being able to see what was going on, he was just prey, scurrying from cover to cover.
He looked around. Two cubes near him, one stacked with papers and folders, the other neat and decorated, someone making an effort to turn a gray fabric cage into a cozy living room: a recliner, a lamp, framed photos on the desk. Nothing resembling a weapon in either, at least not a weapon he"d match against a handgun. Glanced upward: girders, pipes, hanging banks of fluorescent lights.
At some distance, a faint double ping. The door chime.
Quinn would have warned him if any more threats had come into the building. Which meant that sound was Peters leaving. With the drive.
Everything was falling apart.
Cooper crept into the well-decorated cube, took one of the photos off the desk. The gla.s.s was bright and reflected a ghostly image of himself. He eased it up above the edge of the fabric wall. It was a long way from a mirror, but it gave a hint of what was going on, the overheads glowing in it, and motion, d.i.c.kinson somehow ten feet tall. The table. The agent had climbed on top of it for a better view. Cooper pulled the picture down before the man spotted it.
"Come on, Cooper," d.i.c.kinson said. "Come out and I"ll make it quick. Just like your children."
Bile surged in his throat. He whispered, "Shannon? You okay?"
No response.
Quinn said, "Coop, I don"t know what"s going on. I"ve got no feed, and she"s not answering."
"I recognized your terrorist girlfriend," d.i.c.kinson said, "but I"m afraid she didn"t make it."
It was a bluff. A way to taunt him into the open. It had to be.
"And that little stunt cost your family"s lives. Sorry about that, but we did warn you."
He closed his eyes, leaned back against the cubicle wall.
"Ahh, don"t sweat it, Cooper. Kids are replaceable. What"s one or two gone?"
Nothing from Quinn. Nothing from Shannon. He"d caught only the tiniest flash of her on the monitor, a move to disable one of the guards, but there had been two in the room. Skilled killers on high alert.
His gift ran ahead of him again, collated the data, jumped to its conclusion.
Your family is dead.
Cooper had been at a scene once where a car had collided with an agent and pinned him against a metal barrier, shattering everything from the ribs down, severing both legs at midthigh. Ma.s.sive physical damage, unsurvivable. What had haunted him most, though, was that the man was calm. He didn"t scream, didn"t seem to feel any pain.
Some wounds were too enormous to feel.
A strange dark purity flowed through him. It was almost sweet. If his family was gone, there wasn"t much point in going on. Not many reasons to live. Just one.
You"re going to die, Roger. And so is Peters.
He ducked low, left the cubicle, and scurried down the aisle. Kept his shoulder against the near wall, visualizing the angle d.i.c.kinson could see. Climbing on top of the conference table would give him the high ground, generally a tactical advantage. But it came with limitations, too.
A gunshot, and then another. Nothing exploded near him, though. d.i.c.kinson was blind-firing, trying to draw him out.
I"m coming out, Roger. Don"t you worry.
He moved along the aisle back toward the entrance. On the wall between two mounted skateboards he saw what he"d been looking for. But it was a long exposed sprint to reach it. No way to get there without being seen.
He dropped to a runner"s crouch, ready to sprint. Then, with a looping toss, he threw the picture frame as far behind as he could.
d.i.c.kinson reacted immediately, twin gun blasts. Cooper didn"t pause, just launched himself into a sprint for the far wall, covering a dozen yards in seconds. He heard gla.s.s shatter behind him, the picture frame hitting something. d.i.c.kinson would have processed it for the distraction it was. He"d have his gun up and be tracking, looking for motion.
It didn"t matter. Nothing mattered now except killing. Killing, and the fact that Cooper had made it to the bank of light switches he"d spotted on the lobby wall. He smacked them all in one swiping blow. The fluorescents died.
Darkness fell, pure as fury.
Cooper turned and stood up. No need to hide now. When the lights had been on, Cooper had been prey, and d.i.c.kinson had been a predator.
With the lights out, Cooper was a shadow in the dark. And d.i.c.kinson was a silhouette standing on a conference table, bathed in the glow of the monitor Peters had brought. He may as well have been in a spotlight.
The agent had a gun in each hand, his own in the right, Cooper"s in the left, and he raised them both and fired in the general direction of the light switches. But Cooper was no longer there.
And the twin muzzle flashes would only make things worse for him. Rob him of what limited night vision he"d have.
Cooper moved steadily, not running, not risking tripping or making a sound. Just watching d.i.c.kinson as he spun and flailed in the dark. By the time he reached the conference table, the other agent had realized his mistake. d.i.c.kinson jumped down, landing hard.
Cooper stepped forward and twisted the guns from the man"s hands.
Then he put them both against Roger d.i.c.kinson"s chest and pulled the triggers until the slides locked back.
What was left of the agent fell limp and wet. Cooper dropped the guns on top of him.
He walked to the table. To the monitor.
His family was dead.
Now he just had to face it. To look at the monitor and see the end of the world.
Cooper forced himself to face it.
The screen showed a conference room, the Capitol dome glowing in the distance.
It showed one of the shooters on the ground, splayed flat.
It showed the other pulling himself to his feet, woozy, his fingers scrabbling at the table for help.
What it did not show was the bodies of his family.
G.o.d bless you, Shannon. My girl who walks through walls.
"Coop?" Quinn"s voice in his ear. "I just picked up Shannon in the number three elevator. She"s got your family with her. She"s bleeding pretty bad from the right side of her head-must have taken a hit that disabled the transmitter. But she"s giving a thumbs-up to the camera, and everyone else looks fine."
For a moment he let himself feel it. A feeling as if he could flex and blow the roof open, a feeling like his heart might burst.
Quinn said, "Bad news is, I"m getting a lot of traffic on law enforcement frequencies. A small army is headed our way. Time to go."
"Where"s Peters?"
"He"s not with you?"
"No. And he"s got the drive."
"What? How?"
"No time to explain. Has he shown up on your screens?"
"No. He didn"t go through the elevator lobby."
The smart thing to do was get out, escape with Quinn and Shannon and his family. Hide somewhere and think of their next move. Let Peters walk away with the only evidence.
Cooper turned and ran for the exit. Through the lobby, out the door, the chime ringing behind him. "Quinn, are there cameras in the stairwells?"
"Negative."
Turned left on a hunch, kept going, found the stairwell at the end. He pushed open the door, stepped into a brightly lit concrete s.p.a.ce. "Do they exit to the outside?"
"Yeah, of course, that"s code in case of fire," Quinn said, and then, "Oh s.h.i.t."
Cooper started down, jumping a flight at a time, his hand trailing down the metal railing. Peters would have made it to the street by now. Vanished into- He couldn"t be sure that d.i.c.kinson would take me. If he were, he"d have stayed to help.
Since he didn"t, he suspected I might win.
And he knows that if I did, I"d come after him.
He won"t do what you expect.
-the night. Cooper caught himself on a handrail, turned the other way, sprinted upward. His calves burning and lungs screaming. Past the tenth, the eleventh, the twelfth.