Contents
Copyright
The Guardians Glossary
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
SILVER FIRE
by Victoria Paige
Copyright © 2013 Victoria Paige
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.
ISBN-13: 978-0-9891337-5-3
This book is a work of fiction. The characters, names, places, events, organizations either are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to any persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, places or locale is entire coincidental. The publisher is not responsible for any opinion regarding this work on any third-party website that is not affiliated with the publisher or author.
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Edited by: Scribendi & Lynn Hurley
The Guardians Glossary
Artemis Guardian Services (AGS) - “The Guardians”, as they are known by most of their clients, specialize in small team surgical incursions: Organized crime takedowns, K and R (kidnap and ransom), DoD covert ops that are too politically high-risk, corporate security enforcement (usually involving questionable and deadly force), and recently (and seemingly with increasing frequency) protective custody detail outsourced by the US Marshals Service. Work frequently with CIA, DoD, NSA, FBI, DEA, ATF and Interpol.
Principal owner: Viktor Baran, ex-Special Forces
Guardians in this book:
Maia Pierce
Manning
Edmunds
Braden Connelly, ex Army Ranger
Thalia Guererro
Data Analyst: Tim Burns
McCord Defense Industries (MDI) - company that designs and manufactures advanced small arms weapons that are efficient in urban warfare. Specializes in advanced carbine weapons, explosives and untraceable tracking devices. Well known for its MD-Bandit drones—a small reconnaissance aircraft capable of firing air-to-surface missiles. Top military contractor for the DoD.
Principal owner: Jack McCord, ex-Navy SEAL
VP of Operations and Design: Derek Lockwood, ex-Special Forces
CHAPTER ONE
Sophie had just finished her kendo class and was lowering the liftgate of her SUV after depositing her gear in the cargo area when she saw the masked man’s reflection in the vehicle’s window. She heard the pop of a gun and the plinking of shattering glass and vaguely registered a muzzle flash as she ducked. She grabbed her shinai, spun around, and charged, swinging the kendo stick at her assailant’s wrist as he squeezed the trigger again. The weapon discharged into the air and then flew out of the gunman’s hand, landing on the concrete with a clatter.
Shouting from the garage entrance drowned out the masked man’s howl of pain. For a brief moment, Sophie stared into her attacker’s eyes which were oozing hatred so pure they pinned her where she stood. He shouted angry words in a foreign language before spitting on the ground and taking off.
“Sophie-san!” her kendo instructor yelled as he rushed to her side. “Are you all right?”
Sophie nodded even as her hands shook. Her heart was galloping and she could barely catch her next breath.
“I’m...I’m fine...Sensei Jiro,” she stammered, but her legs suddenly felt like Jell-O. She took a deep breath and leaned on the open tailgate of her Honda Pilot. “I think.”
“Call 9-1-1!” one of her classmates shouted.
Sophie had developed a fascination for this Japanese martial art a year ago and had become a regular student of Sensei Jiro. The dojo was located in a questionable area of Washington DC, and leaving the kendo sessions by herself just to avoid mingling with other students was imprudent.
Someone offered her a newly opened bottle of water. She graciously accepted and took a hearty gulp.
“I saw him jump on a bike and race off,” another classmate said to the growing huddle around her.
“Sophie-san, are you in trouble, dear?” her sensei asked, his hand gently clasping her shoulder.
She shook her head. “No. I think he just wanted to mug me.”
The hand on her shoulder tightened.
Sophie glanced up at her sensei, his wise eyes telling her he did not believe her. The truth was, she had been receiving anonymous death threats, and it had everything to do with her work.
“Maybe a little,” she murmured.
Her sensei nodded and took his hand from her shoulder. He called one of his assistants to stay with her and disappeared into the dojo.
Sophie looked around. Her assailant’s gun lay where he had dropped it and her SUV had a bullet hole through the rear window. She still had a death grip on her kendo stick. Sophie released a shaky breath, realizing how close she’d come to having her head blown off. Whoever had grievances against her and her work were done with mere threats.
Her sensei reappeared holding a scrap of paper with a name and phone number. He jerked his chin at his assistant, signaling that he wanted some privacy. “Sophie-san, I know your work puts you at risk.”
“How...?”
“I just know,” he replied. “My friend can protect you. Remember Sophie-san, if you are fully prepared, you need not worry.”
A police cruiser squealed to a stop beside her SUV. As the cops emerged from their vehicles, Sensei Jiro clasped her hands in his and smiled before backing away.
Sophie looked at the name written on the paper: Viktor Baran.
***
McCord Defense Industries was located on the eighteenth floor of the Trident Building in downtown New Park. Derek Lockwood stepped out of the elevators just as the clock hit 9:00 a.m. Good, he wasn’t exactly late. His best friend and business partner, Jack McCord, had a thing about tardiness and for the most part, Derek was on time except the nights when the women in his life kept him up until dawn. He was getting tired of his bachelor life. Seeing Jack happily married to Maia had begun evoking some envious sentiments inside him.
He heard raised voices drifting from Jack’s office. Or not.
Laurie Stone, Jack’s personal assistant, briskly walked toward him and said, “You’re on time, but I think the meeting will be delayed.”
Derek’s brows shot up as he heard Maia’s angry voice clearly through the shut doors. “You’re dreaming, Jack, if you think I’m going to let this go. You’re an autocratic asshole, and I’ll be damned if this discussion is over.”
There was a low, calm baritone response. The door was wrenched open, and Maia Pierce McCord stormed out while muttering, “Manipulative bastard.” The angry flare in her eyes made Derek wince. “Derek, Laurie,” Maia said curtly before striding to the elevator, punching the down button impatiently.
Derek poked his head into Jack’s office and saw his friend perched on the side of his desk, his head slightly bowed, expression contemplative. “Ready for the meeting, my man?”
Jack glanced up and sighed. “Yes, might as well.” He returned to his chair behind the desk as Derek walked into the office, Laurie following behind him and shut the door.
“I take it the honeymoon’s over?�
�� Derek drawled.
“Not now, Derek,” Jack warned, a spark of impatience flashing across his face. His friend looked relatively composed after having had a blowup with his wife. “Laurie, do you have all the files on Silver Fire Research?”
Silver Fire Research was owned by Dr. Sophie Marie Leroux, a brilliant nuclear physicist with a double major in material science and electrical engineering, and a Ph.D. in nuclear physics. Her research facility had been on MDI’s radar for two years. When Jack had found out about a patent application for her isotopic enrichment process on the zefinium element, which could be used as an infinite power source for a laser weapon MDI had been developing, he had sent a formal request for a partnership; Silver Fire Research would process zefinium in exchange for a large contribution to their research lab, which would include building an extension specifically for this purpose.
“Yes, I have it all here,” Laurie said. “The contract has been reviewed by our legal department and I’ve sent a copy to Dr. Leroux’s assistant, Stephen Parker. He has assured us that she would be present at the meeting.”
“That’s a first,” Derek muttered. Sophie Leroux was an enigma. Derek had seen her at a charity ball a few weeks ago—the first time he had seen her out of a lab coat. She rarely attended the meetings between Silver Fire and MDI, preferring to have Parker handle the negotiations. At the ball, she had taken Derek’s breath away—standing before him in a shimmering satin gown that clung to her slim curves. Her blonde hair cascaded on one side of her shoulder like a silk curtain, her gray eyes were lighter than he’d seen before, and the light shimmer of gloss on her lips made him wonder what it would be like to kiss her.
Derek shook his head in self-annoyance. “She was at that charity ball a few weeks ago. Remember that, Jack? You had a few words with Christopher Blackstone.”
“Yeah. Blackstone wants Silver Fire’s research on weaponized zefinium,” Jack stated grimly.
“I enjoyed the part where you called him a rat bastard.”
“He deserved it. I heard his company is developing an explosive device with the equivalent thermal blast of a nuclear bomb. Using zefinium in place of plutonium would eliminate the fallout effects of radiation.”
“Why invest in building one? As if our country didn’t have enough nuclear warheads in silos everywhere,” Laurie asked.
“Think about it Laurie. A renegade state wants to take over a city or a small country, wipe it out with a zefinium bomb so you can move in and rebuild on your own terms,” Derek said. “Don’t have to deal with radiation, everything is burned to ashes—blank slate.”
“Why would Silver Fire develop such a device?” Laurie asked angrily.
“They didn’t. Dr. Leroux inherited the research from her father when she turned twenty-four,” Derek replied. “Nobody knows what she has done with it. From what we’ve heard, there’s a specialized electronic trigger that only she has the schematics to.”
“Viktor is keeping an eye on Blackstone,” Jack said. Viktor Baran was the head of Artemis Guardian Services (AGS), the company that employed Maia and was as close to a brother-in-law Jack could have. The AGS worked closely with federal and international agencies. They frequently fielded politically sensitive assignments as they specialized in small-team surgical incursions that operated frequently off the grid. “All right. Let’s get back on point here. Derek. What’s the word from our design engineers on the spec sheet of the zee?” Zee was their slang for zefinium.
“It looks good on paper,” Derek replied and saw the gravity lighten from his friend’s face. MDI had gone into this deal with everything to lose. There were no trial runs. The technical data sheet was the sole basis for drawing up the contract. But if the processed zefinium worked as they theorized, this would mean the first infinite-power source laser weapon ever created.
Jack glanced at Laurie. “Do we have our gate clearance for Divergent Research Zone?”
Silver Fire Research was housed in a heavily guarded compound that contained research facilities with highly sensitive projects.
“Yes, Parker emailed it to me yesterday.”
“Then we’re good to go. Meet us back here at 10:30 a.m., Laurie. We can take the Escalade.”
His personal assistant nodded and left.
Derek stared at his friend in silence. Jack quirked a lop-sided grin. “You’re dying to find out what the drama was this morning?”
Derek shrugged.
“My wife is pissed that she was left out of the German assignment against the arms dealer,” Jack shared.
“The Hamburg account?” Derek’s eyes widened. “She was looking forward to that.”
“Well, I wasn’t,” Jack retorted.
“Jack, you know you can’t make decisions for her regarding her job.”
“I know,” his friend admitted and then exhaled deeply. “But I’ve convinced Viktor that the Leroux account was more important.”
Derek straightened in his chair. “Leroux? As in Sophie Marie?”
“Is there anyone else?”
“I don’t get it.”
“Leroux put in a request to AGS for protection. AGS does not do bodyguard work in the real sense but only short-term protective custody.”
“Why would Dr. Leroux need protection?”
“She was assaulted in a parking lot last week.”
“Jesus Christ! I assume since she’s in our meeting today, she’s okay?”
“Apparently her assailant has shit-for-brains, attacking her after her kendo class; she had her kendo stick with her and somehow she disarmed the guy. He’s lucky it wasn’t her katana, otherwise he’d be missing a hand.”
Derek leaned back thoughtfully. He had done his research on Dr. Sophie Marie Leroux and knew she was an avid fan of the art of Japanese sword fighting. She had been on his mind for a few months now but given his way with women, he decided she was off-limits or he was just a fucking coward to do anything about his attraction to her. But this attempt on her life had just roused a protective instinct in him that was spurring him to quit being on the sidelines.
“So I told Maia it would promote goodwill between Silver Fire and MDI if she personally assessed Dr. Leroux’s security requirements. Even if AGS can’t do the job, she can act as a consultant and outsource it to their contractors.”
Derek shook his head and grinned. “You really are a manipulative bastard.”
***
Sophie thumbed through the results of her isotope enrichment experiment on a small sample of zefinium. The isotope levels were stable and the concentration of zefinium isotopes were optimal to produce the power required for a laser application.
“This is fantastic, Polly,” she told one of her two lab assistants. Polly Smith was a fresh grad out of MIT’s nuclear physics masters program; she was in the process of obtaining her Ph.D. “When Jan shows up later, please brief her on the latest results.” Jan Rivers, her other assistant, had been with her since the inception of Silver Fire Research three years before.
Polly nodded and turned her attention back to the lab computer to enter the results. Sophie sighed and walked back to her office, which was adjacent to the lab. She hadn’t thought it possible to meet someone more introverted than herself. She glanced at the safe on the far side of the office. Within its walls was her father’s research—ten years of work cut short by a lab explosion that had ended the life of Dr. Jean-Pierre Leroux and burdened his daughter with the blueprint for mass destruction.
Her phone buzzed.
“Hey, Beth.”
“So what’s up?” Beth Turner was to the point. She had to be, as a hard-nosed investigative reporter.
“What? No; how are you?”
“Baby girl, you left me a weird voice message, like you were crying. So. What. Is. Up?”
“I dreamt of Adam again. About the night they took him.”
Silence.
“Beth?”
“Oh Sophie.” Her friend’s voice lost its edge. “You haven’t dreamt about h
im for almost a year. You think it’s because of the attack on you last week?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. But I don’t see why.”
“Have you called Dr. Hunter?”
“What’s the point? I won’t let him hypnotize me to forget.”
“But you have to move on. First you retreated into your studies. Now it’s your research. Enough is enough, Sophie. You and David seemed to be making progress. He really likes you, but he said you stopped returning his calls.”
“I—”
“He told me,” Beth cut in. “He told me you freaked out when he, um, you guys got serious fooling around.”
“I keep seeing Adam—”
“Hell!” Beth swore. “If the man weren’t dead, I’d probably want to meet him just to see if he could turn me straight. Well, you definitely don’t want pussy. We tried. Remember?”
“Beth!” Sophie exclaimed, aghast. Her friend could be crude sometimes, and she did not need a reminder of that awkward moment in their friendship. She and Beth had been friends since her freshman year at MIT. Beth was a journalism major at Boston University and they had met at an off-campus house party. Beth got curious about the introverted geek from MIT and decided to make it her mission to pull Sophie out of her shell, starting by dragging her out to bars and other college functions. One day, when they were both slightly tipsy, Beth had kissed her. Although Sophie was curious and tried to respond, the experience left them more than embarrassed. Beth disappeared for several weeks, leaving Sophie despondent with the loss of their friendship. But her friend couldn’t stay away, and when she returned, the friends had a talk and agreed that nothing romantic could come out of their relationship. They had, however, forged a lasting bond.
“So are we going to beat around this dead bush?” Beth asked. “You need a man. By the way, Parker told me that the MDI boys are dropping by later.”
“Why would Stephen even mention our meeting? To you of all people. You know, you better not print any of that. The contract has not been signed yet.”
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