MONTANA
8:22 AM MOUNTAIN STANDARD TIME
IT HADN’T BEEN a simple matter to get Ash back to the Bunker. The only vehicles that hadn’t been wrecked in the attack on the Ranch were three motorcycles kept in the Bunker, and with Ash unconscious, there was no way he could be transported on one.
Lizzie Drexel’s vehicle was also not an option. It had been blown apart with everything else when the garage exploded.
The best they could do right away was get one of the motorcycles down the tunnel, muscle it up through the hatch, and send their only medic, Lily Franklin, out to do what she could. Ten minutes later they sent a second bike with two men, the one in back carrying a stretcher.
Once Lily had Ash as stabilized as she could get him, they loaded him onto the stretcher, and alternated between carrying him and pushing the motorbikes back to the Bunker.
Matt was at the end of the tunnel when they arrived.
“How is he?” he asked Lily as soon as she climbed down through the hatch.
“A broken arm. Ribs cracked. Undoubtedly a concussion. There might be some internal damage, too, but there’s not much I can do about that.” She took a breath. “We need to get somebody here who can handle that kind of thing.”
“Is he conscious yet?”
“No.”
Once they had maneuvered Ash through the hatch and into the Bunker, they took him straight to the medical area and transferred him to the bed next to Gagnon.
A moment or two later, footsteps pounded down the hall, skidding to a stop outside the door. A half second later, Josie rushed in.
Matt grabbed her around the shoulders. “Josie, you need to stand back.”
“Let me go!” She squirmed in his arms, trying to break free. “He’s my dad! Let me go!”
She twisted again, dropped down out of his grasp, and ran to the bed.
“Dad? Dad, can you hear me?”
Tentatively she touched her father’s shoulder and shook it.
“Dad, wake up.”
“He can’t,” Lily said. “I gave him something to keep him under.”
“Why?”
“If he wakes, he’d be in a lot of pain. It’s better if he rests now.”
“Is he going to be okay?”
Lily shot a worried glance at Matt before looking back at Josie. “We’re doing all we can.”
“That’s not an answer.”
Matt stepped in next to them. “It’s the best answer she can give. You don’t want her to lie, do you?”
Looking dejected, Josie shook her head.
“You want to stay here with him?” Matt asked.
“Yes,” she said quickly.
He nodded toward a chair sitting against the wall, and one of the men brought it over. Josie sat down and slipped her hand into her father’s.
Matt waited a moment, then quietly left the room. With the exception of Lily, the others did the same. Once they were far enough away from Josie, Matt said, “I need a man on each bike to head out and find a doctor, preferably a surgeon, just in case.”
“I’ll go,” one man said.
“Me, too,” another offered.
The man beside him raised his hand. “And me.”
“No,” a new voice called out from down the hall. “I’ll be the third.”
Chloe was walking quickly toward them, the look on her face daring anyone to challenge her.
After the two bikes that had been used were refueled, and the third was lifted out of the Bunker, Chloe and the other two raced off.
Matt watched them until they disappeared. Then, instead of going back down into the tunnel, he walked over to the edge of the woods, and looked for the first time at the still smoldering hulk that had once been their headquarters.
A snowflake fell on the back of his hand, and another flew by his face, but he barely noticed. He stared at the remains of the Lodge, remembering all that had happened there, the good and the bad. It had been more than just a place to meet and make plans.
It had been his home.
But, as devastating as it was to see it this way, he knew the horrors that were about to come would be much worse.
37
THE MOOD AT the cabin is somber. Though they’ve been able to warm up Laurie, her pulse is still weak, and when she speaks it’s like she doesn’t know where she is. She needs a doctor.
While there may be one somewhere in the area, the only doctors they know about for sure are the ones down the mountain, back in Ridgecrest. But because of the snow, the drive would be dangerous at best, and quite possibly deadly.
Mr. Weber sees no choice, though. He can’t just sit and watch his daughter fade away.
Because the Gables’ car is the only one with chains, Martina’s father agrees to let him take it. At least this means those at the cabin will still have a radio.
Mrs. Weber wants to go, too, but her husband insists on her staying. Her sniffles are disguised by her tears. As much as she wants to believe she got out of Los Angeles without being exposed, it is just wishful thinking. Soon she will be too sick to get out of bed, and by then she won’t be the only one not feeling well.
But that is hours away. Now they all stand near the front door, watching Mr. Weber drive Laurie away.
No one says what they’re all thinking, that they wonder if the two will ever come back.
They won’t.
But Martina is the only one who will know that for sure.
__________
JOSIE REALIZES THE drug in her father’s system is supposed to keep him asleep. But his eyes have started to move under their lids, and every once in a while his body jerks one way or the other.
“Wake up,” she says, keeping her voice low so the woman who’s been taking care of him doesn’t hear her. “Come on, Dad. Wake up.”
But he remains unconscious, living through whatever dream is playing in his mind.
“Wake up, Dad,” she said one more time, knowing he won’t.
__________
CHLOE DRIVES FASTER than she should in the falling snow, but she has finally reached the main highway, and can’t help but go as quickly as possible. Ash’s life is on the line, and she must do everything she can to save him.
It’s dark now, the gloomy day turning into an even gloomier night, making her task all the more difficult. But she keeps going.
At one point there is movement off to the side of the road, but she’s already past it by the time it registers and she can’t take a chance looking back. One wrong move and the bike could slip out from under her, which could mean a death sentence not only for her, but for Ash, too.
For half a second, she thinks she hears something, but it, too, is gone, and soon she forgets about both the noise and the movement as she continues racing down the highway.
__________
KUSUM IS THE one who ends up having to give everyone the shots. Because of his injuries, Sanjay is in no condition to do it himself. Besides, his only experience stems from the one shot he gave Kusum.
Still, he is part of the process. Each time a bottle of the vaccine runs dry, he removes a new one from his bag. This way, he is the only one who knows how few containers are left. Right from the start, he has Kusum give each person an amount that’s less than what he’d given her, hoping that will be enough to make the vaccine last.
Even then, the supply is dwindling faster than he would like. He knows if his mind were clearer, he would be able to figure out if there is going to be enough for everyone. But math is beyond him at the moment.
Kusum’s father is the last in line. When his turn finally comes, Sanjay breathes a sigh of relief. There are still two precious bottles left.
These, he shows Kusum. Her eyes widen at how close they have come to running out, but then she smiles and says, “Good. Then we still have some if others need it.”
Her words make him feel better until one of the children she has collected asks, “So now what do we do?”
Everyone looks at
Sanjay. Even Kusum’s father seems anxious to hear his response.
He stares back at them, then says the only thing that comes to his mind. “We stay together, and we survive.”
It’s not a plan, or a course of action. It is merely words, no different than an advertising slogan meant to evoke an emotion in consumers.
But it seems to work. There are several scattered smiles, and a few nodding heads. And, at least for the moment, no one asks, “How do we do that?”
__________
THE DAY IS growing short. Brandon can’t see the sun because of the clouds, but dimming light is enough to tell him that the sun is low on the horizon.
About two hours earlier, it had started to snow. He had walked in it for a while, but was getting too wet, so he moved into the trees just off the side of the road, and gathered enough branches to build a lean-to against a large trunk. It’s not perfect, but it is keeping most of the snow out.
Should he have stayed at the woman’s house? At least he had shelter there.
No. I did the right thing.
To warm up, he unravels his sleeping bag and crawls inside, but he remains sitting, his back against the tree.
Tomorrow he needs to find a house, or some kind of building, hopefully someplace with a phone that he can try to call the only number he knows—his father’s cell phone. He’s not sure if his father even has a signal where he is, but Brandon doesn’t know what else to do.
He doesn’t even realize he nodded off until the noise wakes him. It’s the sound of a high-pitched engine. Given the weather—it’s still snowing—he wonders if it might be a snowmobile, not knowing that the thin cover that has fallen so far is not enough for one of the machines to operate on.
It seems to be coming from somewhere down the road. After another few seconds, he realizes it’s heading in his direction. He unzips his bag and tries to pull himself out, but his foot gets tangled in the bottom. He twists it around until it finally comes free, then shoves his feet into his shoes and stumbles through the darkness toward the highway.
After a whole day of not seeing anyone, he is no longer worried about who he might run into. He needs help. He needs to find someone, anyone.
The delay at the sleeping bag causes him to arrive at the road just seconds before the snowmobile passes. He sees the single headlight and starts waving. As it goes by, he realizes it’s not a snowmobile at all, but a motorcycle.
“Hey!” he yells, already knowing his voice will be drowned out. “Hey!”
But the red taillight recedes at the same speed the headlight came toward him.
Brandon rushes to the center of the road and jumps up and down. “Hey! Hey! Come back!”
The motorcycle continues on, and soon the light and the sound of the engine fade to nothing.
__________
IN HIS DREAM Ash is playing catch again. The air is springtime warm, and on its breeze the smell of barbecue.
Brandon arcs the ball into the air, and Ash takes a few steps back so that it’ll land right in his mitt, but he stumbles as he catches it, and falls onto the grass.
His son breaks out into hysterics, doubling over in laughter.
On the porch in front of the house—a house that kind of looks like the one they had in Barstow—Josie, book in hand, is also laughing.
He always loves it when she laughs. It reminds him of Ellen, his wife.
Just as he thinks this, Ellen walks outside carrying a plate of brownies. Never mind that she’s been dead nearly nine months. She’s here now.
“They’re still hot. Who wants one?” she calls out.
“I do!” Brandon said.
Josie looks up. “Me, too.”
“How about you, sweetheart?” Ellen says, looking directly at Ash. “I know they’re your favorite.”
They are indeed. No one can make a brownie like Ellen can.
“Get up,” Josie says to him. “Come on, Dad. Wake up.”
__________
THE ROOM IS many rooms. The locations, too numerous to count.
Lit or dark, it doesn’t matter.
The only thing important is the sound of the cough.
The Project Eden saga returns in Fall 2012, with Volume Four
ASHES
About the Author
Brett Battles is the Barry Award-winning author of over a dozen novels, including the Jonathan Quinn series, the Logan Harper series, and the Project Eden series. You can learn more at his website: brettbattles.com
The Destroyed
Quinn is back
Whether he wants to be or not
Mila Voss is dead.
That’s what the team hired to terminate her had reported, and that’s how her file had been marked.
Dead. Six years now.
So why did she suddenly show up on a hotel’s security camera in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania? Those who’d paid for her elimination are more than a little curious.
One person should know what happened—Jonathan Quinn, one of the best cleaners in the business, the man who’d been tasked with the disposal of her body.
Only Quinn isn’t exactly easy to get ahold of these days, and he may not be willing to share the answer.
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Becoming Quinn
Every Identity Has an Origin
This Is Jonathan Quinn’s
Most careers begin with an interview and a handshake. Others require…something more.
Meet Jake Oliver. The day will come when he's one of the best cleaners in the business, a man skilled at making bodies disappear. At the moment, however, he’s a twenty-two-year-old rookie cop, unaware his life is about to change.
In a burning barn a body is found—and the fire isn't the cause of death. The detectives working the case have a pretty good idea about what went down. But Officer Oliver thinks it’s something else entirely, and pursues a truth others would prefer remain hidden—others who will go to extreme lengths to keep him quiet.
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“A pure delight.”—Jeffery Deaver,
author of Edge and the Lincoln Rhyme novels,
on the first Quinn novel, The Cleaner
“Quinn is one part James Bond, one part Jason Bourne.”
—Nashville Book Worm
The Project Eden Thrillers
Sick & Exit 9
Sick
Daniel Ash wakes after midnight to the cry of his daughter. Just a bad dream, he thinks. She’s had them before. Stepping through her doorway, he expects to find her sitting up in bed, frightened by a nightmare. But the nightmare is his. It’s real. And it's just beginning.
Something is burning Ash's daughter alive. Something horrible that is spreading beyond the walls of their home and taking no prisoners. Soon, Ash’s world threatens to come apart at the seams as a team of armed men in biohazard suits bursts into his house. But these aren’t the good guys. They haven’t come to save Ash’s family. They’ve come to make the problem go away.
But Ash refuses to disappear. He wants only one thing: to find those responsible. Because humanity is on the brink of extinction. And man is pulling the trigger.
Exit 9
Before, it was just a test, a little demonstration to see if the virus worked. It did, and so much better than its creators could have ever hoped. But the testing phase is over. It’s time for Project Eden to take the next step.
If Project members have their way, humanity is about to get a reboot. It’s up to Daniel Ash and the others in the outnumbered Resistance to keep the Project from severely downsizing mankind. But can their small force succeed in the face of a plan decades in the making? The human race had better hope so, because if Ash and his friends don’t succeed…
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“You think Battles was badass before? He just cranked it up to 500 joules. CLEAR!”
—PopCultureNerd.com on Sick
“Sick is Br
ett Battles at his best.”
—Tim Hallinan, author of the Edgar-nominated
The Queen Of Patpong
The Logan Harper Thrillers
Little Girl Gone & Every Precious Thing
Little Girl Gone
Logan Harper isn't looking for redemption. He just wants to live in peace and forget his troubled past. But one morning his quiet life is upended when he interrupts the attempted murder of his father's best friend, Tooney. The next thing he knows, Logan is on his way to Los Angeles, searching for Tooney's missing granddaughter and uncovering a sinister plot connected not only to Tooney's past, but also to the boardrooms of corporate America. As the odds stack up against him, Logan must fall back on old skills from the life he'd rather forget. He's made a promise, and the only way to fulfill it is to bring the girl home alive.
Every Precious Thing
It was supposed to be a fun weekend, a celebration of a marriage and growing family. Alan Lindley couldn't have been happier...until his wife Sara disappeared. Asked by a mutual friend to help look for her, Logan Harper is sure he'd discover a wife who simply wanted out of the marriage. What he finds instead is a woman who didn't exist, a diabolical plan, and people who would do anything to keep it a secret, including taking the life of the person most important to him. What would you do for those precious to you?
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“The best word I can use to describe his writing is addictive.”
—James Rollins, New York Times bestselling author
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