The Project 02 - The Lance

stopped."
    " When is Nick due back?" Elizabeth breathed through her mouth.
    " He didn't say." Ronnie twisted in his restraints, but it was no use. "I hope it's soon."
    They waited for their executioners.

CHAPTER FIFTY

    Nick tried raising Harker and the others. Lamont didn't answer. He was still at the hospital with his mother and probably in a place where a cell phone would set off fifty heart attacks. Nick's ear felt like bees were crawling on it. Under Alpha Red, no response to communications within two minutes meant trouble. Something was wrong.
    He was still driving the armored Suburban. It was already deep twilight. He parked well away from the safe house and moved on foot until he could see the front of the building. There were no cars out front. Everything looked normal. He stayed low outside the stone fencing and followed it around the property. In the back, a light burned in the kitchen window. Two black Jeeps were parked under the trees.
    He crouched behind the wall and thought about his options.
    Two vehicles meant at least two men, probably four, maybe more. He' d never make it to the house undetected, past the alarms and cameras. But there was another way in. He went back to the Suburban and drove with his lights off, past the house to where the highway came to a wide stream. He pulled as far as he could off the road and parked. He took the shotgun and a flashlight and followed the bank of the stream until he came to the grill sealing off the escape tunnel.
    The tunnel looked like a large , rectangular storm drain. Carter disabled the alarm, pulled the grill away and set it aside.
    The tunnel was dry and high enough to walk in. The light from his torch shone on cement walls stained with damp. Bugs and spiders scuttled out of his way. He reached the end of the tunnel. He looked through a spy hole behind the fireplace and saw the others bound to columns, feet stretched out before them on the floor. Harker's face and blouse were bloody.
    Nick stepped through the back of the fireplace. He set the shotgun against the wall, pulled his knife and started cutting them free. First Ronnie, then the others.
    " Nick!" Ronnie whispered. "Dysart and six others. Heavy firepower."
    Ronnie picked up the shotgun and ran to the bottom of the stairs. He eased the slide back, checking to see if a round was chambered. Selena rubbed her wrists. She touched Nick on the arm, as if making sure he was real.
    Stephanie ran to the tunnel, opened a steel locker and took out weapons. She handed an M4A1 to Selena, one to Harker and quietly racked the bolt on her own. They loaded up.
    "They've got Mac-10s," Ronnie said in a low voice.
    Nick took out his pistol. "What do you think? Should we go up, or bring them down here?"
    " Up. There's no way to get them all down here at once. We have to go after them."
    " Is the door locked?"
    " I don't know. Probably not. They think we're helpless." He smiled. Nick knew the look. Ronnie was mad. It wasn't a good idea to get Ronnie mad at you.
    " Black flag, Ronnie."
    He nodded. "I'll go first." He patted the stock of the Remington. "More spread, close quarters, lots of noise. Should take them by surprise."
    Nick felt the adrenaline rush. He took a few breaths to calm himself.
    "Stephanie, Director," he said in a low voice. "You wait down here. Take them out if someone gets by us. Selena, you follow Ronnie and me up. Cover us. Lay down fire when you can. You get a clear shot at one of the bad guys, take it. Don't get yourself killed."
    The three moved silently up the stairs. Light and the murmur of voices slipped through the crack under the door. Ronnie put his left hand on the knob and turned it in a slow, even movement. He nodded.
    Nick held up three fingers, mouthed the count. One. Two. Three.
    The door flew open. T he man who had mauled Selena sat with one of the others drinking beer. Their guns were on the table in front of them. They went for their weapons.
    The Remington blew the first man out of his chair and painted the wall in back of him with blood. Nick fired twice as the second lifted his gun. The big hollow point bullets drove him into the stove and to the floor. Two down.
    Nick caught m ovement in the living room and dove to the side. He heard Selena's weapon behind him. The arch around the entrance to the living room disintegrated in a shower of plaster.
    A long burst from a Mac-10 sprayed the kitchen with rounds. He could hear the bolt snicking back and forth over the soft