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"So that's it?" Reger growled. "You come into my house, bounce a bunch of Security men around, and then just leave?"
"You're welcome to join us," Skyler offered as he hoisted Poirot up onto his shoulder. "If not, I'm sure you can explain this to the follow-up group."
"You leave me so much choice," Reger bit out as he reluctantly got to his feet. "Where do you propose we go?"
"Let's start with a place where we can keep General Poirot quiet and incommunicado," Skyler said. "I trust you and Kanai have some idea where Phoenix's safe houses are?"
Reger shot a look at Kanai. "Personally, I wouldn't trust anything those amateurs set up," he said. "But I have a couple places of my own that should work. Assuming we get there in one piece, then what?"
"Then we go look up A
Between the drag of the crosswinds and the weight of Fly
It was just as well they hadn't gotten any farther.
"So that's Aegis Mountain," Fly
"That's the place," Jensen said, a prickly sensation crawling across his skin. At the bottom of their ridge, perhaps half a klick away, a wide highway wound its way through the mountains, disappearing around hills in both directions. Away to their left, on the far side of the highway, a black mountain with a wide metal doorway set into its base rose majestically against the night sky.
And filling most of the space between the road and mountain, nestled right up against the slope, were the lights and domed buildings and perimeter wall and huge sensor-controlled laser ca
"Good thing we didn't have any more altitude," Fly
"I know," Jensen heard himself say. "It's bigger than I expected, too."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fly
Jensen nodded toward the base. "It's bigger than it was last year," he said. "A lot bigger. Come on, let's get out of here."
Carefully, they backed down the hill until they were well below the summit and out of range of both prying eyes and line-of-sight autotarget lasers. "You think they've gotten into the mountain?" Fly
"I doubt it," Jensen said, playing the image of the encampment through his mind. "All the equipment I could see under the entrance overhang looked like heavy tu
Fly
"And are hoping to find data about it?" Jensen shrugged. "Could be. Either that, or their war with the Chryselli is getting more desperate than we thought and they're looking for something—anything—to tilt the odds back in their favor."
"I suppose that qualifies as good news for our side," Fly
"If we'd had any superweapons, we sure as hell would have used them," Jensen pointed out, gazing up at the stars peeking through the pine tree's branches. "But it's all academic, because they're not going to get in."
"I hope you're right."
"We're going to make sure I'm right," Jensen said firmly, straightening up. "Come on."
"Where are we—?"
He broke off as Jensen's hand flicked warningly toward his mouth. There had been the sound of movement over to their left ...
Jensen's shuriken pouch was in his left coat pocket. He drew one of the throwing stars with one hand as he signaled Fly
—
And from around a clump of bushes, a Ryq stepped into view.
Jensen felt his breath freeze in his throat. Had their gliders been spotted? Or had he and Fly
But the Ryq didn't seem to be searching for anyone or anything. On the contrary, his pace and posture were almost casual, certainly not the intense look of a soldier searching for suspected intruders. A
sentry, then, walking his assigned territory with the low-level watchfulness of a warrior who hadn't run into any trouble for weeks in a row and wasn't expecting any tonight.
Under other circumstances, Jensen would have been more than happy to stay out of the alien's evening entirely. Unfortunately for the Ryq, his meandering walk was taking him straight toward the tree where Fly
And as the Ryq half turned to face his direction he hurled the weapon straight into the other's throat.
With no sound except the muffled thud of his impact, the alien collapsed to the ground.
Fly
"He is," Jensen assured him as he pulled out the shuriken and returned it to his pouch. "They've obviously pushed their perimeter out farther than I expected. Help me get him back up the hill."
The Ryq was on the smallish side, as Ryq went. Nevertheless, it was no small task to lug his deadweight back up the hill overlooking the base. Making sure they themselves stayed low and out of sight, the two men eased the body over the top and let it roll down the steep slope into the darkness below. "That's not going to fool anyone for long," Fly
"True, but having to haul the body out of there may buy us another hour or two," Jensen pointed out.
"Maybe," Fly
"Actually, I hope he doesn't," Jensen said. "Because we're not linking up with him and the others just yet."
"We're not?" Fly
"No," Jensen said. They reached the bottom of the hill; getting his bearings, he turned northwest. "We're heading for the back door into Aegis Mountain."
"To do what?"
"Like I told you," Jensen said, hearing the grim set to his voice. "To make sure the Ryqril don't get into the base. Quiet, now—there may be more sentries around."
"Colonel Bailey?" a voice called in the darkness. "Colonel?"
The darkness grew lighter, and Bailey opened his eyes to find a Security medic peering anxiously down at him. "How do you feel, sir?" the medic asked.
"How do you think I feel," Bailey growled. He started to lift his head, instantly thought better of it.
"What happened? Who's in charge?"
"I am, sir," a young officer said, stepping into view from behind the kneeling medic. "Lieutenant Ramirez, from the Boulder Security office. I'm afraid they got away, Colonel, the assailants and Reger's people both." His lips compressed. "And they seem to have taken General Poirot with them."