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“SM. That would be Slippery Mumm.”
“Thank goodness. His notes and data look to be all here. The plans haven’t been lost.”
The words had barely left her mouth when the lights to the house went off, leaving them in a sea of blackness.
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THE TWO MEN HAD PULLED UP SHORT OF THE CABIN upon seeing a car parked in the drive. The driver opened the trunk, and each man retrieved a Glock semiautomatic pistol and a pair of night vision goggles. Darkness had enveloped the mountain lake by then, and a moonless night offered little illumination.
With trained stealth, they surveyed the cabin’s perimeter and located the electrical panel box. Prying open the cover, one of them found the main breaker and flipped it off.
Inside the windowless lab, it turned as black as a mine shaft at midnight. A
“May be just a power surge,” Pitt said. “Stay still for a moment so you don’t trip and fall.”
As they waited, an uneasy apprehension bedeviled Pitt’s thoughts. “Try turning on the laptop computer for light,” he said. “It should have some battery power.”
“Good idea.” A
From inside the house, Pitt heard the hall floorboards creak. They weren’t alone. He reached toward the workbench beside him and ran his hand across its surface, probing for a weapon. Ignoring some strands of loose wire, he felt a tool—a tiny pair of needle-nose pliers—and he palmed it in his hand.
“There, I think I got it,” A
Pitt saw they were both short but muscular, dressed in dark clothes and wearing night vision goggles. They held Glocks at arm’s length and swept the room mechanically until locking sights on A
“Do not move!” the lead assailant shouted with a slight Spanish accent.
He produced a flashlight and aimed its beam at them. A
The gunman strode forward, keeping his weapon trained on Pitt. “Back against the wall,” he said, illuminating the path with his flashlight.
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He was thorough, Pitt noted, and he knew what he was looking for. He started by examining the laptops and desk journals A
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“Are you done?” the man standing guard asked.
“Almost.” The other man glanced at A
He hoisted the bin onto his shoulder and crossed the lab, guided by his flashlight.
A few seconds after he left the room, the guard called out to him, but he received no reply.
Pitt could hear the intruder as he lumbered through the house and exited the front door. He didn’t have to be a psychic to know nothing good would come from his return.
Without the lights from the flashlight and computer, the garage had again turned inky black. Too black, Pitt realized with a sudden flicker of hope. The guard’s night vision goggles required some form of ambient light to function, be it only faint starlight. But the only source of ambient light in the garage was the laptop computer and it had been removed. That’s why the guard had called to his partner—because he could no longer see anything.
Pitt’s theory was confirmed when he heard a zipper being pulled open on the guard’s jacket. He was fishing for his own flashlight. Pitt didn’t let him make the catch.
Pulling one of A
As he fumbled for his light, the guard had lowered his gun hand and was totally unprepared when the rubberized foot of the crutch slammed into his sternum. The unseen blow thrust him backward, sprawling across Heiland’s desk. He whipped his gun around and fired several blind shots, not realizing he was aiming three feet over Pitt’s head.
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Ducking low, he spun the crutch around again and started swinging it, trying to make contact with the prone gunman. The muzzle flashes gave him guidance, and he batted the aluminum crutch against the man’s wrist with a bone-shattering crack, sending the gun flying.
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Before the door swung shut, she heard the gunman let out a wail from the pain of his fractured wrist. He scrambled off the desk to escape Pitt’s onslaught. Pitt could hear him stagger to his feet, but now he was beyond reach and out of sight. Knowing that A
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The guard countered with his good hand, striking a solid punch to Pitt’s shoulder.
Pitt recoiled and shook off the blow. He knew where his target was and he stepped forward with two quick strikes. He co
Pitt had no time to finish the attack. The hallway door flew open and the other gunman, alerted by the shooting, ran in. He sca
Pitt reacted instantly, flinging himself back across the desk. The gunman tried to track his movements with the light while firing a snap shot, but the bullet went high.
Pitt slid off the desk and onto the floor, ducking out of the shooter’s sight. He wasted no time lying still, scurrying across the floor to the back wall. He bumped against the discarded crutch and plucked it up.
The gunman bolted after Pitt. The beam from his light bounced across the floor as he moved, gradually zeroing in on his prey.
But the light also illuminated the rear door, just a few feet beyond Pitt. Still crouching, he lunged for it, reaching for the handle a second before his torso slammed against the lower half of the door. He caught the handle and twisted, and his weight blasted the door open.