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Dawson stepped out of the shadows and held the point of Franz’s knife to Shon’s throat drawing a thin line of fresh blood.
“Not yet.” Dawson answered.
“What’s his involvement?” Peter asked as he inched closer, still keeping his hands wide.
“Mr. Shonbrin? Wrong place, wrong time. You know what it’s like. Get what we want and you get to keep him in one piece.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but we don’t have it.”
“You lie!” the black man spat as he pulled Shon’s head back cruelly.
“No I don’t.” Peter was calm. “The information was directed from our database to the national drug archive and then purged from our system. Technically it’s not our field.” Peter was only inches away and he saw the fear in Shon’s eyes as he fought the waves of pain lance through his body.
“Then you’ll get it.” Dawson yelled his control of the situation slipping in the face of the professional in front of him.
“Even if I could, I wouldn’t.” Peter answered.
“Peter, on point, there’s a man coming in from behind. I have a clear shot.” Ray spoke rapid fire and watched the video feed. Peter’s hands were still held wide, the right one balling into a fist, and he recognised the symbol to wait.
“He’ll die.” Dawson threatened.
“I don’t think you want to kill anyone else.” Peter’s voice was calm; he felt as if time had stood still, adrenalin sang in his veins as he pressed on relentlessly. “What’s the score now? Three today?”
“Yeah. Going for a new record.” Dawson answered smugly.
“Hey Shon how you doing?” Peter asked as he saw the intelligent eyes roll back.
“Been better.” Shon answered through split lips and smiled weakly.
“Enough of the chitchat!” Dawson snarled seeing his man come from behind. “I want the formula or he dies.”
Jackson began pulling his hostage inside when Shon tripped and fell. Peter lunged forward as he saw the blade arc up and a single gunshot split the calm night air.
Dawson pitched over as Shon let out an agonised cry. Two more shots repeated as the man behind Peter fell lifelessly to the cold earth. The third shot from the roof took Dawson out but not before the knife buried itself into soft flesh. Peter screamed as Jackson tried to disentangle himself and flee. He managed only to be stopped a few feet away by the local police.
The light faded in Dawson’s eyes as he collapsed to the ground and a tear fell from Shon’s as he cradled Peter’s body against his own. A deep well of blood sprang up around the wicked blade that protruded from Peter’s chest and his eyes closed. A dark smudge of blood appeared on his lips as he curled his fingers around Shon’s broken hand and passed out.
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“Matt. You’ve done an exceptional job.” The President smiled as he chewed the end of his pipe.
“Thank you Mr. President. However, I’d like to be there when Elsinger is taken down.”
“I’m sure we can accommodate you. In the interim the information obtained will not leave this room. Joel you have Air Force One on standby?”
“We do sir.”
“And where is Mr. Elsinger now?” The President asked.
“Area 51.” Colonel Anderson spoke.
“General Mackinroth?”
“Our team have isolated his house and are on standby to bring him in under national security. And Caroll is already in custody.”
“Who do we have at Area51 that we know we can trust?”
“At this point sir, the entire base is compromised. I can mobilize a team and have them onsite within thirty-six hours to lock the base down until we can clean the system out.”
“Can you make sure that none of the evidence is destroyed or tampered with?” Matt asked suddenly feeling uneasy.
“Yes sir, we can. With the President’s permission we can mount a strike force to secure the base before you arrive.” Anderson was very calm.
“Make it so.” The President spoke. “Matt there is one other thing that you may have overlooked in this though.”
“Sir?”
The President put the folder down in his hand and reached over the table to the pile of photo’s picking up the one of Connor. “Do you know this man?” He held the photo up.
“Only by reputation sir, we didn’t get the chance to meet.”
“You’ll get your chance Matt.” The President stood up and pulled on his jacket as the officers filed out snapping orders as they went.
“Sir?” Matt couldn’t trust his legs, he felt drained and his energy reserves, which till now had been powered by adrenalin, were all but depleted.
“According to intelligence, Professor Doyle is alive and is a guest of the facility. He has been of specific interest to Mr. Elsinger who has made regular visits to the facility over the last ten months. This could take a while. I suggest you get some rest.” The President put his hand on Matt’s shoulder and spoke gently.
Matt shook his head, a genuine smile spreading across his features for the first time in months. He gathered his evidence and stuffed folders into his satchel as he hurried after the Presidential committee. When they moved, they moved fast and he found himself jogging to catch up.
~~~****~~~
Clair patted Lindsey’s shoulders as she sat hunched in the sparse hospital waiting room. Almost six hours had gone by since they wheeled Peter into surgery and as yet there was no word. She recognised Ray Axon immediately and all but flew into his arms as he swaggered down the long corridor.
“Any news?” he asked gruffly as he held onto Lindsey’s hand and came face to face with Curtis Rollins.
“None yet sir.” Curtis replied respectfully to the old man who at once had turned on his heels and with Lindsey still in tow headed over to where Ray leaned against the wall.
“Mr. Donahue, I understand from your team that it was you who saved my son.” Ray Axon for all his years was still a formidable presence.
“I got the shot off too late sir, otherwise we wouldn’t be here.” Donahue answered sourly.
“It’s because you got the shot off at all that we are here Ray. Don’t be harsh on yourself. Where’s Hendricks?” Dr. Axon looked around the room for the old doctor.
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