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  Sarah sighed, her shoulders sloping in an exhaustive effort, and shifted her left hand to the side of her belt casually, just over the last C-4 explosive she had left. “Always the hard way.”

  A quick succession of boots pounded across the deck of the ship as the remaining guards hurried toward her. Her hand flicked on the detonator, and it immediately started blinking, causing the guard to shift his eyes to the distracting light. With her right hand, she drew her pistol and shot the guard in the chest before he had a chance to react.

  The sound of the oncoming footfalls doubled after the shot was fired, and Sarah flung the C-4 explosive over the side of the ship, where the magnetic strip found the side of the hull, and it clung to it like a leech to a body. Twelve guards surrounded her as she kept her hands up in the air. “You guys might want to hold on to something.”

  The explosion that rocked the side of the boat sent everyone off their feet, and Sarah managed to take out four of the guards before the rest of them realized what had happened. Then Sarah wedged herself between two of the still-disoriented guards, brought her hands around the front of their chins, and viciously twisted their necks until she heard the distinct pop that severed the spinal cord from the brainstem.

  The remaining six guards rushed after her, some of them firing blindly into the smoke filling the air from the massive hole now etched in the ship’s side, sending ricocheting bullets all around them. One landed in her calf and sent her to the ground. She could feel the boat shift while she pushed herself up from the watery deck and examined the wound on her calf. She rotated her ankle, triggering a sensation of pain against her leg and a gush of blood from the wound. The bullet was still inside. She pushed herself out of the salt–blood mixture that covered the floor and limped between two piles of nets. The six remaining guards were now on high alert, and she was out of bombs. But with the ship turning around, all she had to do was wait it out until they made it to the dock then sneak off quickly, quietly, and with a bullet wound in her calf. Yeah, sounds like a great plan. She pulled both pistols out.

  The smoke covering the deck of the ship grew thick, and she could feel the jerkiness of the boat’s motions. She wasn’t sure where on the haul the bomb had hit, but from the way they were moving, she guessed that it was pretty. The acrid fumes caused her to squint her bloodshot eyes as her entire body throbbed in pain. She kept her pistols scanning the smoke, fingers on the triggers, waiting for the guards to show themselves.

  Sarah closed her eyes, letting the sound of their gear, boots, and guns tell her where they were. A light thump sounded behind her. Its culprit was a two-hundred-pound male, roughly six feet tall, with what sounded like an extra twenty pounds of gear on.

  With a weak leg, she pivoted, adjusted the aim of her pistol upward, and fired into the smoke, and the distinct thud of two hundred and twenty pounds hit the ground. Five more. The fallen comrade triggered another guard to rush to his aid, where he was swiftly disposed of with another shot into the smoke behind her. Four more.

  Each sound that entered her ears was analyzed and categorized so she could determine if it was a threat. Her mind sifted through the clunks of machinery and of the men trying to gun her down. Black smoke continued to fold its blinding haze around her, contrasting against the light of day from above.

  Six quick successive footsteps clanged against the metal deck. One—no, two guards sixty degrees to her left. Again she pivoted, firing three shots into the smoke. Two more.

  The next sixty seconds were quiet. The guards were scared now. They couldn’t see her, had no idea where she was, and even though she couldn’t see them, all she needed was their slightest misstep to know exactly where her targets were.

  A wave of lightheadedness overcame Sarah, and she had to bring one of the pistols down to keep herself from collapsing. The blood from her calf was still flowing, and the knife-like pain in her left shoulder was beginning to equal the knife-like pain in her right side. Her breaths grew shorter, her mind grew bleary, and she could feel herself fading. She wouldn’t last much longer.

  Then the subconscious training of her mind picked up another sound. One hundred twenty degrees to her right—no, one hundred twenty-five, two voices, whispering, but their voices bounced off something. They were hidden behind a crate. She didn’t have a shot in her current position.

  Sarah gritted her teeth and forced herself up with a soundless effort and pushed forward through the filter of black smoke. Her left arm had gone completely numb now, forcing her to holster the weapon it held, leaving her with just the one pistol, and it took all her strength to keep it steady.

  Visibility was limited to less than a foot, and her reflexes had somehow managed to stay intact as flashes of equipment, nets, and metal all quickly appeared then disappeared. Each sudden reveal was less than a second. One wrong move and she could give herself away or miss a perfect shot. The stakes triggered another shot of adrenaline, pushing her eyelids up a little farther as she homed in on the area around her. She wasn’t sure how long the energy burst was going to last, but she was ready to capitalize on it.

  Quick footsteps sounded; they were running. Coming from two different directions, but they still sounded close together. They almost ran in unison. It didn’t make sense. The steps were getting closer, faster. They were heading right for her, but from where?

  Either side.

  Sarah fired to her right, killing the guard instantly, and despite the adrenaline surge that coursed through her, she was still too slow to stop the last guard from barreling into her with a knife to the gut, which failed to pierce the Kevlar. Her gun fell to the deck, and Sarah head-butted the guard’s nose. The crunch of cartilage was followed by a pain-induced grunt and an explosion of blood. The guard only took a half step backward, but it was all the space she needed to separate herself from him, twist the knife out of his hand, then jam it into his femoral artery. He bled out in less than twenty seconds.

  Sarah dropped the blade, and it hit the ship’s deck with a thud. She limped her way forward toward the bridge. When she arrived, the very worn-looking Spanish man had both his hands up and was yelling at her in panic. She couldn’t speak Spanish, but she managed to get the context of what he was concerned about. She waved her right hand at him.

  “No, I’m done shooting people for the day.” Then she collapsed into the chair next to her. “Just drop me off at the port, and I’ll get out of your hair.”

  The captain continued his Spanish diatribe, gesturing wildly with his hands when the radio screeched, and Sarah could have sworn she heard Bryce’s voice, but she waved it off.

  “Sarah!” This time his voice came in loud and clear. “Sarah, do you copy? Pick up the radio.”

  The captain grabbed the radio before Sarah could reach for it and spewed his tirade into Bryce’s ear. She snatched the radio out of his hand then collapsed back into her seat. “How the hell do you do this shit? I mean, I’m on a boat you’ve never heard of, with a guy that doesn’t speak English, and yet you manage to find a way to get in contact with me.”

  “Well, it’s really not that hard. With the satellite feed, I was still able to track your movements, and I could see the ship from the same images, so all I had to do was a simple broad scan of the frequencies until I—”

  “You still don’t get that when I ask those questions, they’re rhetorical, do you?”

  “Rick is gone, and so is Global Power.”

  Sarah winced as she plugged the bullet hole in her calf with a bundle of gauze she pulled out of a first aid kit. “Yeah, I know. I stopped the bombs, though.”

  “Vince is on his way back from Moscow now. I’ll have him pick you up on the way. You need any medical attention?”

  Sarah glanced down at herself, taking in the amount of blood that had managed to make its way out of her body and onto her clothes. The scrapes, cuts, and bruises decorated her in a painful blanket. The internal pressure was almost too much to bear.

  “Nothing I can’t patch up mys
elf.” The answer was nonchalant, but Bryce couldn’t see her almost passed out sitting down.

  “Well, I’ll have Vince put a package together anyway. You gonna be all right until he gets there?”

  “Oh, yeah. Just me and Captain and Tennille.” Sarah dropped the radio, and the captain continued his verbal assault, but she knew Bryce wasn’t listening anymore. She shifted in her chair and spotted a bottle of tequila behind the first aid kit.

  “You wouldn’t happen to have any ice and salt, would you?” The man responded in gibberish, and she popped the top off the bottle and took a swig. “I’ll take that as a no.”

  10

  The moment Sarah set foot on the chopper that took her to the jet that had a direct flight to Chicago, she snatched Vinny’s phone and called her brother. To her dismay, it went straight to voicemail. “Benny, it’s Sarah. Hey, call me as soon as you get this, all right?” She didn’t bother calling more than once. She didn’t think she could take it if he didn’t answer again. HQ didn’t have any field agents to spare to perform a house check at her brother’s, so all she could do was sit and fidget as the doctor stitched her up and plugged an IV into her arm.

  The moment they touched down, she rushed to her brother’s house, but when she opened the door, no one was there. The cars were still in the driveway, everything was still neatly tucked away, but no one was home. She went straight back to HQ, where both Bryce and Mack were waiting for her. She could tell their expressions were worried, but she didn’t know why.

  “Did you already do it? Did you already get them to a safe house?” She was out of breath, panting, even though the jog over had been light, easy. Neither of them answered. “Where are they?”

  “Sarah, we don’t know how they found them,” Bryce said. “There wasn’t any trace linking Ben, Becca, and the kids back to you.”

  “What happened, Bryce?”

  “Demps. He has them.”

  All her senses went blind with rage, overpowering the pain still coursing through her body. The yell that penetrated the floor of HQ was primal, ancient. It had lain dormant for years, and now it was awake. It was angry. And it was in control.

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  Agent Hill: Powerless

  1

  From the rooftops of the apartment complexes, you could see the decay of the Chicago neighborhoods in broad daylight. Rusted cars, sagging roofs, bars protecting broken windows, boarded-up doors, graffiti spray painted in reds, yellows, greens, and whites. The alleyways and streets were littered with trash, broken bottles, used needles, and the smell of people too tired, hungry, and weak to dispose of their business in what conventional plumbing was left in the city.

  With the exception of the blaring horns, the sporadic gunfire echoing down side alleys, and the shattered cymbal-like crash of store windows, the city was quiet. The hum of generators had finally ceased after four days. The gas stations hadn’t received a delivery in more than a week, and anyone who wasn’t out of the city by now was most likely causing problems for anyone with a gallon of water or fuel.

  Agent Sarah Hill gently kicked both her legs off the side of one of the six-story brick apartment complexes in the West Side of Chicago. Only a few light scars still rested on her face, which was covered in a thick coat of sweat. Her sleeves were rolled up all the way to her shoulders, exposing her toned, muscular arms to the afternoon sun above. Her black jacket rested in a folded half next to her. A .45 Colt 1911 pistol hung on either side of the dual-shoulder holster. The belt she wore held four extra magazines of ammo along with two small yet very powerful C-4 explosive devices, which she had found very handy as of late, and a small lock-picking set.

  Sarah reached for the bottle of water and took a few gulps then poured a little bit into her hand and dabbed the back of her sun-drenched neck. While the all-black, high-tech Kevlar woven fabric that comprised her shirt and pants made for fantastic field gear, it did little to cool her in the blazing heat.

  “You know, you should really get into some shade,” Bryce said.

  The small black dot on the inside of Sarah’s ear connected her to her support agent, Bryce Milks, who was able to view all her movements through their agency’s satellite hovering more than five hundred miles above the Earth’s surface.

  “And you really need to get a girlfriend,” Sarah answered, watching a group of men gather at the end of an alleyway. “You did get rid of those toys you had at your apartment, right?”

  “Okay, first of all, they’re models, not toys—”

  “Wait!” Sarah said, stretching out her arms as if he were there in front of her to make him stop. “Can you hear that? It’s the sound of your sex life screaming out in pain.” Sarah cupped her hands over her mouth, giving her a slight echo, and lowering her voice. “Help me. Please, help me.”

  “All right, so when was the last time you went out on a date?”

  “What are you talking about? I go out on dates all the time. I’m on a date right now, in fact.”

  “With whom?”

  “Crime,” Sarah said, squinting her eyes and looking out into the Chicago skyline. “We should talk to Mack about making an action figure based off of me. Those things would sell like hotcakes.”

  “Yes, I can see it now. Sexually promiscuous, foul-mouthed Barbie doll. Mothers will go nuts for those,” Bryce replied.

  “I’ll have you know I’m a fantastic role model.” Sarah looked back down at the gathering group of wild-eyed individuals and watched one of them remove a pistol from the back of his jeans, while the rest wielded crowbars, knives, and large pieces of wood. Their slow, methodical path seemed to be set toward a convenience store down at the end of the street that still had most of its windows intact. “I’ve got a mob heading east on Superior Street.”

  Sarah swung her legs from the side of the ledge back to the roof, grabbing her jacket and seamlessly sliding her arms into the sleeves on her jog to the fire escape. She jumped down each flight of stairs, the metal grates rattling with each impact, until she finally landed on the asphalt of the alleyway.

  “That’s the fourth one today,” Bryce said. “People are getting desperate.”

  “People do some crazy shit when they get hungry. Hell, I once broke a cash register at a Rally’s because they were out of fries.” The mob circled the store, screaming their threats to the frightened owner through the windows. Sarah cracked her knuckles as she closed in on the mob. “Did you call it in?”

  “Yeah, but it’s not doing any good. The cops stopped answering calls two days ago.”

  “Good thing I’m here, then.”

  “Remember, no guns.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I remember. Don’t shoot civilians who are deliberately breaking the law. It’s like you don’t think I ever read the mission docs.”

  Bryce paused a moment before answering. “That’s because you don’t read the mission docs. You always have me give you a summarized version.”

  “Tomatoes, tomahtoes.” Sarah scooted up on the back side of the mob, examining each of them. Height, weight, weapon of choice, clothing, a
nd any weak points she could exploit. She stood there for a good sixty seconds with none of them noticing until she tapped one of the men in the back of the group on the shoulder. He spun around, sweat dripping down his face, squinting from the glare of the sun flooding his eyes. Sarah smiled. “I’m here for the neighbors-fighting-neighbors convention. Is this the line for the sign-in sheet?”

  The man looked her up and down and elbowed his friend next to him. “John, you see this bitch?” John turned around and gave the same angry, empty-eyed squint that his buddy did. “I’d get out of here if you know what’s good for you, sweetheart.”

  “Funny, I was just going to say the same thing to you.” Sarah punched the one named John in the face first, causing him to drop the crowbar in his hands, which Sarah caught with her left hand then brought to the side of his friend’s knee hard, knocking him to the ground. Their moans and curses caused the rest of their fellow looters to turn around. The one man wielding the pistol immediately aimed his gun at her, but she didn’t flinch; his hand was shaking. She took a few steps into the mob, gripping each end of the crowbar across the back of her shoulders. The men around her kept their distance, still eyeing their whimpering colleagues on the ground. “So, here’s the deal, boys. I get that it’s hot, and you’re hungry, tired, and frustrated, but instead of destroying that fine Chicago establishment of commerce, you’re going to go home. Or head to a relief center. Because if you don’t, you’ll be joining your two friends back there.”

  Sarah gestured to the two men, now staggering or crawling away. She watched the constipated faces of twelve fully grown men as they struggled to determine whether they wanted to take their chances with the five-foot-seven, 125-pound woman in front of them. “Well?” Sarah asked.

 

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