The Colonel's Widow?. Mallory Kane
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plenty. I can’t see anything out there.”
Rook dialed in the code and opened the heavy door. He reached in and pulled out two machine guns, along with several magazines of ammunition. “Wow,” he breathed. “You’ve upgraded.”
Deke walked back over to the fireplace. “HK 416s,” Deke said. “Secret Service gave me those after you disappeared. Part of their commitment to protecting Irina. You should find some super-hot night-vision goggles in there, too. And several flash grenades.”
“Nice.” Rook examined one of the 416s briefly and efficiently. His ease with handling the big weapon sent chills down Irina’s spine.
Deke pulled out his phone and dialed a number. He spoke a few words and hung up. “The Secret Service team will be here in less than twenty.”
“Hand me a com unit. And don’t we have some Tasers around here?”
Deke had already pulled a small wired box out of his pocket. “Pocket Tasers and handcuffs are stowed in the duffel bag I brought in.”
Irina watched them in awe. They hadn’t seen or talked to each other in two years, yet they worked completely in synch, anticipating each other’s needs. Their calm efficiency was reassuring and yet profoundly frightening at the same time.
As he grabbed the com unit and inserted the earpiece, Rook nodded at Irina. “You’re going to the basement.”
“Wait. I can take the Sig. I can help—”
“Now!” He pointed a finger at her. “And don’t open the door until you hear my signal. There’s a Glock down there, with plenty of extra ammo. Remember the safe word?”
She nodded stiffly, nearly paralyzed with fear. Years ago, when Rook had bought the cabin, he’d extended the basement to the barn and turned it into a safe room, reinforced with steel.
Since the barn was downhill from the cabin, a short tunnel was all that was necessary to join the two buildings. A door at the far end of the basement joined the back wall of the barn.
He’d gone over a long list of precautions with her. His insistence on such extensive safety measures had spooked her at the time, but they’d never had to use any of them.
For her, Rook’s very presence had always meant safety. But no more. The man standing in front of her with cold determination hardening his face was not the same man she’d married.
“Go!” he barked.
“Don’t—” she choked out through her constricted throat “—don’t get killed.”
ROOK DECIDED to follow Irina down the stairs from the pantry to the basement. He wasn’t going to take any chances. He’d see for himself that she was securely locked in the basement safe room.
He didn’t touch her—he didn’t have to, to know that she was shivering with fear and confusion. That and more radiated from her like a fever. He couldn’t blame her, but he couldn’t reassure her, either.
He wanted to tell her how sorry he was. Wanted to somehow explain. But even if he could form the words, they were meaningless. Mere words couldn’t make up for what she’d been through.
Hell, nothing could.
He opened the basement door and stepped back to let her pass. She went through the reinforced metal door and pushed it almost closed, then paused, peering at him through the narrow opening.
Long ago, he’d promised her that she would never be afraid again. He’d promised himself that she’d never have cause to regret marrying him. He’d broken both promises.
“Why?” she whispered, as if she knew his thoughts. “Why did you let me believe you were dead? All this time—”
He clenched his jaw. “Not now, Rina.”
She recoiled slightly, as if dodging a blow.
He’d hurt her again. More. It seemed that all he’d ever be able to do from now on was hurt her.
Reassuring words lodged in his throat. If he said them, they could turn into yet another lie. She needed time to heal, time to learn that she could trust him.
But right now time was a luxury they couldn’t afford, because Novus had found them. So he said nothing.
She lowered her gaze and closed the door.
Rook stood there until he heard the massive lock click into place, then he mounted the stairs.
He tapped the ultralight communications transmitter in his ear.
“Deke?” he muttered.
“Front room. And whisper, dammit. You’re busting my eardrums.” Deke’s words slid through his head as if they were his own thoughts.
“Irina’s secure,” he mouthed, barely making a sound. “I’m in the kitchen. Whatcha got?”
“I see two, slinking around behind the trees.”
Deke’s voice was clear and as smooth as silk. These were damn good units. A far cry from the staticky ones they’d used during their Air Force missions.
“I figure there are four of them,” Deke continued. “And two of us. That makes it even odds.”
Rook’s mouth twitched. “You’re giving those four guys a lot of credit.”
“Yeah, well, they may have explosives. How do you want to handle this?”
“The two you don’t see—where are they?”
“My guess—one at the front door and one at the back, waiting for us to come out. I’m betting Novus wants you alive, so they’ll try tear gas first. Then escalate to stun grenades if they have to.”
“What about these grenades we’ve got?”
“New toy, courtesy of Homeland Security. Works like a regular grenade. The flash blinds the enemy for thirty seconds or so. The goggles you’ve got hanging around your neck will protect you.”
“What if they have the goggles, too?”
“These babies are brand-new technology. Prototypes. Theory is you can stare at the sun for hours with them on. I doubt Novus has them yet. We don’t have them—officially. Whoa!”
“What?”
“They’re on the move.”
“Deke, go get Rina and get the hell out of here. Through the basement into the barn. The keys are in the rental car. I’ll hold them off.”
“The hell you will! Four against one’s not the same as four against two. You’ll be playing right into their hands. You get Irina, I’ll hold off these—” Deke spilled a few choice curse words. “I’ve gotten away from Novus twice before. I can do it again.”
“With that arm you may not be able to handle the 416. It’s heavy.”
“You don’t worry about me. I can handle anything you can.”
Rook heard something clatter against the kitchen window. “Something hit the window. Probably tear gas.”
“Rook—go! Take Irina and get to safety. They’re after you, not me.”
“No way. We’ll take them together and then I’ll get Rina. As long as she stays in the safe room, she’ll be fine.”
“Unless one of our visitors decides to check out the barn.”
“The steel door from the barn into the safe room is rated for twenty minutes against dynamite.”
“Good to know. So how do we want to take these guys? Stay together or split up?”
“You take the front. I’ll take the back and then we’ll catch the middle two in a crossfire. No casualties unless