Armen Gharabegian - Protocol 7

“Not responding to calls on the secure phone, and I don’t want to use an open line-especially now. We’ll talk about it when I get there.”

“All Right. We’ll be walking north on Holden-find us.” He didn’t fancy waiting around on the sidewalk with luggage.

“Will do.” The old-fashioned phone went beep, and the conversation disconnected.

Simon called to Sam as he dialed a different number. “About ready?” he said.

“Almost!” she called back.

Hayden’s voice came out of the secure phone’s tiny speaker. “What?”

“Hayden, it’s Simon,” he told him. “Where are you?”

“Already at the safe house, seeing to some last details. Really couldn’t sleep after that meeting of ours, so I came straight back here. Been working with Teah and the other AIs to get the Spector operational.”

“We’re on our way.”

“Ah…not quite ready, Simon. No need to rush.”

“Not rushing, Hayden. I think we’ve been discovered.”

“So soon? Oh, god…” Simon could almost hear Hayden’s wheels turning, trying to figure all the angles.

“Wonderful,” he said finally. “All right then, just get here-you, Samantha, Jonathan, everybody. Get here as soon as you can.”

“Done,” Simon said.

He heard a sound behind him as he ended the call. He turned to find Samantha standing in the bedroom doorway with two small bags in her hands and a suitcase, staring at him.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get out of here.” Without another word, he took the larger suitcase by the handle, lifted it, and pushed out the door.

Samantha was close behind.

Moments later they emerged from the building. Simon led the way, moving briskly up Holden Road, trying to look in every direction without seeming suspicious.

A dark blue car, half a block up the street, pulled up to the wrong side of the curb and stopped, its engine running, its headlights on. Without a pause, Simon turned to the left and entered a narrow side street.

“Simon?” Samantha said from behind him. “Where are we going?”

He pulled the secure phone out of his pocket and said, “Jonathan?” The sound of his voice was rough in his ear; he could hear the rush of wind distorting it.

“Two minutes away,” Jonathan said.

“Change of plans. We may have company. We’re heading east on Overton,” he said. “Meet us going south on Lyme.” He started walking even more quickly.

“Coming,” Jonathan said and hung up.

“Simon,” she said. “Please, I can’t keep up.” He risked a glance over his shoulder and saw her almost running to catch up to him. Half a block behind her, the blue car turned, filling the narrow street side to side. The roar of its engine was louder as it moved closer.

He had a sinking feeling in his stomach. He picked up the pace even more.

“Simon,” she shouted, completely unaware of the car behind them. “Slow down! I can’t keep up.” He fell back just long enough to take the other suitcase from her. “Just keep moving,” he told her.

His shoulders were burning from the weight of the bag as they emerged onto Lyme Street. He glanced to the right and saw a black Range Rover approaching from a distance. Its headlights were on, but its tinted windows were rolled up tight on all sides as it approached, moving slightly faster than they were but going in the same direction-toward a busy intersection. I hope that’s Andrew, Simon told himself. He knew damn well there were literally thousands of Rovers just like that in England, and he couldn’t see a thing through the darkened windshield, but it had to be. It had to be.

The blue car nosed out of the alley and turned south on Lyme, barely two car-lengths behind the Rover. Simon sped up even more, adrenaline rushing through his body.

Samantha was close behind him, two paces back and panting heavily. “Please,” she said. “Tell me what’s going on.”

The Rover paced them. The front window rolled down a crack-not enough to see a face as a voice called out of the car.

“Get in.”

The Rover started to slow…but Simon kept walking. They didn’t dare slow-not with that damned blue car so close.

After a moment’s hitch, the Rover jerked and caught up again.

“Simon!” Sammy called, sounding annoyed. “It’s Andrew! Can’t you-”

He ignored her and kept walking. The voice from the car got louder, “Get in!” The window rolled down the rest of the way.

It was Andrew, all right, looking mad as hell.

“What the devil is wrong-”

“Open the back window!” Simon hissed. “Now!”

Andrew gaped at him for one beat…then glanced back inside. The window behind him rolled down silently and without a moment’s hesitation he threw the bag he had been hauling right into the opening. It flew through dead center, with barely an inch to spare. A moment later he stepped back, seized Sam’s larger bag and did the same, right through the window. Then he reached back, grabbed Sam by the elbow and dragged her into a full run-straight toward the busy intersection fifty yards in front of them.

“Go!” he said to her. “RUN!”

The Rover kept pace. The blue car sped up, trying to catch them.

“Simon! Why-why-”

The streetlight at the crossroad was red as they approached; cross-traffic waited impatiently as they ran for the corner. Ten yards…five…

The light turned yellow. “KEEP GOING!” Simon shouted and pulled at Sam even harder. “RUN!”

They stepped into the street as the light turned yellow, running full out. Andrew gunned the Rover’s engine and flew through the crossroads as horns blared all around.

Close at their heels, the blue car moved too, trying to beat the light-

— when Jonathan’s rental car roared into the intersection from the far lane and flew directly in front of the blue car. The hood of the blue car whammed into the side of the rental with an explosion of wrenching metal and shattering glass.

Andrew’s Rover screeched to a halt on the far side of the intersection. The door flew open, and he jumped out as the rear hatch popped up, apparently on its own. “Get in!” he shouted, and together he and Simon almost tossed Samantha into the Rover. As Simon climbed in after her, Jonathan staggered up to them, wiping a line of blood away from one eye. The steaming wreck of his rental car, welded to the twisted mass of the blue vehicle, completely blocked the intersection behind him. There was no movement from the blue car at all.

“Mind if I tag along?” he said breathlessly.

He rolled into the back as Andrew jumped into the driver’s seat and floored it. They were half a block farther down Lyme and out of Oxford before the door was closed, and another two blocks farther away when the first sirens sounded.

* * *

They hadn’t gotten more than a mile from the accident scene when Samantha said, “Guys, what the hell is going on?”

They looked briefly at each other, and Simon realized for the first time that the rest of them had already had the chance to talk this through, at least a little. Samantha had simply awakened from a troubled sleep and been swept away.

“Is someone finally going to explain everything to me?” she said. “Please?”

“Well, Sam, things are moving a bit faster than we had expected,” Jonathan said.

“Oh, really? Too much information, Jonathan,” replied Samantha sarcastically. “Please slow down.”

“Ah,” Andrew interrupted from behind the wheel. “Exactly where are we going, then? That is, I know its North Oxford, but I don’t think you mentioned the exact address of the secret entrance to the safe house…” He was keeping one eye on the rear-view mirror, waiting to see another blue car-or any vehicle at all-appear at any moment.