Christine Feehan - Predatory Game

She sighed softly and murmured something he couldn’t catch, her small body relaxing into his.

Jess slowed his pace. She had fallen asleep in his lap. Even with his astonishing news, she had crashed-big time. His mouth went dry. He wasn’t a man to feel panic, but he wanted to call Lily and ask her if it was normal for Saber to have this reaction. Unfortunately Lily wasn’t available to him. Ryland and she had gone underground with the baby being born. A boy, Daniel Ryland Miller. Jess was certain he would see them up in the mountains when they bought land in the same vicinity.

A thin red streak flashed across the room right in front of him and Jess slammed the chair to a halt and dove for the floor, taking Saber with him. They landed hard, Saber beneath him as half a dozen tiny red beams hit the wall.

“Shit. Shit. We’re under attack. Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” He stayed low, trying to get a look at her and move them at the same time.

“I’m fine.” Her voice was utterly calm. “But I’m really getting sick of this. Let’s take them out for good this time, Jesse. This is our home.”

“Crawl forward, toward the exercise room. I’ve got things stashed in there we’ll need.”

She didn’t ask questions, but scooted, more on her belly than hands and knees, going fast as the first canister of gas blew through the window and exploded. She closed her eyes and held her breath. She knew her way around the house without sight and she went unerringly, Jess right behind her. She could feel his body skimming over the top of hers as they moved, Jess crawling with her, his body shielding hers.

Her arms and legs felt like lead, but now she was beginning to lose her temper. Is your office secure?

They can eventually get it open, but when they try to blow it, and they will, they’ll get a few nasty surprises. It will also trigger a meltdown in the hard drive. Everything will be wiped clean.

They don’t know you can use your legs. You can use them, can’t you? That was her biggest anxiety. If Jess needed a wheelchair, they were in for trouble.

I might not be fast, but I can use them. Keep going, baby, it’s getting bad in here.

He all but pushed her through the door to the exercise room and slammed it shut. They stayed low to the floor, taking in deep breaths of clean air. Saber crawled over to the cabinet holding the towels, grabbed a couple, and shoved them into the crack.

“What am I looking for?”

“Move the cabinet out,” Jess instructed. “There’ll be a keypad. Code in ‘red flag.’ Count ten seconds and code in 997342. That will get the door open.”

Saber punched in the codes as quickly as she could. Tracers were zinging through the kitchen and living room, and the thunk of the canisters of gas could be clearly heard as they hit the floors or walls.

“I need the laptop. Hurry. I can lock this room down. They’re going to try to kill us, Saber. Have you ever been in a combat situation?”

“I trained with weapons, but without an anchor I have a bad reaction. I’m an expert marksman, though, and I’m very good with a knife.”

“You can’t hesitate, Saber. You’re going to have to shoot to kill. And stay right by me so we can do this.”

She had the steel door built into the wall behind the towel cabinet open. There was an arsenal there as well as gas masks and the latest in body armor. She pushed the laptop into his hands and turned back to the weapons.

Jess flipped the top open and powered up the laptop.

“This room was built specifically for this purpose.”

She sent him a quick glare over her shoulder. “Nice that you told me. What other secrets do you have?”

“Okay, I’ve got it up and running. Am locking it down.”

Coverings slid into place over the windows, thick steel to prevent the gas canisters and attackers from entering.

“Bullets aren’t going to penetrate the walls and doors. The coverings won’t stop them, but it will slow them down until our team shows up.”

“What else does that thing do?” She began pulling weapons and ammunition out and tossing them to him.

Saber shoved guns and knives into her waistband, taped one to her ankle and another to her wrist. She threw him a vest and donned one herself and then added the gas masks to their growing pile.

“I need the small suitcase. Hurry, Saber.”

She dragged it off the shelf and gave it to him. “I hate to ask.”

He flashed a quick grin. “I’ve tapped into the security monitors and you can see them. I count six. They’re coming in.”

“We’re overloaded.” She traveled light and all the weapons were a bit much. Still, she strapped them on and went back to him.

He began pulling materials from the suitcase.

Saber stared at the contents and then at him. “A bomb? You’re going to make a bomb?”

“It’s mostly already made. I just have to arm it.” He positioned the claymore mine in the middle of the door and ran a thin trip wire to the door handle and signaled her to the other side of the room. “They’ll be coming into the house in another minute. They know we’re inside and they’ve got us surrounded. They’ll try to blow the door, and the claymore will take out anyone on the other side.”

“You’re crazy, you know that?” But she was beginning to feel safe with him. He was a soldier and very methodical. And he had planned for just such an attack. He was perfectly calm and very confident.

He flicked her a wicked smile. “You got it right, baby. I’m a GhostWalker and we were born crazy.”

Saber had the sudden urge to laugh. He really was crazy. “You like this, don’t you? They’re tearing up your house, and you’re stoked about it.”

“We’re moving anyway.” He indicated the wall around the swimming pool. “Get behind that. There’s a grate in the cement.”

Saber had looked at that grate hundreds of times, assuming it drained any water that splashed from the pool. “You have an escape route.”

His eyebrow shot up. “Doesn’t everybody?”

“I must be slipping. I didn’t suspect.” But she should have. Jess was no lamb. No Navy SEAL was. Add in the GhostWalker program and she should have been searching his house for his arsenal. “Is the house wired?”

“You’re making me proud, angel face. Hell yes, it’s wired. Pull the grate.” He indicated the monitor.

She could see shadowy figures moving through the smoke surrounding the house. Two tossed hooks over the upstairs balcony while others surrounded the house. They rushed, blowing open the doors and windows. Glass and wood sprayed into the air and shot across the interior of the rooms to slam into walls. The house shook ominously.

Saber ducked her head and Jess swept her behind him with one arm. “Stay close. The energy is going to be racing toward us and it’s going to get ugly.”

She planned on staying very close to him. His solid frame was comforting and his complete confidence inspired the same in her. The first rush of adrenaline was wearing off, leaving her more exhausted than ever, the psychic drain taking its toll. She rested her head against his broad back, and he reached over his shoulder to curl his arm around her neck, holding her to him while they both stared at the monitor. Saber held her breath.

Two men entered through the front door in standard two-man formation.

“They’re military,” Saber said. “Look at the way they’re moving.”

“I believe the late Colonel Higgens had a lot more to answer for than we gave him credit for. I think he was part of an espionage ring that reaches all the way to the White House.”

The two men separated, rifles at the ready, and began a cautious exploration of the living room. With the gas masks on, they looked like monsters as their shadowy figures moved through the swirling vapor.