Andy McDermott - The Midas Legacy

A noise from beyond the partition caught Axelos’s attention. He snapped his head around to find the cause — as De Klerx vaulted the barrier and landed behind the group, his UMP at the ready. ‘Drop your guns!’ he snarled. The guard hesitated, then did so.

Another figure scrambled over the partition with rather less grace. ‘Nina!’ cried Eddie.

‘Hi, honey,’ she replied. ‘Did you miss me?’

Anastasia’s response to the Dutchman’s arrival was more restrained, though no less heartfelt. ‘Rutger! You found us!’

‘Your father figured out where Trakas had taken you,’ he said, gun quickly flicking towards the tycoon before locking back on to Axelos. ‘I said drop the gun.’

Axelos regarded the unsuppressed weapon warily. ‘If you shoot me, the guards will hear.’

‘But you will be dead. And I am not alone; the rest of my men are on the way.’ His face hardened, trigger finger slowly tightening. With angry reluctance, Axelos placed his gun on the floor, then stepped back.

Eddie collected it, moving to cover the four Greeks. ‘All right, that’s a wrap,’ he told the frightened cameraman. ‘Nothing’ll happen to you as long as you don’t do anything stupid.’

Nina went to him. ‘Is everyone okay?’

‘We’re all fine, thanks,’ said Lonmore, relieved. ‘Thanks for your hospitality, Augustine, but I think it’s time we left.’

‘What about him?’ Petra asked, glowering at Spencer. The younger man had the expression of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, only with a fear of something considerably worse than a chiding.

‘I think we’re due a serious family talk,’ Lonmore said sternly. ‘Come on, let’s get out of here.’

‘We need to take the Crucible with us,’ Anastasia announced imperiously.

‘What?’ said Nina. ‘The hell with that — let the cops handle it. Once they secure it, the IHA can take over.’

‘Do you really think a man like him’ — a disdainful jab of the finger at Trakas — ‘won’t have friends in the police? We came to Greece to get the Crucible back. I’m not leaving without it.’

‘What do you mean, back? You never had it in the first place!’

Anastasia ignored her. ‘How did you get here, Rutger?’

‘Our ship is just offshore,’ he replied. ‘It is on its way to the docks.’

She pointed at the flatbed truck. ‘If we load the Crucible on to that, can you get it aboard the ship?’

‘Yes, if we can reach it. There are guards around the shipyard.’

‘How many men do you have left?’

‘Five, and one on the ship.’

‘Is that enough to fight our way out?’

‘If we have to.’

‘How about we make bloody sure that we don’t have to?’ said Eddie, concerned by the direction the discussion was taking. ‘Forget the Crucible. Getting everyone out of here safely is what matters.’

‘He is right,’ said Trakas. ‘If you sneak out by yourselves, you might get away. But you will never get the Crucible to your boat without being seen.’

Anastasia shook her head. ‘You see?’ she said to Nina. ‘If we leave the Crucible, he’ll have it removed and hidden before the police or the IHA can get involved. We’re taking it with us.’

‘Really bad idea,’ Eddie told her. ‘Look, let’s just tie these arseholes up so they can’t raise the alarm, then get to this boat of yours. We don’t need—’

A message over De Klerx’s radio caught everyone’s attention. ‘My men are on the roof,’ the Dutchman reported. He looked up as black-clad figures began to drop down through the skylights.

Trakas and Axelos exchanged worried looks. ‘Spencer, my friend,’ the industrialist began, addressing Lonmore, ‘we can still all get what we want. You want gold? I can make gold — we can make gold, as much as we need, and more. You have the Crucible, I have the particle accelerator. We can work together! I can save my country, and the whole Legacy’ — he swept out a hand to encompass the Lonmores, Anastasia, even Nina — ‘will be rich again. We can make a deal.’

‘There won’t be a deal,’ said Anastasia coldly.

‘Now wait a minute, Ana,’ Lonmore said. ‘If there’s a chance to resolve the situation in a way that benefits everyone, don’t you think we should investigate it?’

She fixed him with a stare every bit as dismissive as any she had directed at Trakas. ‘This isn’t a board meeting. We’re not going to vote on this, Spencer.’

‘But that’s exactly what we should be doing! This affects the Legacy, so all the members should be involved. Augustine, you’ve got a phone there — we should call Fenrir and Sarah, and Olivia. We can decide what to do about your offer together.’

‘Oh, for God’s sake,’ said Nina, exasperated.

‘I’m glad you don’t run a bloody fire brigade,’ added Eddie. ‘By the time you’d held a vote on whether or not to kick open a door, everyone’d have burned to a crisp!’

Lonmore looked offended, but before he had a chance to say more, De Klerx’s men arrived. One had a handgun in addition to his UMP; at a nod from De Klerx he gave the smaller weapon to Anastasia. She immediately pointed it at Trakas, to the Greek’s consternation. ‘The Crucible,’ the Dutchman ordered. ‘Load it on to that truck.’

‘No, wait, wait,’ said Lonmore, shaking his head firmly. ‘Nobody does anything until we’ve had a chance to discuss this.’

‘Do it,’ Anastasia snapped. The men bustled into action.

Lonmore spluttered in disbelief. ‘Now wait! You’re not in charge here, Anastasia!’

‘Nor are you,’ she replied. ‘This is not a time for democracy and debate. We need action.’

Spencer gave his father a humourless mocking grin. ‘Now you know how I felt when I lost my say in the Legacy, Dad.’

‘Okay, enough with the power plays,’ said Nina as one of the men started the truck and reversed it towards the radiation shield. ‘We need to get out of here before some guard decides to check on his boss.’

Eddie indicated Trakas. ‘We should take him with us. If nothing else, it’ll stop his goons from shooting at us.’

‘You won’t get away,’ rumbled the Greek. ‘My men are very loyal. If you take me, they will stop at nothing to rescue me.’ He turned back to Lonmore. ‘You have always been the sensible one, Spencer — the team player, as you say in English. But now you need to be the leader! Olivia and Fenrir always do whatever they want without asking for a vote. You should do the same. Take the deal. We will both be rich — we will all be rich. What do you say?’

Lonmore rubbed his chin, thinking. ‘I’d say it’s a good deal, yeah. What about you, Petra?’

‘It sounds good to me,’ said his wife, with a little uncertainty.

The hoist whined as it moved along its overhead tracks, sliding the Crucible towards the idling truck. De Klerx’s men climbed up on to the flatbed to secure it. Anastasia watched, then rounded on the Legacy’s other members. ‘I told you there won’t be any deals. We are leaving, and taking the Crucible with us.’

Trakas let out a growl. ‘Spencer. Tell this girl she is not in charge here — you are!’ Behind him, the Crucible touched down on the truck, the men rapidly snaking chains through its surrounding cage to hold it in place. ‘I am offering you everything you want! Take the deal, and we will all leave here rich!’ He stepped towards his friend, arms wide—

Anastasia shot him.

The burly Greek clutched at his chest, a breathless groan escaping from his mouth, then he dropped heavily to his knees and fell face-down on the concrete floor. Petra screamed and ducked behind her husband. Lonmore himself gasped, staring at the downed man in sheer disbelief.