Radclyffe - Word of Honor

Under cover of the Suburban slowly grinding through the snow down the steep path from the parking lot above, two agents with XM84 flash-bangs crept alongside it, out of view of the cabin should Matheson look out the front window.

“Alpha team, go.” Valerie’s voice came through Cam’s com link as the vehicle drew opposite Cam and Savard’s position.

Cam whispered, “On me, Savard.”

And then, finally, with her mind completely clear and every sense focused on only one thing, Cam raced toward the cabin, and Blair.

Matheson edged the drape aside and peered out, grunting in apparent satisfaction. “Our ride is here.”

Blair, on her knees by Paula, inched slowly forward until she was between Matheson and the others. “There’s no way you’re going to get all four of us into that vehicle. I told you I’ll go with you—just leave Dana and Paula here.”

“You have to go with me,” Matheson said pleasantly, as if he were discussing plans for lunch. “You’re driving.” He lifted the automatic. “Your friends are coming. That way, I can be sure you don’t try to be a hero. If you try to drive us into a tree, I’ll shoot one of them. Barnett— it’s your job to get the agent into the vehicle. If you can’t manage it, I’ll put her down like a wounded animal. Mercy killing.”

“You have me.” Dana’s face clouded with anger. “Besides, I want to come. You owe me the rest of the story, and this is a scoop I don’t want to miss. One extra hostage should be enough. For Christ’s sake, leave her here.”

“It’s no wonder we don’t let women serve in combat. You’re all too busy taking care of each other to concentrate on the fight.” Matheson gestured at Paula’s unconscious form. “The two of you get her on her feet. When we move out, she’s all yours, Barnett. Ms. Powell…you’ll be accompanying me.”

“Fine,” Blair said. She would let him shoot her before she got into that vehicle with him. The farther away she got from Cam and the others, the less chance she would have.

Matheson’s cell phone rang, and he smiled. “Saddle up.”

Blair straightened and centered herself. The front door was five feet to her right. Matheson faced her off to the other side, just outside her kicking range. She’d have to hope he didn’t shoot her the instant she lunged, because she needed that one extra step to reach him.

Matheson pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. “Yes?”

Blair was in midair when the front window shattered and the cabin rocked with an enormous explosion accompanied by a flash of brilliant white light. Her leg connected with something hard, but her mind was too scrambled to determine what it was. She heard gunfire, or maybe it was just the echo of that first blast resounding in her traumatized ears. Pain shot through the right side of her face and down her neck, and she suddenly couldn’t breathe. Blinded, dizzy, lungs on fire, Blair arched her back, ignoring the crushing weight on her neck, and thrust both arms behind her. Then, she dropped to her knees and pulled with all her strength.

“Matheson!” Cam shouted, diving into the cabin, her rifle at shoulder height, frantically sweeping the space. Agents crashed through the back door, and the air exploded with yells. She pivoted, her finger tightening on the trigger as her heart stopped. Matheson grabbed Blair from behind, one beefy arm clamped across her throat, and lifted his weapon to her temple. Cam screamed “ No !”

And then, in one of the most beautiful moves she had ever seen, Blair dropped into a forward shoulder throw, catapulting Matheson over her head and onto the floor in front of her. With an action born of instinct and years of training, Blair gripped his head in both hands and in one swift, fluid rotation of her torso, snapped his neck.

Chapter Twenty-six

“Clear! Clear! Clear!” The air was charged with the smell of explosives and cloudy with residue. Cam ripped off her protective headgear and goggles and dropped to her knees by Blair’s side. Lowering her weapon, she pulled Blair into her arms. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” Blair said breathlessly. “Paula—”

“We know. Emory’s on her way. We’ll get her to the hospital.” Cam cradled Blair’s head, her gaze darting over her face. A red welt marred her right temple where Matheson had jammed his weapon. She couldn’t quite believe that she was holding her again. She rubbed Blair’s arms with both hands, suddenly aware that Blair was shaking uncontrollably. “Did he hurt you? Baby, are you hurt?”

Blair glanced down at the inert form sprawled in front of them. Matheson lay on his back, his hands lax by his sides, his expression one of mild confusion. “No, I’m…I’m all right. But God, Cam, I think I—”

“Come on,” Cam said, guiding Blair to her feet. She didn’t need to check the body. She’d seen the signature jerk and twitch of his limbs when his spine had been severed. “Let’s get out of here.”

“I want to stay with Paula.”

“As soon as the situation is under control, we’ll go to the hospital.” Cam brushed Blair’s hair with her fingertips. Her hand was trembling. She wanted Blair out of that room, away from the death and the violence. She wanted so desperately to protect her from the ugliness and the hatred, and she couldn’t. “I’m sorry. I can’t let you leave the grounds yet. He may have a partner close by.”

Blair wrapped her arms around Cam’s waist and buried her face in the curve of Cam’s neck. “I’m so glad to see you.”

“God, baby. I love you.” Cam stood in the midst of the milling crowd of agents and contract soldiers, rocking Blair, consoling them both. Valerie appeared in the doorway, the sunlight at her back, her face in shadow. Cam could feel her eyes upon them and she nodded her silent thanks. Valerie tipped her head in response. Then Valerie’s throaty voice cut effortlessly through the clamor of the adrenaline-charged teams.

“We’ve got wounded here and potential hostiles still at large, troops. Alpha team—you’re evac. Beta team—secure the scene.”

As chaos gave way to order, Valerie approached. “Ms. Powell, do you need medical attention?”

Blair eased out of Cam’s embrace, but kept her hand on Cam’s hip. “No, thank you. Both Paula and Dana were injured.”

“She should be looked at,” Cam said.

Blair started to protest, but Valerie broke in. “I agree. But as long as it isn’t urgent, I suggest you take her somewhere secure, Deputy Director.”

Cam wrapped an arm around Blair’s shoulders. “You’re right. Thanks. If you need me for anything…”

Valerie smiled. “I’ll keep you advised, of course.”

As Blair and Cam started away, Valerie said softly, “Would you tell Diane I’ll be a little longer?”

Blair turned back. “I’ll let her know you’re all right. And Valerie, thank you for…” She looked around the room. “For this.”

“Not necessary,” Valerie said, “but you’re very welcome.”

“All clear,” Felicia Davis said to Emory. “You can go in now.” Emory jumped from the Suburban that had pulled in line with the one in front of Blair’s cabin and raced over the hard-packed snow to the porch. She leapt up the two steps and pushed through the open door. The main room was filled with men and women bristling with assault weapons. Just a few feet inside the door, Dana knelt by Paula Stark, both hands pressed to Stark’s left thigh while Renee Savard cradled the unconscious woman in her arms. Dana’s face was streaked with blood and an egg-sized bruise distorted her left cheek. Her pale shirt was nearly black with blood, and for just a second, Emory was nearly consumed with panic. Then her mind registered that Dana was not seriously injured, and as much as Emory wanted to touch her, she couldn’t. Not when Stark needed her more.