All Necessary Force (42 page)

As he entered the trailhead, he compared himself to the other visitors and was pleased to see he blended in fine. Some were carrying larger rucksacks, which he would have to do to carry the EFP toward his target should his primary plan fail, a contingency that was looking more and more remote.

He walked up the access road, alongside three couples headed the same way. Feeling self-conscious, he tried to act interested in the flora and fauna, using a cheap digital camera as a prop. Eventually, the couples split off onto the shorter trails, with him sticking to the longest because it continued north toward his target. When it began to traverse to the east, he split off, marking the point on his GPS. He continued straight through the forest, hiking on the bearing he had set in his GPS earlier.

He felt his phone vibrate inside the pack, and rapidly pulled it out,
anxious to see which of the four had managed to conduct a second attack so soon.

He pushed the button for text messaging, and stared at the phone in disbelief. It was the imam’s team in Pennsylvania, and they weren’t texting success.

70

I

nside the conference room, the cacophony of voices shouting in the dim light of the emergency illumination was giving President Warren a headache. He rubbed his forehead, then ordered everyone to be quiet until the generator could kick in.

Three minutes later, it did, with the fluorescent bulbs flickering back to life. The cacophony grew again, as one by one the members of the council began to raise their voices to be heard.

“Quiet!” he said again.

When everyone was still, he said, “Okay, one at a time. Quit shouting over each other.”

While the council members waited to be called on, Pike took the opportunity to start.

“Sir, they’re at it now. You need to let me go. Turn my team loose. There’s no way the police are going to be able to react in time. They don’t have the assets of the Taskforce, and we don’t have the time to waste.”

Secretary Brookings said, “You aren’t even a member of this council. I demand you remain silent unless asked to speak.”

President Warren spoke to the director of the CIA. “Get that egghead back online. We need to assess what’s happening.”

Brookings continued, “Sir, you can’t consider using Project Prometheus domestically. That was the one sacrosanct thing on which we all agreed. No matter what the consequences. That cure is worse than the disease.”

“I’m not considering anything at this point. I need more information.”

The Tandberg came to life, with the mad scientist now looking like he was going to throw up.

President Warren said, “Well, what’s going on with the grid?”

“Uhh… it’s being hit all over the Northeast. We’ve got multiple substations down, with others falling fairly rapidly due to the shifting of the load.”

“What the fuck happened to your smart grid?”

“I don’t know. They’re checking now. Early assessments are a Trojan horse virus. It definitely knocked out our early warning, and looks like it’s affected a majority of our real-time automated shunting.”

“Speak English. What’s that mean?”

“It means the power’s being shifted linearly, like the old days. Directly from one substation to another. We’re trying to manually redirect the flow, but without the alarm system, we’re simply guessing. We’re doing our best to mitigate, but if we keep losing substations, we’re going to have a massive fault in the grid.”

He shifted his feet back and forth, waiting to be dismissed.

President Warren said, “What do you mean by ‘fault’? How massive?”

“Uhh… we’re going to lose the entire Eastern exchange. The largest blackout in history.”

It grew so quiet the president could hear the drone of the lights.

Pike grabbed the remote, muting the VTC screen to prevent the scientist from hearing what he said. “For Christ’s sake, sir,” he said, “let me go. Just me. I won’t take a team, and I’ll protect you. I’ll take the fall. Nobody has to find out about the Taskforce. I’m a private citizen. I won’t say a word, and you can put me in jail when it’s done. I don’t care, but don’t let this happen by doing nothing.”

Alexander Palmer entered the room, saying, “We got one. The guy working for Pennsylvania Power and Light. Tracked his GPS and pulled him over like a routine traffic stop.”

President Warren said, “Are we sure they’re terrorists?”

Palmer smiled. “Oh yeah. Guess who was with him? The disappearing imam from Canada, Abdul-Majid Mohammed. Along with a trunk full of some kind of specialized explosives.”

Brookings said, “There. See. Law enforcement’s doing fine.”

Pike said, “Bullshit. That’s one fucking team. We have no idea how many are out there, and the only way to find out is to catch the leader. The killer from Egypt. He’ll have a plan for failure, and he sure as shit doesn’t have a GPS on his car.”

Palmer saw the intercom on the table blinking, and held up his finger. “I told them to patch in any updates. Hang on for a second.”

He pressed the button and said, “This is Palmer. Go ahead.”

A tinny voice came through. “We tracked the GPS of the guy working at Baltimore Gas and Electric. His truck was parked down a deserted dirt road, empty. The guy working for Pepco here in D.C. doesn’t have a GPS on his truck, but his supervisor’s trying to locate him. In some good news, the guy who works for Dominion Power is being tracked right now. He’s outside of Richmond in a rural area. We have men posted at the only substation along his route with an EHVT.”

“Can you patch their radio in here?”

“Yeah, stand by.”

Thirty seconds later, they could hear the Virginia state trooper talking to his dispatch.

“I got a Dominion truck headed my way. I can see it down the hill.”

“Roger. Be advised, the suspects are considered armed and dangerous.”

“Roger. Don’t worry, I’ve handled skinheads before.”

Pike said, “What’s he talking about? He’s confused. He thinks he’s still tracking the Phoenix Order.”

Palmer held up his hand, getting Pike quiet so they could monitor the radio traffic.

“…. he’s turned on the access road. Must be the guy. He’s seen me and stopped. I’m sending Billy down to him. Stand by.”

Everyone in the conference room held their breath, waiting. Finally, the trooper came back on.
“False alarm. This guy’s black. He’s not a skinhead—”

A muted crack came through the speaker, followed by random static. Then the trooper came back on, screaming.
“Officer down! Officer down! I need—”

Nothing more came out.

Pike broke the silence. “They have no idea what they’re up against. Sir, manhunting is what I do, and I’m fucking good at it. Turn me loose.”

President Warren sat in silence, feeling the weight of the decision. Wondering, if he crossed the line, could he ever go back. He considered what Pike had said earlier, realizing that Pike thought the only thing riding on the decision was the fear of Taskforce discovery, and the subsequent fallout to everyone in the room. He didn’t seem to grasp the peril of an organization like the Taskforce operating on U.S. soil. He returned Pike’s expectant gaze.

A good man. But a predator. A menace to our way of life. A menace I created
.

The scientist on the VTC spoke up. “Substation 416 outside of Richmond just went off-line, causing a string of shutdowns. We’re at seventy percent. We lose seven more by attack, and it’s unrecoverable.”

Pike said, “Sir?”

President Warren watched the scientist fidget on the screen for a moment, then looked Pike in the eye.

“Go.”

Brookings’ mouth fell open in disbelief. Nobody in the room said a word, the implications of the decision speaking for itself. President Warren watched Pike scramble to get out the door, a predator now free to slaughter by any means he chose.

A predator I might have to put down
.

He put his head in his hands, hating the decision he had just made.

71

J

ennifer and I crawled our way back to Taskforce headquarters, the gridlock caused by the lack of stoplights turning a ten-minute trip into thirty. I got sick of waiting and swung onto the sidewalk, blasting my horn at the pedestrians in front of me.

Jennifer threw her hand up to the roof and stomped down on an imaginary brake pedal.

“Jesus, Pike! What are you doing?”

“Getting us to headquarters. Call Retro; have him standing by to get us in.”

She pulled out her phone, slapping the dash at every close call I had. After she hung up, she said, “I’m coming with you.”

I considered the offer. I could definitely use the help, but I knew there was little chance we could do this clean. If she came, odds were she’d be prosecuted right along with me, because there was no doubt I was going to break the law.

“No, you’re not. Jennifer, I’m going way, way out on this. Trust me, you don’t want to be a part of it.”

“Yes, I do. I heard what’s going on. I was in the room.”

“
No
, you
don’t
. I’m probably going to do some things that make Cairo seem mild. You don’t have the stomach for it.”

We were stopped by a throng of people exiting a Metro station, forcing us to inch along, with them flowing around the truck.

“And that’s okay. The world needs more of you than they do of me. But right now, as much as you hate it, I’m the solution.”

She gave me a funny look, then turned to the window, watching the
people wandering around with dazed expressions, all apparently wondering what they were going to do without the Metro.

“I don’t know what I was before I met you, but I know what I am now, and it’s not that. I used to be like them, safe and happy while someone else kept me that way.”

Her next words caused my jaw to drop.

“You called me a meat eater in Cairo after I killed the Chinese agent, and I hated you for it. Hated you for holding up the mirror. I didn’t
want
to believe it, but that doesn’t make it untrue. Those guys need to be stopped, and I’m the solution as well.”

She saw my disbelief and broke into a grin. “What? I am what I am. You’re the man to blame.”

I wasn’t sure if she honestly accepted what her statement meant, and there was still the problem of prosecution when this was done.

“There’s no reason for both of us to go to jail.”

We made it through the crowd, and I swerved to avoid a moped that had hopped the sidewalk as well, forcing him to crash into a couple of plastic garbage cans.

She slapped the dash again, saying, “Nobody said we were going to jail for sure. But without me, you’ll be charged with vehicular manslaughter.” She smiled. “Besides, I’m not in the government either, and I’m tied to you by our company. Whatever you do will impact that, and I need to protect the investment.”

“Jennifer—”

She cut me off, growing serious again. “Pike, remember that story you told me about sacrifice? How you always thought it was strange that plenty of men in the Army would be willing to jump on a grenade and sacrifice their lives, but not so many would stand up for what’s right if it meant sacrificing their career? This is the same thing. It’s my choice.”

Wow, that’s dirty pool. Using my own words against me.

Something had definitely shifted within her. I saw the determination on her face and gave up. “As you wish.”

The words startled her for a split second, then her face split into a grin. “Damn right. As I wish.”

Pulling into the underground garage, I was surprised to see Decoy
waiting outside the door. He smiled and gave us a thumbs-up. Seconds later, I met him and Retro in the stairwell.

Taking the steps two at a time, I said, “What are you doing here?”

“Helping you get a terrorist.”

Retro said, “Me too. Buckshot’s also waiting in Ops.”

I exited on the second floor, moving straight to the communications cell.

“No, you’re not going with me, because you don’t have authority to operate domestically. Only I can do that.”

Retro said, “What the hell are you talking about?”

I entered the communications cell, moving straight past the myriad of radios and telephone equipment to a back room lined with row after row of computer servers. I barked at the first person I saw.

“I need you to hack into the GPS tracking systems of the Dominion Power company, and I need it done yesterday.”

The man at the computer stuttered for a second, then said, “I can’t do that. I’m not authorized to do anything to American networks.”

“The president of the United States just authorized it. And if that’s not good enough, I’m going to break every fucking finger on both of your hands until you’re forced to hunt and peck with a permanent splint.”

His eyes wide, he nodded. I handed him the information on the Dominion truck, saying, “I want a real-time fix on this transmitted to my phone within the next five minutes.”

I left without another word, moving up two flights to the team rooms and the weapons lockup, Retro and Decoy hot on my heels. Five minutes later, I’d robbed one of the lockups of a full-size Glock 21, some handheld radios, and a Glock 30 subcompact, along with plenty of loaded magazines for both. When I handed Jennifer the subcompact on the way back down the stairs, Retro and Decoy about lost their minds.

“What the hell! She’s coming with you, but you won’t take us?”

I couldn’t resist. “She’s coming because she trusts me. You two can wait on a ‘real’ operator for your next mission.”

Decoy said, “Come on, Pike, that’s not fair. You take things too hard. You have to admit you leaned way, way out over the edge in Europe. We want to help.”

I stopped outside the door of the commo cell, seeing Buckshot coming down the hall.

“Look, here’s the truth. Jennifer and I have made a deal with the devil. We’ll go get this guy, but if any stink comes out of it, we get blamed. The president wasn’t willing to use an official Taskforce team domestically. We’re both civilians, and easy to throw away. You guys aren’t. You get rolled up in this, and you’re going to be hung out to dry.”