Special Forces Rendezvous (21 page)

Seizures. The seizures would start soon.

Then paralysis.

Then death.

His heart burned with agony. No.
No.
He was
not
going to let her die.

“Let me just cut to the chase, Langley.” Sebastian met the scientist’s eyes. “You’re going to tell me where the antidote is.”

Langley smirked, then crossed his arms over his chest. “Who says there’s an antidote?”

“Oh, there is. That’s why you’re sitting there looking so damn chipper. This is your leverage. Your ticket to freedom.”

“If that’s true, then do you really think I’m going to tell
you
where it is?” Langley laughed loudly. “You think I’ll throw away my
ticket to freedom
by confiding in a lying son of a bitch like you? An unimportant foot soldier who has no authority to get me what I desire? Sorry,
Agent Swanson,
or whatever the hell your name is. I’m not telling you a damn thing.”

“Yes, you are,” Sebastian said softly.

Another laugh. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

“Scoff all you want, but you’re still going to tell me where the antidote is.” Slowly, he rose from his chair and rounded the table, stopping when he was standing over the other man.

Langley snorted with genuine amusement. “Gonna torture me now? Go ahead. Do your worst. We both know they—” he gestured to the cameras positioned in every corner of the ceiling “—won’t let it go on for too long. They’ll stop you before you rough me up too bad.”

Now Sebastian was the one laughing. “Sorry to disappoint you, but the cameras are off. See how those little red lights aren’t blinking anymore?”

Langley’s face turned a shade paler as he glanced at the cameras again and saw that Sebastian was telling the truth.

“Oh, but don’t worry, I don’t plan on torturing you,” Sebastian added with a feral smile. “You’re going to tell me where the antidote is, Langley. Because if you don’t, I’m going to kill you.”

Silence crashed over the room. Langley’s expression was a cross between suspicion and amazement. He stared at Sebastian for a moment, then released an unsteady breath and shook his head half a dozen times.

“No, you won’t,” Langley finally said. “You won’t kill me.” More head shaking. “You won’t.”

“You can see it in my eyes, can’t you, Doctor? You know I’m speaking the truth right now.” He inched closer to Langley, and the man flinched.

“You won’t,” Langley repeated, but the conviction was slowly draining from his eyes. “If you kill me, you’ll never get away with it. They’ll either throw you in prison or put a bullet in your head.”

“And do you honestly think I care?” He squatted down so they were at eye level. “Look at my face, Doctor. Look into my eyes as I tell you that I will
absolutely
kill you if you don’t tell me where the antidote is. You know why? Because without that antidote, the woman I love is going to die. And if she dies, then I’ve got nothing left to live for, now, do I?”

The scientist’s pulse throbbed in his throat.

“If you don’t talk, I’m going to snap your neck, Doctor, and if I go to prison for the rest of my life because of that, then so be it. If the people behind that door burst in and riddle me with bullets, then so be it. Frankly, I don’t give a damn what happens to me. As long as I snap your greedy little neck first, I’ll die a happy man.”

Langley gulped.

Rising to his full height, Sebastian cracked his knuckles. The sickly sound bounced off the concrete walls, bringing a glimmer of fear to Stephen Langley’s brown eyes.

“So what’s it going to be, Langley?” he asked quietly. “Are you going to tell me where the antidote is, or am I going to have to kill you?”

Chapter 17

A
fter four minutes of the allotted five, Sebastian marched out of the interrogation room and tossed an impatient look in Brent Davidson’s direction. “The antidote is stashed in a locker at his health club. Locker number four-nine-six. Key is on the key ring you confiscated along with his personal belongings.”

Davidson sucked in a breath, his face awash with shock.

“Get me that damn key ring,” Sebastian snapped on his way to the door.

“Stone, wait.”

He heard Brent’s footsteps behind him but didn’t stop.

“I’ll dispatch a team to fetch it. You don’t have to do it yourself.”

He kept walking.

“Damn it, Sebastian. Stop!”

The next thing he knew, Brent was right up in his face, shaking him by the shoulders.

As a wave of rage crashed over him, he shoved the other man away. “Don’t touch me,” he hissed. “And don’t tell me what to do.”

Brent got in his path again. “You need to be at the hospital. With
Julia.
For chrissake, Sebastian, she’s all alone there.”

His heart lodged in his throat.

“I’ll send people to the health club,” Brent went on. “They’ll find the antidote and have it airlifted to the hospital.”

“Or you’ll betray me and make sure the antidote never reaches her,” Sebastian spat out. “So forgive me if I’m not willing to take that chance.”

Brent’s jaw fell open. “What the hell are you talking about? I would
never
betray you.”

“You already did, you son of a bitch!” As a red haze consumed his field of vision, he slammed Brent against the wall for the second time in less than twenty minutes.

And yet again, several guards hurried to Brent’s rescue.

“Call. Them. Off.” Sebastian spoke through clenched teeth.

With a ragged breath, Brent signaled the approaching men to stand down.

“You think I don’t know how Julia got infected?” Sebastian was so infuriated that the thought of murdering Brent in front of all these guards was actually beginning to seem like a totally reasonable idea.

“H-how?” Brent stuttered.

“She drank the damn water! The water intended for
me.
The water
you
brought me.”

Those blue eyes widened. “What...what the hell are you—”

“Don’t patronize me,” he interrupted. “We did the math. We know exactly when she would’ve had to be infected for the symptoms to show up when they did. It was in the water bottle
you
brought me.”

Brent’s mouth slammed shut. Silence hung over the corridor. The guards littering the hall didn’t move, but every single gun was still trained on Sebastian.

“Not gonna deny it, huh?” he said bitterly.

“I...” The other man shook his head. His dark brows furrowed, his mouth pinched in uncertainty, and then realization dawned in his eyes. “Paul.”

Sebastian faltered. “What?”

“My aide, Paul Waverly,” Brent said urgently.

As wariness climbed up his spine, he released his grip on Brent and took a backward step. “What about him?”

“He’s the one who brought me my coffee yesterday, and he’s the one who gave me the water bottle.”

“No, I was in the elevator with you. You got off alone and went to the cafeteria yourself.”

Brent shook his head again, his blue eyes intense. “I needed to use the john. Paul found me in the corridor, and I told him to grab me a coffee and get you some water while I took a leak. He was waiting for me outside the men’s room. With a cup of coffee and that damn bottle of water.”

Sebastian sucked in a breath. Paul? Paul Waverly had tampered with that water?

He searched Brent’s expression and found nothing that indicated the man was lying, but that didn’t mean a damn thing. Brent Davidson had once worked black ops. He knew how to lie. He knew how to deceive.

But he’d also been there for Sebastian his entire life, especially after his dad died.

“Go to Julia,” Brent said gently. “Trust me to have the antidote delivered to the hospital. Trust me to save her, son.”

Son. That one quiet word triggered his surrender.

With a weary breath, Sebastian nodded. “Okay.”

Eyes shining with sympathy, Brent touched his shoulder before giving it a quick squeeze. “Come on. Let’s see about arranging for a chopper to take you to the hospital.”

* * *

Her brain hurt. Her muscles hurt. Her fingernails hurt. God,
everything
hurt.

Was this how it had been for Kevin? Had everything hurt for him, too?

Julia closed her eyes, hoping that if she shut out her surroundings, she could pretend she was somewhere else. On an island maybe. Lying on a beach, breathing in the scent of sand and salt and coconut, feeling Sebastian’s strong hands rubbing sunscreen all over her naked body....

She shivered in pleasure. And shivered. And shivered some more.

When her teeth began to rattle around in her mouth, Julia realized she wasn’t shivering—she was seizing again.

Urgent voices shouted above her head, and her arms and legs seemed to be weighted down with anvils. Confusion swarmed her brain, confusion and fear and completely inappropriate amusement because she must look so silly flopping around like a fish out of water. She started to laugh, except she suspected she wasn’t really laughing because no sound left her mouth, at least none that she could hear.

When the episode finally faded, she felt like she’d been beaten with a baseball bat, then poked with hundreds of little needles.

Her skin hurt. Her back hurt. Her toenails hurt. God,
everything
hurt.

“It’s okay, Doc. I’m here now.”

At first she wondered if she’d dreamed Sebastian’s voice, but when she took a deep breath and inhaled his woody, masculine scent into her aching lungs, she knew this wasn’t a dream.

“You’re here,” she whispered.

The world dipped and rocked and spun, and then she found herself nestled against Sebastian’s muscular chest, his warmth seeping into her tired limbs.

“Sorry I was gone for so long,” he said roughly, his fingers stroking her hair with infinite tenderness. “I had to take care of some business.”

“S’okay. S’long as you’re here now.” She could hear his heart beating beneath her ear, a steady
thump-thump
that sent a wave of tranquility rippling through her. “Glad you’re here, Seb. Now we can say a proper g’bye.”

The hard muscles of his chest went even stiffer. “We’re not saying goodbye, Julia. You’re going to be okay.”

She didn’t answer. Might as well humor him. But really, who was he trying to kid? He wasn’t a doctor.
She
was. She knew exactly what was happening to her central nervous system at the moment. The virus was attacking it one cell at a time. Soon she’d be nothing but a motionless lump of
dead,
just like those mice in Frank’s cages.

Another giggle bubbled in the back of her throat, and soon she was shuddering with laughter because this was all so funny and—nope, she was seizing again. God, she was tired.

Those same shrill voices assaulted her eardrums again. Those same anvils crushed her body.

This time she decided to try and close her eyes. Maybe get some sleep. She succeeded in the closing-of-the-eyes part because everything went black, but when she heard Sebastian’s husky voice again, she realized that sleep was a bad, bad idea.

Because what if she never woke up?

“Sleep,” he urged.

“No,” she protested.

“It’ll take some time to kick in. You need to rest.”

“No.”

But she couldn’t keep her eyelids open anymore. They were too damn heavy.

“I’ll be here when you wake up.”

I won’t wake up.

She knew it with a certainty that went bone-deep. If she went to sleep right now, she would never wake up.

Which was probably why she couldn’t stop her next words from floating out.

“Love you, Sebastian.”

Everything went quiet. She couldn’t hear him anymore. She couldn’t see him anymore either. Had he left? She didn’t have the energy to open her eyes to check.

But she could have sworn that right before she drifted into a state of unconsciousness, she heard him say, “I love you, too, Julia.”

* * *

Sebastian found himself in a relentless cycle of pure torment over the next three hours. He’d been sitting at Julia’s bedside ever since the doctor had injected the antidote into Julia’s vein, feeling like he was riding a roller-coaster ride that never seemed to end. Up and down. Up and down. Julia’s fever rose, then fell. Her blood pressure soared, then plummeted. Up and down. Up and down. Making it impossible to know if the antidote was doing a goddamn thing.

They’d administered the exact amount Stephen Langley had said to administer, but was it working? It had to be, Sebastian assured himself. It had to be working because the nosebleeds and seizures had stopped. Or at least that was what he kept telling himself. Considering that three hours had passed and Julia still hadn’t regained consciousness, he had no idea what to think anymore.

He lifted his head when he heard a soft rap on the door.

“How is she?” Brent asked, stepping into Julia’s private hospital room.

“Unconscious.” He raked both hands through his hair. “The doctors think she’s stabilizing, that the antidote worked, but I don’t know. I’d feel better about her prognosis if she’d just wake up.”

“Her body probably needs to regroup. I’m sure she’ll come to soon.”

“I guess.” He swallowed. “Thank you for getting the antidote here so fast. I’m sorry I ever doubted you.”

“I understand why you did.” Brent shook his head in anger. “I can’t believe I cheerfully handed you a bottle contaminated with that damn virus.”

“You didn’t know.” And he truly believed that. He’d known Brent his entire life, and now that he wasn’t operating on fear and panic, he realized that Brent would have nothing to gain from killing Sebastian. And no doubt about it, Sebastian
had
been the target.

Clearly someone still wanted him dead.

“Any leads on Paul?” he asked, absently stroking Julia’s palm.

“None. He’s disappeared and no one can get in touch with him. We put out an APB, placed men at his apartment, but somehow I doubt I’ll ever see my trusty aide again.”

“I don’t imagine you will,” Sebastian agreed wryly. “He probably took off right after he gave you that bottle. He had to know it would eventually be traced back to him.”

“Speaking of that bottle, we found it in the trash can where Julia tossed it,” Brent said, looking relieved. “The CDC should have received it by now. And we sent them a sample of the antidote, too. So if for some unforeseen reason Meridian gets released again, we’ll be able to administer the vaccine before the virus kills any more people.”

“If the vaccine even works,” Sebastian murmured.

As his gaze drifted to the unconscious woman on the bed, he nearly broke down and wept. Julia had an IV in her arm and was hooked up to a heart monitor, her body so small and fragile beneath that blue hospital gown. These past three hours, he’d memorized every square inch of her face, down to the last freckle, and now he needed her to open her eyes so he could complete the mental picture he planned on taking with him when he left.

He squeezed her hand again before glancing at Brent. “Your aide’s involvement proves that someone in our government authorized the development of Meridian. That same someone was able to get a sample of the virus into Waverly’s hands, and that same someone probably whisked Waverly away to some beach in South America.”

“And that same someone still wants you dead,” Brent finished with a sigh. “So I suppose once Dr. Davenport recovers, you still plan on leaving the country?”

“If she recovers,” he mumbled.

“If?”
came Julia’s outraged voice.

Sebastian nearly fell off the chair. His heartbeat took off in a gallop when he saw Julia’s hazel eyes focused on his face, her expression a combination of fatigue and indignation.

“You’re awake,” he blurted out. Happiness shot through him, followed by a jolt of pain so strong his stomach clenched.

“And Nick was right—you’re so damn pessimistic,” she shot back. “You really thought I was going to die, didn’t you?”

“You thought the same thing,” he said defensively. “You even said goodbye.”

“I was clearly under the influence of the Meridian virus,” she huffed. “I’m usually far more optimistic.”

Groaning, she tried to sit up, and Sebastian was instantly at her side, helping her move into an upright position.

In the doorway, Brent looked like he was fighting a laugh. “Good to see you looking well, Dr. Davenport. I guess I’ll say my goodbyes now, in case I don’t see you before you and Stone take off.” He paused. “You need me to arrange air transport for you?”

“Nah, we’ll find our own way,” Sebastian said vaguely.

“I have no doubt.” Brent moved to the door. “Good luck, you two.”

After Brent left, Sebastian focused all his attention on Julia, whose cheeks were regaining some color. “How are you feeling?” he asked gruffly.

“Surprisingly good. I take it you miraculously got your hands on an antidote?”

He nodded. “Langley stole a vial from D&M at the same time he stole the virus. I paid him a visit and got him to reveal where he stashed it.”

Julia’s lips twitched with humor. “And how did you manage that?”

“I’m very persuasive,” he said with a shrug.

When she reached out to touch his cheek, he flinched despite himself, bringing a startled look to her eyes. “What’s wrong?” she demanded.

“Nothing’s wrong.” He kept his tone light. “You’re alive. That means everything is
right.
”

A wrinkle appeared in her forehead. “Okay.”

“I should go tell your doctors that you’re awake.”

He started to stand up, but Julia latched her hand on his arm and forced him to stay put. “Not yet. First tell me what I missed when I was unconscious.”

“Not much.” He filled her in on Paul Waverly’s disappearance, then hesitated. Wanting to say more but unsure how to proceed.