I looked at Sam. I suddenly felt very tired. What to do with this guy? “Cut him loose,” I said.
She pulled out her knife and sliced through the tape, freeing his arms. “What are you going to do with me?” he asked, pulling the tape from his sleeves.
“Get lost,” I said. “Go hide somewhere and stay out of sight. You might just survive this.”
“No, wait,” he pleaded. “You have to help me. He’ll kill me!”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “You got yourself into this and I have bigger things to worry about. Hide. Stay lost.”
He looked from me to Sam, desperation in his eyes. Sam moved toward him, the knife still in her hand. “Okay, okay. I’m going.” He turned and ran from the room. The door hissed shut behind him.
Hubble cleared his throat. “That was a little… cold, wasn’t it?”
“I’m sorry. I can’t help him right now. Maybe we can do something later after we get more of a handle on this. But right now I don’t want him knowing what we’re planning. If he’s caught again he’ll tell everything he knows.”
Sam put the knife away and looked at me. “And what are we planning?”
“Hell if I know,” I said.
I moved to the control console and looked out the wide windows into the rotunda. The vehicles and equipment were parked as they were before, with the Sparrow on the flatbed truck in the center of the room.
She nodded toward the windows. “Your pilot was down there with Marburg a little while ago. They just left.”
“Where’d they go?”
She nodded at the immense room before us. “Second door to the left. Just beyond the blue pickup.”
“What’s down that way?”
“According to the map, it’s administration offices, conference rooms, officers’ quarters, things like that…”
I was thinking, a vague plan beginning to take shape.
“There’s more,” she said. She motioned toward the ceiling of the rotunda. We were closer to the ceiling here and could see the network of support beams more clearly. At first I wasn’t sure exactly what she was getting at, but then I saw it.
There were thin wires running along the beams, connected every now and then to a brick of gray material that was strapped in place to the ceiling. Someone had tried to conceal it with a material almost matching the color of the concrete, but it was impossible to hide it all. The whole ceiling was wired with explosives. Lots of it.
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