tripped. In fact, they’d probably all been turned off in this area to eliminate false alarms.
If more than four of them drove back in the SUV and they were seen by other guards from a distance, the number of men in the vehicle would have raised questions. Of course, if anyone who knew the guards saw them up close, the jig would be up anyway.
The ground-penetrating radar confirmed that a large bunker lay below them. This was Oasis. When Locke had seen the original specs, it had called for a Level 4 containment lab like the one at CDC, ostensibly for analyzing any WMDs that had made the bunker necessary. Now Locke realized it was actually for
Turner left a burly sergeant in charge at the fence breach with the order to monitor the radio. If they encountered trouble in the compound or if the main alarm was sounded, the team would begin an all-out assault. Since Locke knew the basic layout of Oasis and it was his idea how to get in, he was going along, and he insisted on Grant being the fourth. Turner had given in, even though he didn’t like leaving the rest of his soldiers behind. But if they were to get in, speed and stealth were their best weapons. Bringing along more men would hinder a quick infiltration.
They had changed into the guards’ clothes. From the four who were killed, they were able to scrounge up three outfits that weren’t too bloody. Three of the kills had been headshots, and two of those caps were destroyed. The other kill had been to the chest. Turner and Knoll went capless, and Turner wore one of the bloodied sweaters, which they washed off as best they could with the canteens. It would stand up to scrutiny from a distance. Grant had to squeeze himself into the largest sweater, which was stretched to the breaking point.
Guided by the corporal operating the UAV, they had driven right up to the building the civilian had entered. Locke thought they might have to search the building, so he and Grant left Turner and Knoll behind in case they missed the civilian coming out. But lo and behold, there he was as soon as Locke pushed through the door.
Locke had had to think fast. When Deal had mentioned Garrett, that seemed like an obvious angle, so Locke took it. As he expected, Deal didn’t question Locke’s authority.
The drive to the hangar took almost no time, but Locke’s watch said they only had a few minutes before the expected check-in from Harding. They’d have to make this quick.
Locke suspected that getting into Oasis wouldn’t be as simple as walking through a door, but he couldn’t question Deal without tipping him off that he wasn’t who he said he was. Locke would have to improvise. He told Grant, Turner, and Knoll to wait in the car. They’d be able to hear him over their headsets. They’d know when to move in.
The light from the arc lamp was strong over the entrance. Locke got out, followed by Deal. He turned as Locke closed the door behind him. Deal stopped, peering past Locke at Turner. Then he leaned in closer, and his eyes went wide.
“My God! What happened to you?”
In the light of the arc lamp, the residual blood on Turner’s sweater was still bright, and his green t-shirt underneath was clearly visible through the bullet hole.
Locke grabbed Deal and pushed him into the hood of the car. He jammed his hand over the man’s mouth.
“Pay attention, and do exactly what I say and I won’t have to shoot you. No sudden movements and no shouting. Nod if you understand.”
Deal nodded quickly. Locke removed his hand, ready to replace it if he thought Deal would yell.
“What do you want?” Deal asked, trembling.
“I want you to take me into Oasis. How do we get in?”
Deal swallowed nervously. “There’s…There’s a guard inside behind bulletproof glass. He opens the door after you do a handprint scan and say the password.”
“What’s the password?”
“It won’t do you any good without the handprint.”
“I’m not going to say it. You are. What’s the password?”
Deal looked like he might not say it for a second. Then he spoke. “Heaven.”
Something about how Deal said it made Locke doubt him.
“You sure? Because if that guard doesn’t open that door, I’m going to shoot you right there and walk out.” Locke was bluffing. He wouldn’t shoot an unarmed non-combatant, but he thought he sounded pretty convincing.
“The door will open,” Deal said, whimpering. “I swear.”
“Good. Now get it together. Just play along like a nice boy, and you’ll be fine.”
Deal nodded again, regaining his composure, and Locke followed him through the door.
He walked into a small antechamber that faced a metal sliding door, and there was the guard sitting behind the bulletproof glass. The guard looked at the two of them while Deal pressed his hand on a biometric pad.
“Who are you?” the guard asked Locke, who ignored the hand scanner.
“Tyler. James Tyler.” Use something close to the truth, and it’s easier to cover a lie. James was his middle name.
“I haven’t seen you before, Tyler.”
“I’m new. Cutter hired me two days ago to replace Howard Olsen.”
“Scan your hand.”
“I can’t. With all that’s going on lately, they haven’t put me in the system yet. But Dr. Garrett wants me to escort Mr. Deal here back down.”
Locke had remembered the name of the man who fell from the Space Needle elevator, Howard Olsen, and assumed he was on the guard staff. It seemed to do the trick. So many names being dropped so quickly must have convinced the guard that Locke was legit.
“Password,” the guard said.
Locke kept his eyes on the guard. Either Deal would say it or he wouldn’t, but Locke wanted to know immediately whether the guard would open the door.
“Heaven.”
The guard nodded. Locke had been focused on his eyes, and for just a split second, the guard’s eyes had opened slightly and the eyebrows had lifted in the middle. The guard covered well, and if Locke hadn’t been looking directly at him at that moment, he would have missed it. But the guard was surprised. It wasn’t the password he was expecting.
Nevertheless, he lazily tapped a button on the panel in front of him and the door slid open. Then his hand fell back to his side, and he waved them through with his other hand. Classic misdirection. Something was about to go down.
So Locke did the same thing. He waved his hand at Deal to walk through ahead of him, drawing attention away from his other hand that reached into the pack hanging at his side. He had to time this right, or he’d be dead the second he walked through that door.
FORTY-NINE
The guard manning the Oasis entrance that night was George Henderson. The job wasn’t his favorite, but he was a professional, so he paid attention, particularly to anything that didn’t fit standard procedure. This guy who called himself Tyler was definitely in that category.
Normally, Henderson would be one of the first to know if a new member of the security team had been hired. But given how fast the last few days had gone, it was conceivable that he wouldn’t have been notified. The guard duty rotated amongst the security team, and this was the first time he’d pulled the duty in a week. When Tyler had mentioned Cutter and Olsen and Garrett, he assumed that the guy was valid.
Until Deal said “Heaven.” That was the warning password. Whoever Tyler was, he wasn’t welcome.
Henderson briefly considered calling Cutter and reporting the incident without opening the access door, but he decided this was a perfect opportunity to take care of the matter himself. His standing orders were to use his judgment in handling these matters, including taking the subject down himself. Which was exactly what he chose to
