Though they were carrying their cell phones, chances were they wouldn’t have a signal out in the middle of the desert. But even if they did, Sarge told them not to use the phones until they were out of the zone, in case someone could track them.
Nick and Paul both hugged their mom.
“Remember, walk your bikes through town,” Sarge said. “Don’t start ‘em up until you reach the other side of the highway. Better if nobody knows you’ve gone.”
“Yes, sir,” Paul said.
Sarge shook hands with his sons. “You guys take care of each other. Now, get a move on it.”
Their house was on the western edge of town. The boys walked their bikes to the street, turned and gave their parents a long, final wave before heading east.
Randsburg was deathly quiet as they moved through town. It wasn’t a big place to begin with, but there was usually someone outside at this time of the evening. But if not for the lights in several of the windows, it would have seemed like the place was deserted.
As they neared the western end, Paul said, “I need to make a stop first.”
Nick looked at him for a moment, then his eyes widened in understanding. He shook his head. “Dad said no stops.”
“I don’t care. I’m not leaving without telling her goodbye.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Then keep going, and I’ll catch up to you.”
Nick stopped. “I’m not going without you.”
“And I’m not going without talking to her,” Paul said, halting beside him.
They stared at each other for several seconds, then Nick said, “Fine. But make it quick, okay?”
Paul smiled, and started pushing his bike again. “Sure. No problem.”
As they walked up to Lisa Jennings’s house, Paul sent her a text telling her to come outside, but not to tell anyone. Less than sixty seconds later, the kitchen door opened and she stepped out.
As soon as she saw Paul, she ran over and threw her arms around him.
“I’m so scared,” she said.
“We all are,” Paul told her.
They held each other for a few minutes, kissing a couple times, but mostly hugging. Finally, she noticed that Nick was there, too, then she saw the motorcycles and her face scrunched in confusion.
“What are you guys doing with your motorcycles? You heard everyone’s supposed to stay home, right?”
“Uh, yeah,” Paul said. “We know.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“Come on. We got to go,” Nick said.
“Go where?” Lisa asked.
Paul glanced at Nick.
Nick shook his head, then leaned toward his brother and whispered, “Dad doesn’t want anyone to know we left, remember?”
“She won’t tell,” Paul said, not bothering to lower his voice.
“Tell what?” Lisa asked.
Paul hesitated only a moment before he spilled the whole plan to her. If he couldn’t trust Lisa, whom could he trust?
As soon as he finished, she said, “I’m coming with you.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s going to be dangerous.”
“As dangerous as hanging around here waiting for the Sage Flu to get me?”
Nick stood silently by his bike, saying nothing, but the look on his face clearly showed he didn’t think Lisa coming along was a good idea.
“What about your parents?” Paul asked.
“Dad’s not even here. Got stuck in L.A. when this thing happened.” She tilted her head toward the house. “Mom doesn’t have to go to work at the motel tonight, so she’s been drunk off her ass all day. Finally passed out thirty minutes ago. She won’t notice.” She looked over at Nick. “I don’t want to stay here. I don’t want to die.”
Nick frowned, but then he nodded and said, “Okay.”
Five minutes later, as the three of them were walking down the road toward the highway, Lisa’s mother, still passed out on the couch, coughed.
26
Ash woke thirty minutes before dawn. In the bathroom, he peeled off most of the bandages that covered his head. His face was still swollen, though much less so than it had been the previous day. Bruises still encircled his eyes and covered his cheeks. Those, he knew, would be with him long after the swelling disappeared.
He studied himself in the mirror, trying to figure out what he would look like once trauma caused by the surgery had passed, but his imagination failed him. He’d have two eyes, two ears, a nose, and a mouth. Ultimately, that was all that was important.
After shooting practice the previous day, Pax had given him an extensive tour of the subterranean facility, and set him up with access to the computer room and the well-equipped gym.
The gym was where he headed as he exited his room at 5:45 a.m.
He was surprised to find someone else already there. It was the woman from the day before, the one he’d seen in the cafeteria but hadn’t met yet.
She’d been doing stomach crunches as he walked in, but the second she heard him her head whipped around like he’d scared her.
“Sorry,” he said. He took a few steps in her direction. “I’m Ash.”
As she got off the bench, he thought she was going to walk over and shake his hand, but instead, she headed quickly to the wall, made her way around him in as wide an arc as she could, then exited the room without saying a word.
He stared after her, confused, but ultimately she wasn’t important. There was work to do.
He had to be selective in what exercises he did so he wouldn’t rupture the stitches that seemed to cover his head, but he was still able to get in a good workout.
After a shower, he went back to the firing range and spent two hours working with the SIG. His groupings had gotten to the point where they were consistent from set to set.
His next stop was the cafeteria for breakfast. Bobbi was in the kitchen, apparently on temporary assignment from upstairs. She made him an omelet with bacon and toast on the side. As he was finishing up, Pax arrived, holding a sweatshirt in his hand.
“Just took a look at your work on the range,” Pax said. “We’re going to have to offer you a place on our target shooting team.”
Ash glanced at him, then returned his attention to his food.
“Bobbi, you got some more eggs back there?” Pax called out.
“You already had your breakfast upstairs,” she told him.
“Doesn’t mean I’m not still hungry.”
“Doesn’t mean I have to cook for you again, either.”
Pax made a sour face toward the kitchen. “It’s not like I have time to eat anymore anyway.” He looked at Ash’s plate. “You done?”
“Why? You want this?”
There was still half a piece of uneaten toast, but Pax shook his head.
“No. I need to take you up to see Matt.”
As they walked toward the stairs, Pax handed the sweatshirt to Ash. “Put this on.”
The sweatshirt was zip-up style with a hood. Ash figured it must be a little cold topside, so he did as Pax instructed.
