As if the building were listening, they heard the sound of big vent fans winding down, and then even the emergency lighting system out in the corridor expired in a clatter of relays as the battery-operated lights came on. Janet saw that Lynn was frightened by this. She tried to reassure her.
“That’s good, actually. I think the vent system was spreading the smoke.
We should be okay up here. This building is mostly concrete.”
“I’m glad we’re not down there in that corridor. That sounded pretty ugly.”
“Amen. As soon as I seal the door cracks, we’ll check out the windows.”
There were three large windows along the back wall of the lab. Enough light came through these from the streetlights in the parking lot for them to move around the lab benches without running into things. Janet found some paper towels and stuffed them along the bottom crack of the door.
With the ventilation system off, the smoke didn’t seem to be getting any stronger, so she didn’t bother with the rest of the door. She found a fire extinguisher and set it out on a lab table. Then red strobe lights lit up the ceiling as a fire engine came around the building, stopped, and began setting up in the parking lot. She tried to open the windows but could not budge them.
“See? They’ll have this mess under control pretty quick. I think we’ll just wait until we hear firemen out in the hall.”
“What about that woman?”
Janet stopped what she was doing. She’d forgotten all about the Terminatrix.
Kreiss had said she might do something like this to cause maximum distraction. She’d forgotten that Lynn thought she’d already seen her in the building. Shit.
She went over to the door and looked for a lock, but it took a key to lock this door. She put her ear to the opaque glass panel in the upper section of the door and listened, but all she could hear were the sounds of firefighting commands over the loudspeakers on the truck outside.
There were more strobe lights out in the parking lot now. She looked around for a way to block the door, and found a lab table that could be moved. She slid it across the floor, but its top edge was two inches too tall to fit under the knob.
“Lift it and wedge it,” Lynn said. She pushed the blanket aside and got out of the wheelchair. She came over to where Janet was standing,
steadying herself on the edge of the lab table. The table, which was six feet long and two feet wide, was made of heavy wood, with a zinc top. The two women lifted the far end and slid the end nearest the door under the doorknob, then gently let the table back down. It wedged under the knob, its back legs off the floor about half an inch. Janet went around and tried the knob, which was now jammed.
“That’ll at least make it feel like it’s locked,” Lynn said. Then she wobbled back to the wheelchair and sat down heavily. Janet saw a sheen of perspiration on the girl’s forehead.
“Good thinking,” Janet said, a little embarrassed that she hadn’t thought of it herself.
“You got a gun?” Lynn asked.
“Yes,” Janet said, patting the lump at the small of her back.
“Good,” Lynn said.
“After all this, if that woman shows up, you better use it. She’s not coming as the fucking welcome wagon, and I’m not going to be abducted again. Had enough of that.”
“We’ll wait until we hear firemen out there, then open the door.”
“Lots of firemen, okay? That creature looked pretty competent to me.”
“Let’s move to the back of the room. If she opens that door, we might still fool her.”
“Not with that table there,” Lynn said.
“You go find a good shooting position. I’ll be at the other end of the room. Give her two directions to cover.”
Janet nodded. The room wasn’t that big, but the girl was making tactical sense.
“Your father give you lessons?” she asked.
“He taught me about situational awareness,” Lynn said.
“I used to go deer hunting with him. You should see him in the woods. He could whack a deer on the ass with a stick before it knew he was there.” Lynn gave her a studied look.
“Can you do it?” she asked.
“Shoot someone? Shoot a woman?”
Janet hesitated. She wanted to say, Of course I can. I’m a big FBI agent now. But she knew that it wasn’t a done deal until she pulled that trigger.
“Because if you can’t, give me the gun. I’m the one she wants. And I’m not going to be taken again, by anybody.” Lynn’s face was set in a mask of determination. Definitely her father’s daughter, Janet thought.
“I can do it if I have to,” she said.
“But I’m not going to just start shooting the moment someone comes through that door, okay? There are rules about that.”
“According to my old man, Agent Carter, the only rule those people
have is that there are no rules. If you’ve got reservations, give me the gun.”
Janet wished Kreiss were here right now. She assessed the room from a tactical standpoint, trying to remember her training at Quantico. The room had four large lab stands, the single table now wedged against the door, several glass-fronted cabinets against the side walls, the window wall overlooking the parking lot, and two desks with PCs. The corridor outside was still darkened, and the room had lots of shadow zones. Lynn had backed her wheelchair into a shadowed corner next to a lab stand. She was doing something with her blanket. Janet moved to the opposite corner, pulled over a trash can, upended it, and sat down behind a bench. She pulled over a stack of notebooks. If she leaned down, her head would be barely visible from the doorway, and she would have the lab bench on which to steady her gun.
“You’re closer,” Janet said.
“She shows up, comes in, shout or say something, talk to her. I’ll keep down. If she has a gun, use the word surprise.
And if you see something small and shiny in her hand, close your eyes immediately.”
“You said you’d tell me what this is all about?”
In low tones, Janet explained about the bombing incident out at the arsenal, the palace games going on among the agencies involved, and what little she knew about the woman pursuing Kreiss. Lynn took it all in without saying anything, leading Janet to wonder just how much the girl knew about her father’s former professional life.
The noise level from outside the building was rising as more fire units came into the parking lot. The sounds of tactical radios could be heard above the steady roar of diesel engines. Janet wondered if the fire was indeed out, and, if so, why there were so many more fire units out there.
The air in the room wasn’t clear, but it wasn’t getting any smokier, either.
“Maybe we ought to get someone’s attention out there,” she said to Lynn.
“Break a window or something. Except I don’t think they’d hear us.”
But Lynn was pointing urgently at the door. Janet turned and saw a dark silhouette on the other side of the cloudy white glass. She got down on one knee, then realized she couldn’t see what was going on with the door handle. She got back up in time to see the table tremble ever so slightly as whoever was out there tried the handle. She reached behind her and drew the .38, checked the loads, and waited, staying upright enough to watch the door handle. The shadow withdrew and she
relaxed fractionally, only to yell in surprise when all the glass in the door shattered and a fully masked fireman thrust a hose nozzle through the broken out window. Janet stood up to get his attention, but she was stunned when he fired a stream of water full force into her face. Her head snapped back and she went flying back into the corner, her gun skittering across the floor into the opposite corner. She tried to get up, but the stream of highpressure water kept coming, rolling her around in the corner of the room like a dog under a truck, until all she could do was curl into a ball while yelling at the guy to stop it. Until she realized that a fireman wouldn’t have done that.
When the stream stopped, she tried frantically to get up, but her eyes were totally out of focus, the eyeballs bruised and stinging from the hard stream of water. By the time she got onto all fours, all she could make out were
