Patient Zero

Chapter One Hundred

Gault / Outside the Bunker / July 4

THE ROVER SAT in the lee of a stand of palm trees about a hundred yards from the tent that hid the entrance to Amirah’s bunker.

“Now what, sir?” asked the driver. “Is your contact meeting you here?”

“In a way,” Gault said. “Toys? Would you oblige?”

Without a word Toys drew his pistol and shot the driver in the back of the head. The impact knocked the man against the steering wheel and splashed the window with bright blood.

“Sorry, old chap,” Gault said distractedly.

Toys’s face was stone as he removed the clip and replaced the round. He didn’t want to come up a bullet short at some crucial moment. He looked at his watch. “Zeller’s team is still twenty minutes out. Where do you want to wait for him? I don’t like being this exposed.”

Before Gault could answer the sat phone rang and Toys put it on speaker. For a moment Gault’s heart lifted, hoping that it was Amirah, but then the American’s voice barked at them.

“Line?”

“Clear, my friend. How are things going?”

The American’s voice was shaky. “God they’re on to me!”

“What are you talking about?”

“The DMS they’ve sent agents here to interview me.”

“Christ! How did that happen?”

“I don’t know Sebastian, you have to do something.”

Gault almost laughed. “What is it exactly you expect me to do? I’m half a world away.”

“I have to get out. We haven’t been able to find El Mujahid. He could be anywhere! And these agents are right here now.”

“You haven’t found him?” Gault was stunned. “Listen to me, we’re paying you too much money for you to let something this important slip through your hands. Fix this!”

“How? The only way I can bring more assets to bear on this would be to go to my own superiors, and that would land me in federal prison for the rest of my life!”

“Well, I daresay that getting arrested is going to be the least of your problems, wouldn’t you think?” Gault’s voice was cold.

“What should I do?”

“Make whatever calls you have to make to let the proper authorities know about the threat. Call the DMS. Tell them that you received an anonymous tip, something like that. Tell them that there is a biological threat. Just for God’s sake don’t mention me, and try not to implicate yourself. Maybe they can stop the Fighter before he can open the bloody gates of hell. Then get as far away as you can. An island somewhere. If this thing is released then an island is the only chance you’ll have.”

“God ”

“I’m about to clear up my end of things. I suggest you do the same. Be a hero. Save the day.”

The American mumbled something that Gault thought was a Hail Mary, and then the line went dead.

“Bloody hell,” he said, staring out through the bloodstained windshield. “The man’s a coward and a fool.”

“You get what you pay for,” Toys said with an irritated sigh. He looked at his watch. “There’s still sixteen minutes before Zeller’s team reaches the Bunker. We can’t just sit here.”

“No,” agreed Gault. They got out of the vehicle and drew their pistols. Nothing moved, so they moved quickly and quietly toward the line of tents by the mountain wall. The camp appeared to be deserted, but as they darted from the shelter of one tent to another they found four corpses lying in a row, their hands and ankles bound, their throats cut. Their blood had soaked into the desert sand and flies buzzed around them. They were all men on Gault’s payroll.

Toys snorted. “So much for the element of surprise.”