The Blood King Conspiracy

CHAPTER FIVE

Hayden found herself with a little time on her hands. Ed Boudreau had become absorbed with his boss as he tried to resolve several problems. Hayden again found herself amazed at the subservient tone this madman employed when dealing with his superior. Could anyone really be that scary?

Sprawled and broken before her cell lay Wyatt Godwin. Father of three. Surfer. Regular at the Cheesecake Factory over at Coconut Grove. Husband.

Hayden looked away before raw emotion stalled her brain. Kinimaka was staring at her.

“This Blood King,” the big Hawaiian rumbled. “He don’t seem all that mythical to me.”

“If that’s him,” Hayden motioned with her head, “on the phone. I’m thinking I really don’t wanna meet him.”

“Tough dude, that Boudreau,” Kinimaka smiled wistfully. “Not too tough though. His fear — it will undo him.”

Hayden started at her colleague, not normally known for his poetic outbursts. “Is that a Hawaiian proverb, or something?”

Kinimaka laughed like a whale snoring. “Just because I’m a native and follow the traditional ways doesn’t mean I quote scripture, Hayden. What I mean is, it will make him careless by dividing his attentions. That will give us our chance.”

“I hope so. You know, all this could have been averted if the damn device hadn’t been hauled up from Blackbeard’s ship on National TV. What a fiasco.”

Kinimaka shrugged. “They don’t know where it is. Or what it does.”

Hayden stared. “I’m not so sure, Mano. Look what the maniac’s done so far. Tortured and killed a CIA team. Launched a massive assault on American soil. Set up at least one high-tech HQ. This all speaks of unbelievable resources and madness. And obsession. The worst kind.”

“So this is, like, the tip of the iceberg?” Kinimaka looked genuinely shocked.

“Exactly.”

Hayden heard Boudreau’s voice getting closer and clammed up. In another minute the man’s hard, chiselled face was pressed back up against the bars. “My apologies.”

“Getting your orders, hey Ed?” Hayden tried a different tactic. “Whilst pissing your pants.”

Boudreau’s face didn’t even crack. Indeed, he appeared to agree with her. “You don’t know what this guy can do. He is one motherfucking scary bastard, believe me.” Then, he seemed to remember where he was and who he was speaking to.

“Get that bitch outta that cage!” The snarl was aimed at his men who leapt as if they’d been bitten by a rabid monkey. Hayden braced herself as they came at her, fighting back, but her head-butt was expected and her kicks were easily avoided. Within a minute Hayden had been dragged out of the cage and was facing Boudreau, so close she could smell the evil that clung to him like a poisoned shroud. She could smell his sweat, his lust, his veiled terror.

He was a millimetre way, the blood-crusted blade between them, touching both their faces. But Hayden clung on to sanity with one optimistic thought.

The guards had been moving so fast, and so reactively, that they hadn’t locked the cage behind them. She had to hope Kinimaka had realised too and was preparing his move.

“I was told to send an overwhelming force at you, Jaye. Twenty-one men, against a crack CIA team of six. You never stood a chance.”

“Maybe that also had something to do with you knowing our safe-house codes.”

Boudreau shrugged. “Maybe. I was told to hammer our point across. I think I succeeded.”

“That was about sending a message?” Hayden shook her head. “To the CIA? On American soil? That’s not hammering a point, Boudreau, that’s clinical insanity.”

“Blackbeard’s ship, and the device they salvaged,” Boudreau whispered. “Tell me about it or we’ll see how your nose looks on the floor.”

Hayden swallowed silently, and then indicted the massive array of computer terminals and other hi-tech gadgets around the room. “Looks to me like you have all the resources you need.”

“We do,” Boudreau sighed. “We’re just being thorough. You know the drill.”

She did. She watched the blade as it swayed before her. Her chance was getting close, but it needed to be sheer split-second madness and dumb luck. Then Boudreau said something that almost knocked her backwards.

“You need to tell us what you know about the second device too. The controller.”

Hayden’s face, unfortunately, said it all.

“Nothin’.” Boudreau looked satisfied. “That’s all we needed.”

He thrust the knife at her. Through luck or impeccable design Kinimaka chose that precise second to make his move. Roaring like a charging polar bear he smashed through the cage door into the guards stationed on the other side. Bodies flew and crashed everywhere. Bones broke and computers and metal tables smashed to the ground and into the walls. Wire and modems and half-empty cups of coffee scattered across the rough concrete floor.

Boudreau’s knife flicked away from Hayden’s ribs when a guard collided with him. Hayden leapt forward, bringing her forehead down hard onto the bridge of his nose and, as he fell, slid her strapped wrists along the length of his knife blade.

The plastic snapped. Her hands were free. She cast around, brain sharp, knowing that in the melee there would be more than one discarded weapon. Kinimaka was bulldozing everything in sight. Desks, garbage cans, computer geeks and mercenaries. They fled before him like debris before a mega-flood.

A light machine-gun caught her eye. She twisted away from Boudreau’s sudden lunge and skidded on her knees, grabbing the weapon in mid-slide.

Turned, already firing, instinctively knowing the positions of her enemies.

The bullets struck true. A group of guards pin-wheeled in all directions, spraying blood like liquid confetti through the air. Kinimaka ducked, but barged on, and now Hayden realised that he was clearing a path to the door.

The way was open!

Hayden ran, seeing daylight. Then Boudreau rose up in her path, a mountain of murderous intent and inbred evil, leering at her whilst licking the coagulated blood from his knife.

Boudreau thrust high. Hayden slid low. The blade nicked the edge of her forehead, leaving a red furrow. She was up in less than a second, firing to cover Kinimaka, firing at the other soldiers blocking their escape, wishing just one of those bullets could have been saved for Boudreau, one of the most sadistic and dangerous men she had ever met.

Outside, the intense heat of the Everglades hit her. The contrast from concrete to forested greenery gave her a moment’s pause. Then Kinimaka was bellowing and she saw his great bulk bent down beside an airboat.

Sensing the immediate pursuit she put her head down and flew across the ground. Bullets pinged the air and struck hard bark around her. With a desperate effort she slewed to Kinimaka’s side, making the home run before the shortstop even knew she was there.

The airboat fired up. Kinimaka leapt on board and dragged her after him like a sack of meal. Her head hit the safety cage, but with nothing more than a glancing blow. Nevertheless, blood sprayed the deck of the flat-bottomed boat. Kinimaka swivelled the stick that controlled the vertical rudders and the airboat shot off, its low sides already riddled with bullets.

“Damn.” Hayden saw the three airboats they had left behind. “They’ll be chasing us, Mano. You ever pilot one of these things before?”

His blank look gave her a quick insight. His words “I’m Hawaiian,” gave her the answer.

“Don’t worry. Just stay in the middle of the channel.”

The river here was wide and the banks were carpeted in short grass, with trees beyond. Kinimaka threw the airboat through curve after curve and Hayden kept an eye out for pursuit. At first she saw nothing, but after a few minutes she heard the tell-tale whine of approaching airboats.

“Step on it, Mano.”

“I think all these things go the same speed, boss. But then, I guess, I ain’t really too sure.”

Mano, being Mano. Hayden held on tight and watched their rear. She also watched the banks for any signs of life or alternative routes. So far, nothing jumped out at her.

“They’re gaining, Mano,” she said tightly as the first airboat started to close behind them. “We need a Plan B.”