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Ash eyed the hut through his night vision goggles. The building looked just as unassuming up close as it had from the woods. He figured most people would have never even noticed it, let alone wondered what might be inside. In the world before the virus, even he wouldn’t have given it a second glance.

Wicks had told them Dream Sky was a repository of irreplaceable knowledge. Ash had thought he meant it was some kind of library, but the former Project Eden member had quickly said, “No. Not a library. People.”

When pressed for details, all Wicks would say was that if they could take the base, it would all but bring down Project Eden. Ash hoped he was right.

They walked at a brisk pace through the snow down the well-worn path leading to the hut.

When they had gotten within thirty feet, Ash whispered, “All right, Curtis. You’re up.”

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“W
HO THE HELL
is that?” Morris asked.

He and Lochmere had been watching the security team approach the hut, but as it neared, they realized a fifth man was walking among the sentries.

“They must have captured a survivor,” Lochmere suggested.

Morris frowned. Survivors were not to be brought to Dream Sky, but rather to be assessed in town and either eliminated or shipped off to the survival station near Boston.

“Maybe we should call this down,” Lochmere said.

His attention remained on the monitor as he picked up the phone, but his finger never hit the button.

On the screen, the two security team members in front split as they approached the hut, allowing the unknown man to step forward. Looking directly at the camera, the guy pulled something out of his pocket and raised it to the lens.

“Son of a bitch,” Lochmere whispered.

Morris stared in surprise for a second, and then zoomed the camera in so that they could be sure they weren’t seeing things.

They weren’t.

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C
HLOE’S TEAM MOVED
across the hill, side by side, searching the ground ahead. There weren’t enough night vision goggles for everyone, so those who’d been given a pair were spread among the others in hopes that would keep the team from missing anything important.

According to the information Devin, one of Caleb’s people, had been able to dig out of the Project Eden database, Dream Sky had a second entrance. What they didn’t know was its exact location. The best Devin had been able to do was narrow it down to the portion of hillside Chloe’s people were on now.

Hers was the largest group, many lugging shovels in addition to their rifles. She did not, however, trust anyone but herself to carry the explosives. The only unarmed man among them was the cuffed Project Eden security guard, being escorted by Diaz, in case they needed him.

“I’ve got a sensor,” someone said over the comm.

“Where are you?” she asked.

“To your left. A hundred and fifty feet.”

Turning, Chloe saw a man near the end of the line wave his arm. “Got you,” she said. “Everyone stop. Anybody else pick up anything?”

There was a pause as the team looked around, then, “Cameras,” a woman said. “Three of them.”

“Position?”

“I’m also to your left, about sixty feet. One camera’s straight in front of me, approximately thirty yards. The other two are about the same distance away but fifteen feet to either side.”

Chloe looked to the man immediately to her right. “Bobby?”

Bobby Lion was already in the process of removing his backpack. “Five minutes.”

“Too long.”

“I need to build the loops,” he argued as he opened his pack and began removing the electronic gear he was carrying.

“As fast as you can, then.”

He nodded and set to work.

“Okay, everyone,” she said into her comm. “It appears the target’s somewhere to the left of my position. Those of you to my right, slowly swing inward until you pick up more surveillance. Let’s see if we can figure out the boundaries. And for God’s sake do not get noticed.”

As soon as the group was moving again, Chloe stepped over to Bobby. “Well?”

Without looking up from the small monitor sitting on his backpack, he said, “It hasn’t even been a minute yet.”

“It’s been more.”

He huffed but said nothing as he fiddled with one of the boxes next to the monitor. For a moment, the screen displayed only static, and then a green-tinged, night-vision shot of a small, deserted clearing in the woods popped on.

Chloe smiled. “Knew you could do it.”

“That’s only one, and I still need to make the loops so back off.”

Over the next several seconds, more camera angles rotated through the monitor.

“Chloe?” a voice said over the radio. She recognized it as belonging to Robert, one of the Isabella Island survivors.

“Go for Chloe,” she said.

“We’ve got the area circled.”

“All right. Everyone hold your position. Do not move until I give the word.”

She knelt down next to Bobby.

“You breathing over my shoulder is not going to make this go any faster,” he said.

“I’m just watching the master at work.”

Several seconds passed before he said, “Okay, I’ve picked up nine cameras. How many have the others seen?”

Chloe asked the team. Nine was the number they had found, too.

“Give me thirty seconds to record the loops, and another thirty to make sure they’re playing properly, then we can go.”

He set to work, creating false feeds for the cameras so that whoever might be watching them would see his loops and never know anything was amiss.

“Okay,” he said. “It’s done.”

Chloe rose to her feet. “Everyone, move in.”

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T
HE SQUARE METAL
emblem in Wicks’s hand was approximately the same size as his palm. Gold covered the square backplate, while rising from it was a dome of silver inlaid with the white crest of Project Eden and the letters
VOD
across the top.

This isn’t going to work
, Wicks thought.

Somehow the watchers monitoring the camera would know the ID had been stolen. And the moment they realized that, security forces would storm out of the base and overwhelm Captain Ash’s team. By this time tomorrow, Wicks would have been executed as a traitor.

“Curtis?” Ash whispered behind him.

Wicks took a deep breath.
Get your act together
, he told himself.
You can do this. You
have
to do this. For Matt, if for no one else. You owe him more than you could ever repay.

Channeling the memory of his late friend, he scowled at the camera. “What’s the holdup?” he said in a commanding voice. “You know what this is. Open the door!”

Two seconds passed before a voice said over the speaker, “My apologies for the delay. We, um, just need to verify. Please hold for a—”

“Verify?” Wicks shoved the ID closer to the camera. “Are you blind
and
stupid? This is a Voice of the Directorate identification. I am here at the Project leadership’s behest to conduct an emergency inspection. If you inform
anyone
, you will be in violation of protocols. Then again, if you’re okay with being banished from the future we’re building, go right ahead.” He paused. “So what’s it going to be?”

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M
ORRIS LOOKED AT
Lochmere. “What do we do?”

“I’m, uh, not sure,” his partner replied.

VODs—Voice of the Directorate IDs—were supposed to be go-anywhere, make-everyone-drop-what-they’re-doing-and-pay-attention passes. They were beyond rare—so rare, in fact, that the only time Morris and Lochmere had seen one was in a training manual.

“Open the damn door!” the man on the camera barked.

“You’re senior here,” Lochmere said. “It’s your decision.”

Morris grimaced. “Gee, thanks.” He looked back at the monitor.

__________

“P
USH THEM AGAIN,”
Ash whispered.

Wicks took a deep breath and said, “I would be more than happy to call the directorate, but if I do, banishment won’t be the worst thing you need to worry about. You have five seconds.”

He started to count, and only made it to three before the door to the concrete hut swung open.

6

NB551

JAIPUR, INDIA

12:18 PM IST

S
ANJAY FELT KUSUM
free his pistol from the waist of his pants. He started to move his hand back so he could take the weapon from her, but she whispered, “No. When I tap you, fall to the floor.”

He tensed and grunted a barely audible no.

“Don’t argue,” she whispered back.

He wanted to turn and stop her, but knew that would only get them captured.

The older guard suddenly touched his microphone again. “Yes, I’m here…you found van Assen?...Say that again.” As he listened, he turned back to Sanjay and Kusum, his gaze hardening. “Thank you.”

As he reached to turn his mic off, Sanjay felt the tap of the gun against his shoulder. Knowing he had no choice, he dove to the floor.

The pistol boomed over his back.

Sanjay rolled to the side and pushed to his feet just in time to see the younger guard slump against the wall, blood coating his shirt. The older one, however, was whipping his rifle off his shoulder.

Sanjay dove for the man’s legs, hoping to knock him to the ground. The moment he made contact, he heard another boom and the guard fell to the floor. Sanjay jerked the rifle from the man’s grasp before the guard could use it, but he needn’t have hurried. Kusum’s shot had caught the man mid-chest. He would never use a gun again.

Sanjay whipped around and looked for the young woman. Following the sound of whimpering, he found her tucked beneath her desk.

“Please! Please!” she said when she saw him. “Don’t hurt me. I haven’t done anything!”

Sanjay could have told her seven billion reasons why that wasn’t true, but instead he pulled open drawers until he found some packing tape and then tossed it to Kusum.

“Secure her,” he said as he turned for the door to the director’s office.

“Sanjay, wait for me,” she said.

“We don’t have time.”

He opened the door and rushed inside, the rifle pressed against his shoulder. But the office was unoccupied.

“Director Mahajan?” he called. “Director?”

He made a quick circuit, checking everywhere Mahajan might hide, but he wasn’t anywhere in the room. A second door led to a private bathroom, complete with a shower and a walk-in closet full of clothes. No director, though.

As he reentered the man’s office, Kusum hurried in.

“Where is he?” she asked.

“Not here.”

“You checked everywhere?”

“Of course I did.”

Pointing at the doorway he’d just come through, she asked, “What’s in there?”

“Bathroom. Closet.”

Kusum ran over and peeked through the door. “Did you check behind the clothes?”

“No,” he admitted.

“Come on, then.”

They raced into the closet. In addition to dozens of shirts hanging on the racks, there were at least as many suits and pairs of pants. They split up—Kusum taking the left rack, Sanjay the right—and began pushing the clothes apart.

Sanjay was working through a section of light gray suits when he suddenly stopped. “Kusum!”

“You found him?”

“No. But I found where he must have gone.”

Built into the wall behind the suits was a door, its outline barely noticeable.

Sanjay pushed on it. A soft click, followed by the door swinging open.

Inside was a spiral staircase. And from not too far above, Sanjay heard the sound of heavy breathing and footsteps.

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D
IRECTOR MAHAJAN HAD
no inkling of the drama taking place in the lobby outside his office. He had just finished a conference call with the other members of the directorate, and was working his way through the security feeds from outside his base. So far, damage appeared to be confined to the surrounding walls and some vehicles that had been struck by debris.

He could see no signs of the strike force that had been dispatched to find the perpetrators, but guessed the team was searching the nearby streets. The good news was, the explosions appeared to have stopped.

He leaned back in his chair. If the attack was truly over, then NB551 was lucky. From the reports Director Johnson had shared with the other directors, other bases were experiencing more intensive fighting. He was more than happy to avoid that fate.

Of course, this could be just a lull, and enemy troops could soon begin pouring through the gaps in the wall. He grabbed another antacid tablet from the bottle on his desk, and had just started to chew when he heard a gunshot in the lobby.

He jerked in surprise and stared at the door, his mind struggling to explain the sound away.

The second boom brought him out of his trance.

He’d been wrong. Whoever had attacked the walls
had
made it inside and were now just beyond his door.

Not all Project Eden bases were equal. The majority were constructed from variations on a common design, with entrances limited to the central elevators, which also contained ladders in the shafts to be used in emergencies. There were clear dangers to this single exit path, but the old directorate had felt this design would not only cut down on the chances of the underground bases being discovered, but also serve as an easy way of cutting off a facility if some kind of internal uprising occurred.

To calm the fears of several high-ranking Project members, certain facilities had been equipped with an additional emergency exit, known only to that particular facility’s director. NB551 was one such base, hence the reason Mahajan chose it for his headquarters. He had never expected to use the emergency exit, but was glad for it now.

Even before the echo of the second shot had faded, he ran toward the bathroom door and rushed into the walk-in closet. He went straight to the set of gray suits, pushed them aside, and opened the door.