The jonathan quinn enrag.., p.55
The Jonathan Quinn Enraged Box Set, page 55
part #5 of Jonathan Quinn Series
Quinn tried to hold on, but the gun slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground. Around him, the world was starting to go black as the blood to his brain was being cut off.
In a last-ditch effort, he staggered forward and then thrust himself back, hoping to throw the attacker off balance. Though the man didn’t let go, the move did loosen his hold around Quinn’s neck, and brought Quinn back from the brink of unconsciousness.
He grabbed the man’s arm with both hands and yanked down hard. He could feel his attacker lose his balance, so Quinn dropped to a crouch. The guy rolled over his back, sprawling to the ground on the other side.
Quinn snatched up his pistol, pointed it at the man. “Don’t move.”
Chapter Fifty-Five
THOUGH NATE DIDN’T have a very clear view from his position, he was able to make out three soldiers as they moved off in different directions.
How the hell did I miss three?
Clutching tightly to his rock, he moved in as close as he dared and waited for one of them to pass by.
A minute passed, then two.
Suddenly a voice cut through the silence. It was a whisper, hard and decisive, but too low for Nate to make out the words. For a second, he heard someone run, then all went quiet again.
Come this way, he thought. Right here. I’m waiting.
He closed his eyes and listened intently.
The noise was slight—the branch of a bush, maybe, its leaves rubbing together for only a second.
Someone was close.
A light step. It could be heard only because it was just a few feet away.
As Nate opened his eyes, a man passed his position and started walking away. Oddly, he wasn’t wearing fatigues like the others, but he had to be from the fort.
Another one lost from the herd.
With the guy’s friends probably close, Nate had to be careful about drawing their attention, so he set the stone on the ground. For this one, he would use his hands.
Three steps forward.
On the fourth, he knew the man had heard him. He threw his arm around the man’s neck and squeezed.
Chapter Fifty-Six
“NATE?” QUINN SAID.
Nate, dirty and bruised and beaten, stared up at him. “Quinn?”
Quinn reached down and helped Nate to his feet.
“What are you doing out here?” he asked.
“What are you doing out here?” Nate shot back.
“What do you think we’re doing here? We came to get you.”
“The others with you…?”
“Orlando and Daeng.”
Nate closed his eyes, his head lolling back, relieved.
“Are you all right?” Quinn asked.
Before Nate could answer, Daeng emerged from the bushes to the left. He pulled to a sudden stop when he saw Nate. “Well, that was easy.”
Quinn rubbed his neck. “Not quite as easy as you think.”
Orlando joined them a moment later. “Oh, thank God,” she said.
She threw her arms around Nate, but he instantly winced and pulled back from her grasp.
“Sorry. Just a little sensitive,” he told her.
She moved around behind him, and lifted the back of his shirt before he could stop her. “What the hell?”
Quinn stepped over so he could see. Nate’s back was lined with bright red welts and open wounds that could have only been caused one way.
“You need to sit down,” Quinn said.
“I’m okay. Really, I’m going to be fine.”
“No,” Orlando said. “You won’t be fine if we don’t do something. These wounds are going to get infected, if they’re not already.”
“It’s fine.”
“We need to take him back to the boat,” Orlando said to Quinn.
“No,” Nate said.
Ignoring him, Orlando went on. “The sooner we get him to a hospital, the better.”
“No!” Nate repeated. “Not yet. There are others still being held.”
“We know,” Quinn said. “Peter, right?”
Nate wrinkled his brow. “Yeah. And three more.”
“Lanier, Berkeley, and Curson.”
He smiled in genuine surprise. “You figured it out?”
“Pullman got us started, then we had a nice chat with your friend Burke.”
“That bastard,” Nate said, his eyes narrowing. “He set me up.”
“That, he did.”
“Did you kill him?”
“Thought that was a choice you should make. He’ll be easy to find, though.”
Nate nodded, but said nothing.
“I’m serious, Nate,” Orlando said. “We’ve got to get you out of here.”
“Not until we get the rest of them. They’re going to be killed, probably sooner now that I’ve escaped.”
“And exactly how did you do that?” Daeng asked.
“I’ll tell you over a beer later.” He looked at each of them. “With your help, I think we can do it.”
“What’s your plan?” Quinn asked.
“I’ve been picking them off one at a time. Have seven of them out of the picture already.”
Quinn was impressed. “The tree branch and the groan was your attempt to get the rest to come out.”
“Yeah. Shouldn’t be much longer. If we get into position, we can start getting rid of them a lot faster.”
“Now that there are four of us,” Quinn said, “maybe we don’t need to worry about them at all.”
QUINN, ORLANDO, NATE, and Daeng watched from the brush as eight soldiers exited the door in the fort wall, and moved as a group into the jungle toward where the noise had occurred.
As soon as they disappeared, Quinn and the others jogged over to the door.
“Everyone ready?” Quinn whispered.
The three others pressed themselves against the wall, off to the side, holding their guns in front of them.
“All set,” Nate said.
Quinn raised his fist and knocked. In Spanish, he said, “Open up. I found one of the missing men. He needs help!” He knocked again. “Hurry, hurry! He needs medical attention!”
Something that sounded like a bar moved on the other side. The latch turned.
A soldier opened the door and looked out. “Where is he?” he asked. He then seemed to realize Quinn wasn’t who he expected. “Who are you?”
“We’ve come to pick up our friends.”
“What?”
The other three stepped out to where they could be seen, their guns pointed at the soldier. The man’s eyes widened. He reached for the rifle on his shoulder, but before he could pull it off, Quinn stepped inside and twisted it free.
The man seemed to suddenly find his voice, and started to yell as he ran toward the interior door. Quinn jabbed with the rifle, knocking the man down and cutting off the warning. He rolled the guy over with his foot.
“You open your mouth again, it’ll be the last time. Sit up against the wall. Hands on your knees.”
While Quinn dealt with the soldier, the others stepped inside. Daeng immediately closed the door and dropped the locking bar in place.
“You down here all by yourself?” Quinn asked the soldier.
“Go to hell,” the man said. He spat at Quinn.
Nate came up next to Quinn. “I know you. You were one of the guys who helped escort me to your boss’s office yesterday. Bet you also helped take some of my friends out of their cells.”
The man’s look of defiance slipped. “I…I was just doing what I was told.”
“Did you watch as they whipped us?” Nate asked.
The man blinked and looked away.
“Maybe you were the one who hooked my hands up.”
“No. That wasn’t me.”
“But you were there.”
A slight nod.
“And you did nothing.”
“What could I do?”
Nate placed the end of his suppressor against the man’s forehead. “I guess we’ll never know.”
“No! No! Please!”
There was a pop, only it wasn’t from Nate’s pistol. It was from the vaccine gun Orlando shoved against the man’s arm.
“So which way from here?” she asked Nate.
“Up.”
Chapter Fifty-Seven
HARRIS RETURNED TO the courtyard just as Janus finished whipping Peter. Leaving the prisoners dangling from their hoists, he escorted Romero back to the old man’s suite.
“When Quinn is found, I want him whipped fifty times,” Romero said once they reached the room.
“Whatever you want,” Harris said, though in his mind, Quinn would be dead the next time either man saw him.
Romero turned his wheelchair toward the bed. “I’m going to take a nap. Don’t bother me until it’s time for the prisoners to have their electroshock.”
“Yes, sir.” Harris walked out of the room.
Unraveling, the voice said in his head. It repeated the word over and over.
“It’s not unraveling,” he whispered.
But what if it does unravel?
The question made him pause. If it did, what about the money Romero promised him? The money he’d been waiting for?
You can’t spend money if you’re dead.
That wasn’t going to happen. If things truly spun out of control, it would be time to think about his own skin.
The boat.
Yes. Right. Romero’s boat. It was tied off to a small covered dock behind the fort. He’d take that.
When he got back to his room, he’d gather the cash he’d been stashing away and put it in a bag by the door, easy to grab. It was nothing compared to the amount he was due, but it would hold him over for a while.
I won’t need it, though. It’s just in case. Everything is going to be fine.
He headed toward his room, his pace quicker than normal. As he neared his door, he saw two soldiers farther down the hall, walking away.
“You, there,” he called out.
The soldiers kept going.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.”
They finally stopped and one of them turned.
“Tell your commander that I’ll be in my room and am to be notified the moment the fugitive is brought in.”
“Yes, sir,” the soldier said.
Once inside his suite, Harris poured himself another whiskey, this time savoring it as it went down.
To surviving, he thought. One way or another.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
A QUICK SEARCH of the room at the base of the wall revealed a separate storage area filled with extra gear for the soldiers.
The men each donned one of the spare uniforms. None was small enough for Orlando.
“You two stay here while Daeng and I do a recon,” Quinn told Orlando and Nate.
“You don’t know the place. I do,” Nate said. “I should go.”
“I’m guessing you’re a pretty hot commodity around here right now. As much as I’d like you to come, best if you stay under wraps as long as possible.”
“Don’t you dare cut me out,” Nate said.
“Not cutting you out. Just making the smart play.”
Nate locked eyes with him for a moment before he reluctantly nodded. “Okay, okay. I’ll stay for now.”
Daeng’s Asian features would be impossible for anyone to miss if they got too close. But at a distance and with the bill of his cap pulled down far enough, his dark skin and black hair would actually be an asset.
They took a stone stairwell up to a hallway on the next level, and, after a few minutes, located the hallway with the rooms where Nate and the others had been held. Since there were no guards around, it seemed a pretty good guess that the prisoners weren’t around either.
Just to be sure, Quinn made a quick trip down the block, while Daeng stood guard outside, and checked the cells. Though it was obvious they were being used, all were empty.
Quinn and Daeng followed Nate’s directions on how to get from there to the courtyard. A few times, they heard footsteps down intersecting halls but had yet to cross paths with anyone.
Upon reaching the courtyard door, Quinn eased it back a few inches and peered out. He realized why they hadn’t seen anyone else. Most everyone who was still in the fort was in the courtyard. He could see a portion of the top of the wall. There were three soldiers spread out along it, and in the actual courtyard were four more. There was also a big blond guy sitting in a chair, soaking up the sun. He had to be Janus.
“Watch out for him,” Nate had said as he briefed them. “He’s a tough son of a bitch.”
The most shocking sight was the four figures with black bags over their heads. They were dangling in the air by arms hooked to chains. Their backs were the worst part. They were even more chewed up than Nate’s. It was clear from the blood dripping down that they’d just been whipped again.
Peter, Lanier, Berkeley, and Curson.
Quinn watched each man for a moment to be sure they were all still breathing, then moved to the side and let Daeng take a look. When the Thai man was done, they shut the door.
“Back downstairs,” Quinn whispered. “We need the others.”
On the way back to the stairs, they made a wrong turn and ended up in a hallway they hadn’t been in before. Realizing their mistake, they turned around and started back they way they’d come. A moment after they made the U-turn, they heard a door open. Footsteps in the hallway behind them.
There was a part of Quinn that wanted to pick up the pace and get out of there as quickly as they could, but he knew doing so would bring unwanted attention, so they continued on at a purposeful, but non-rushed pace.
“You, there,” the man behind them yelled.
They kept moving, pretending like they hadn’t heard.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.”
“Stop,” Quinn whispered. “But only I will turn.”
Quinn faced the man who’d called them. He had expected the speaker to be another soldier, but instead he was looking at Harris, the bald former mercenary himself. Quinn kept his expression neutral.
“Tell your commander that I’ll be in my room and am to be notified the moment the fugitive is brought in.”
“Yes, sir,” Quinn replied.
Harris opened a nearby door and passed inside. Quinn marked the location in his mind, and told Daeng who he’d just seen.
“If Harris is here,” Daeng said, “then Romero’s got to be somewhere nearby, right?”
“One would think so.”
“WHEN THEY BROUGHT us back, Janus and one of the guards would come into the cell with me,” Nate said. “I couldn’t see what was going on with the others, but it sounded like the same thing.”
Nate told them that so far, after every torture session, they would leave the prisoners outside for a while before taking them back to their cells to await the next event. That was good. Quinn had been worried they would just be left in the courtyard. Making an assault there would have been a quick way to get one or most of the prisoners and themselves killed. The guards on the wall would quickly pick everyone off before Quinn and the rest had a chance to do much of anything.
When they finally settled on a solution they all thought would work, Quinn said, “From this point forward, if someone’s in your way, kill them. Understood?”
It wasn’t a hard sell. Though none of their job descriptions was that of professional killer, they had all killed before. Given what had been happening at Fort Duran, none of them would take issue with doing so again.
They checked their comm-gear, got into their positions, and waited.
THE POUNDING OF feet echoed down the hallway, signaling the imminent arrival of the prisoners back to their cellblock.
“Daeng, are they to you yet?” he said into the radio.
Daeng was in a room down the hall with the door open but lights off. His would be the first position they passed.
“Seconds away,” Daeng whispered.
Quinn and Orlando were in the same hallway, but on the other side of the door to the cellblock, hidden by the curve of the corridor. Nate was in the cellblock itself, at the far end, tucked around the elbow turn of the hall he’d used to escape.
There was a click over the radio—Daeng letting them know the soldiers and prisoners were outside his door. A few seconds later, he whispered, “Four guards and that big blond.”
“Copy,” Quinn replied.
“Copy,” Nate chimed in.
The footsteps kept coming, until it almost seemed as if they would pass the cellblock entrance and head right around the curve of the hall to where Quinn and Orlando waited. But then, not quite in perfect synchronization, the prisoner detail stopped.
The door to the other hallway opened with a creak, and the ragtag march started up again as the prisoners were led inside. As soon as the door closed, Quinn and Orlando came around the corner and stepped over to it. Daeng joined them a few seconds later.
“In position,” Quinn said into his mic.
A single click from Nate. Message received.
Quinn grabbed the door handle, ready to pull the door open as soon as Nate gave them the two clicks that meant go.
NATE STOOD AS close to the corner as he could possibly get, waiting for the preplanned moment. It wasn’t hard to imagine what was going on. In front of every cell, a soldier-and-prisoner pair stood waiting until Janus deemed it was their turn to go in.
A door opened, then three sets of steps—Janus, a guard, and a prisoner. As they passed into the cell, the sounds of their movements diminished.
Janus’s voice drifted down to him. “Do not get too comfortable. You will not be here long.” This was followed by a laugh, and the sound of Janus and the guard exiting the cell and closing the door.
One down.
Nate continued to listen as the second prisoner and then the third were put back in their rooms.
When the door to the third cell shut, he clicked his radio once. Be ready.
The fourth cell opened. Janus and one of the guards took the last prisoner inside.
