Street Game (20 page)

“Will he know you’ve traced him?” Mack asked.

“He’s bouncing all over the place,” Javier hissed.

“He doesn’t know we’re tracking him,” Jaimie said. “I just need another minute to get him. He’s hacking into the trap I set and if he makes it in before I get him, he’ll be gone.”

“I take it you made it difficult?”

“You bet. I want to see how skilled he really is. He’s moving through the walls fast.”

“He’s a pro with resources,” Javier added. “Only a few in the world are good enough to hack into your system, Jaimie.”

Mack marveled at the speed their fingers flew across the keyboard. Their eyes were glued to the screen. It all made sense to them, but to him it was a jumble of code and nothing more. That didn’t stop uneasiness from creeping into him. He felt hunted. Watched. Something evil moving in the room.

Twice Jaimie’s breath hissed out and once Javier hunched lower over the keys as if that small movement would increase his speed and dexterity.

The tension in the room coiled tighter and tighter, stretching nerves taut. Mack could hear breathing, feel the blood pounding in his veins, the knots forming in the pit of his stomach. He looked around, into every corner, half expecting someone to come jumping out at them. His hand actually crept toward the knife at his belt.

“I’m almost on him,” Jaimie hissed. “I’ve got you, you toad.”

Mack’s gut reacted with more knots and somewhere in his brain a warning flash went off. He cleared his throat. “Jaimie, shut it down.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Do it, Jaimie,” Kane said. “Shut it down.”

“Javier, that’s an order,” Mack snapped and caught Jaimie, jerking her away from the computer. “Pull the plug. Do it now, do it fast.”

“Whose side are you on?” Jaimie demanded, twisting around, trying to get back to her chair. Mack kept his arm around her waist, lifting her off the ground to keep her from the keyboard.

Javier shook his head. “I don’t think I’m going to shut it down before he’s in.”

“Unplug the damn thing now.”

Kane was already in motion, sprinting for the power strip.

“No!” Jaimie wailed. “You can’t do it like that. You’ll mess up my programs. He won’t find anything. He’ll only think he’s in. I put all kinds of crap data for him to find. By the time he wades through it . . .” She broke off, horrified, as the screens went black.

“He’ll know you’re on to him and he’ll know you’re coming after him. They’ll blow this place out from under you to get you, Jaimie. Right now they only know you’re after Whitney. His cover was blown a long time ago. Half the world thinks he’s dead or a myth and the other half pretends he’s dead. He’s an embarrassment, but every GhostWalker team knows he’s alive. That was the only reason they didn’t kill you. What would be the point? But if they think you know who is supporting him, that’s an entirely different ball game.”

She jerked away from him, throwing a punch at his chest as she stumbled back. “I know exactly what I’m doing. I had him.”

“You mean he almost had you.”

“He already knows who I am, Mack, or I wouldn’t have had a dead body on my doorstep to warn me off or an assassin coming to my door. I’m so close to getting him.”

“Why the hell do you think he sent you the dead body, Jaimie? Someone looked you up and studied you, tried to find the perfect thing to scare you with. They killed some poor innocent woman and threw her body on your doorstep to tell you to back the hell off.”

Tears shimmered in her furious eyes. “You think I don’t know that?” She pointed to the stairs. “Get out, Mack. Take everyone with you. I’m not doing this with you, not ever again. I mean it; get the hell out of my house.” She turned her back on him and walked toward the plug.

“Don’t even think about it, Jaimie.” His voice dropped low in warning.

She whirled back around and this time there were tears tracking down her face. “I can’t believe you said that to me. You think I don’t know? You think I’m so stupid I don’t get what’s going on? You want to hurl insults at each other? You think that’s the way to get me to listen? If you’d listened to me in the first place, none of this would be happening.”

“That isn’t true, Jaimie,” Kane intervened softly. “It would have happened to someone else. It did. To helpless children. To unsuspecting men and women. To women trapped in his breeding program. To Whitney’s own daughter. It would have happened no matter what. Just not to us. And we’re good. We’ve got each other. We know one another inside and out and that gives us the advantage. If he can’t separate us and break us apart, we’ve got power no other GhostWalker team has against him. And we have your brains.”

Jaimie didn’t look at him. She glared at Mack. “You don’t have the right to talk to me the way you do. I’m not one of your soldiers following orders. And I’m not your girlfriend.”

“Like hell you’re not. You want to prove me wrong so bad you’re willing to risk your life. I already believe you, Jaimie, I’ve seen the proof. You don’t need to put yourself in harm’s way in order to get me to believe Whitney’s a son of a bitch and he’s being protected.”

“For once in your life why don’t you acknowledge I have a brain? I was this close”—she held up her fingers an inch apart—“to getting the identity of the man or men protecting Whitney. We can’t take Whitney down without getting them. He’ll just run, even if we expose him with proof. He’ll be in the wind and we’ll never find him.”

“And if those protecting him are untouchable? What do you think is going to happen here, Jaimie? They’ve sent men trained in combat with enough experience to take on some of our best men. They put a sniper up on a roof to take you out.”

“I know when they’re close.” Jaimie tried to bring her voice back under control. The madder she got, the louder her voice, the quieter he became, making her feel like a child being reprimanded by an adult. “I can feel their energy, Mack.”

“You couldn’t feel Joe, Jaimie, and he’s a fucking sniper. He could have been sent to kill you, not protect you. He infiltrated your base and made himself your right-hand man. Suppose his orders change and he’s told to kill you?”

Her chin lifted. “Suppose
your
orders change,” she hurled back at him.

Instant silence fell. The room charged with anger until they all seemed to choke on it. Abruptly Mack turned on his heel and stalked to the stairs.

Jaimie stood over her computers, tears running down her face, watching him go.

“Jaimie.” Javier slipped his arm around her. “You know I had to follow orders, but I should have realized you’d be in trouble. You got it, didn’t you? Right before Kane pulled the plug. You saw the location flash. I wasn’t looking at the screen at that point, I was trying to disconnect, but I heard you gasp. Give it up.”

“We didn’t get it,” Jaimie said. “Kane unplugged the system before it flashed on the screen. He didn’t make it in and I didn’t complete the trace.”

Javier and Jaimie stared into each other’s eyes.

Is she lying?
Kane asked.

I can’t tell. It’s possible that she was upset because you shut down the system and some of her more sensitive programs might be messed up. That false computer was genius. They couldn’t know it was a trap. They had to believe they’d made it into her hard drive. My guess is they were trying to plant a Trojan to collect her data.

Kane sent him a flash of puzzlement.

A spy inside her system,
Javier explained.
They want a look at her files.

“Don’t lie about this, Jaimie,” Kane warned. “It’s too important. We have to know how far they’re willing to go to kill you.”

“I think they’ve made it plain, they’re serious, Kane,” she shot back. “Maybe if I knew who my enemy was, I would be able to fight back. As it is, you and Mack managed to prevent that from happening.”

Did you get a look at her files?

They’re encrypted and Jaimie’s one of the best at encryption. It would take a long time to get past her security and she probably has more than one fail-safe.

If you take her hard drive, can you get the files?

“Yeah, keep talking,” Jaimie said. “I’ll really trust you knowing you’re keeping secrets.”

“What the hell do you expect, Jaimie? You don’t trust us. You insulted Mack and now you’re insulting us with your lies. If you think you have to hide the truth from us, who the hell do you trust? Joe? Mack’s right, the man could get orders any minute to cut your throat. As for me, when I received an order that was wrong, I knew it was wrong and I risked my career and life to stop Whitney. And if you don’t know me or Mack by now, you deserve everything that’s coming.” Kane followed Mack up the stairs.

Jaimie switched her gaze to Javier. “Are you going to yell at me too?”

“No. I want a decent dinner tonight.” He sat on the edge of the desk and regarded her with cool eyes. “What’s going on, babe? Do you really think Mack and Kane would betray you? If they betray you, they’d have to go through all the rest of us. You’re my baby sister. The only one I’ve got. And don’t bring up Rhianna, because you know I don’t look at her that way and I never will, no matter what she says.”

Jaimie pressed her fingertips to her throbbing temples. “All of you like this life, Javier, including Rhianna. You’re all anchors. Using psychic energy doesn’t bother you. And all the genetic enhancements enable you to be faster and do really cool things. You all like and maybe even need the adrenaline rush, Mack and Kane included. You’re serving your country and you’re very good at what you do.”

“The point?”

“When you love something, Javier, it’s difficult to see the downside.”

He shrugged. “But not impossible, Jaimie. You don’t seem to realize the influence you have on all of us. You’re
ours
, Jaimie. You think you’re all alone in the world. And I think you somehow got it in your head that when you and Mack broke up, you broke up with the rest of us.”

He was shredding her heart with his words. Of course she thought that. What else could she think? Mack was the head of their family. What he said went. Where he led, the others followed. All of them were strong, independent men, but they worked together like a machine and Mack was always—
always
—at the wheel.

“Jaimie?” Javier insisted. “Did you write all of us off?”

She frowned at him, blinking away tears. There was something in his voice, a note of hurt in that soft inquiry, that gave her pause, made her think from their point of view. She hadn’t contacted any of them. Not a single one. When she’d left Mack, she believed they’d all side with him and when she split with the leader of the family, that she’d be the one alone.

“I didn’t write anyone off. Why do you think I’m doing this?” She swept her hand toward the computers. “Do you really think it’s to prove a point to Mack? That’s so like the way he’d think. He’s egotistical and arrogant. I want to keep you all safe. I found out that the first GhostWalker team was targeted for murder. Did you know that? They were incarcerated in Whitney’s lab and someone was sending them out on assignments and having them killed. Do you understand what that means, Javier? Sergeant Major could send you on a mission and you’d follow orders.”

Javier frowned and crossed his arms across his chest, stretching his legs out in front of him as he regarded her with his dark, unblinking eyes. “You sure about this?”

She nodded. “And the second GhostWalker team was sent to the Congo. It was a trap. Two of the members were horribly tortured. The report is very detailed and includes some ghastly photographs. I have plenty of proof that it was a conspiracy involving a senator and another female GhostWalker. There are so many incidents, Javier, where GhostWalkers were sent into impossible situations. Fortunately, when they’re together as a team, they’ve managed to escape, but I’ve pieced together at least four more incidents where I believe the first two teams were targeted for complete elimination.”

“What about us?”

She dropped her eyes and shrugged. Casually. Too casually. “I have only one suspect mission.”

“Our first. Where everything went to hell and they were waiting for us. It could have been bad intel, Jaimie.”

“Yes. But it wasn’t. I believe it was deliberate. If I hadn’t been there to warn you all, most of you, or all of you, would have been wiped out on a single mission.”

“And the fourth team?”

She shook her head. “They’re shrouded in mystery. To get to their files, I have to peel layers and layers of protection away. I think they’re hunting terrorist cells around the world. I think they assassinate them and melt back into the shadows. If I’m right, Javier, it would be easy for them to be eliminated.”

“You think Whitney is doing this? Killing the soldiers he made?”

Jaimie shook her head, grateful someone she cared about was willing to listen to her. “Not Whitney. It doesn’t fit his profile.” She paced across the room and back, a small frown creasing her forehead. “It isn’t him or his supporters. Those helping him know about his experiments with children and they’re covering for him. And they sure know about his breeding program, but they don’t want him dead. Or us. They believe his soldiers, all of you—me—are the answer for future soldiers.” She shook her head. “No, it’s someone else. Another group opposing Whitney’s work and they don’t mind murder to get rid of us.”

“So different groups could be after you,” Javier said.

She looked at him. “Probably.” He kept looking at her, his gaze locking with hers. She sighed. “Okay. Yes. Two different factions. I think Whitney’s supporters know about me and want me dead before I have a chance to expose them. The second group I don’t believe has a clue I’m coming after them.”

“Walk away from it, Jaimie.”

“I can’t. You’re my family. I’m not letting them target you for elimination. I can’t go with you, so this is the only way I have of protecting you.”

Javier’s smile was slow in coming. “That’s so you, Jaimie. In your own way you think you can save the world.”

“No, just my family. You and Mack and Kane save the world. I just care about saving you right now.”