Red Cell Seven by Stephen W. Frey

Author:Stephen W. Frey [Frey, Stephen W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Thriller, Adventure, Mystery
ISBN: 9781477809457
Amazon: 1477809457
Barnesnoble: 1477809457
Goodreads: 18184304
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2014-01-21T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

“DECUS SEPTUM,” Travers muttered across the laminate tabletop as he picked up his mug and took a careful sip of steaming coffee.

Troy took a careful sip from his mug, too. “Honor to the Seven.” God, this coffee tasted good. Maybe it would have tasted good even if it was mud after what had just happened on the Kohler farm.

Troy always made certain to appreciate being alive after a close call. He’d actually take a few breaths and consciously consider the wonder of life when death ran close to the line—as it just had. He’d taken those deliberate breaths in this booth a few minutes ago, as soon as they’d sat down.

“Protect the peak,” Travers said.

Troy glanced across the table. Travers was still studying the menu even though they’d already ordered breakfast.

He’d asked his father about those words the other night on the plane ride back up to New York. He’d asked Bill specifically what “protect the peak” meant. The old man had shrugged and claimed it was already a custom to say it when he’d signed on to run the RCS associate pool thirty years ago. And that he’d never asked Roger Carlson what, if anything, it actually meant.

Troy doubted that answer but hadn’t pushed. Bill Jensen would always be a secretive man, even to his family. Even to a son who was inside Red Cell Seven.

“Yeah,” Troy murmured as he looked around the Denny’s. It wasn’t crowded in here for this time of day, and he found that odd, given it was morning and the place was best known for breakfast. “Protect the peak.”

After spraying the basement with bullets, he and Travers had sprinted up the steps through the smoke and burst through the door to the outside. Then they’d raced back across the pasture beneath the moonlight, jumped the tall four-slat fence twice within a few seconds—Travers with Troy’s help each time—and hustled into the protection of the forest. When they were certain they weren’t being followed, they’d stopped only long enough to catch their breaths—and bust the handcuffs still snaring Travers’s wrists. Then they’d taken off again.

They couldn’t return to the car Troy and the other two agents had driven to the farm from the Raleigh airport. They’d parked the car on the side of the road that passed the driveway leading to the farm, a few hundred yards south of the entrance, and then hiked into the spot on the ridge they’d used to watch the place. He’d tried to hide the car as best he could—he’d pulled it a little ways into the woods through a slight opening among the trees—but he was worried Maddux would still locate and watch it, figuring Troy would return at some point. He wasn’t at all confident he’d killed or even wounded Maddux with that burst of fire he’d sprayed the basement with.

Troy didn’t want another knife blade to his throat. He’d never experienced that before, and it was much more terrifying than having a gun leveled at him, which he’d already experienced several times.

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