The Lazarus Protocol by Steve P. Vincent

Author:Steve P. Vincent [Vincent, Steve P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Steve P. Vincent

8

“This is the place.” Pierre had to raise his voice to be heard over the sound of the motorcycles idling outside the Amsterdam townhouse. They’d ridden direct from Paris.

Herron looked at Pierre, his borrowed Harley still rumbling beneath him. “You come with me. Your men can stay out here, yes?”

“Yes.”

Herron climbed off his bike and followed Pierre inside. They walked through to the living room, where the bikers who’d raided this safehouse were guarding their prisoner. She was tied up with a pillowcase over her head, but Herron could feel the threat emanating from her.

“Ask them what happened.”

Before Pierre could speak, one of the bikers stepped forward. “I speak English.”

“Okay.” Herron shrugged. “You tell me.”

The biker shrugged. “We thought the place was clear…”

“Then I slit the throat of your friend.” The woman laughed from beneath the hood.

Herron admired her chutzpah. She hadn’t realized that a former Enclave operative was in the house. It was time for her to find out who was really in charge. He stepped closer to her and removed the pillowcase from her head. She blinked quickly to adjust to the light. She was in her mid-thirties, with her auburn hair tied into a high ponytail and wearing black from head to toe.

She looked at Herron like a snake looks at a fieldmouse. “You shouldn’t have come here. You’re going to die.”

“I was searching for the Master, but you’ll do.”

Her face scrunched up in contempt. “Do you really think he’d be stupid enough to come to a safehouse you know the location of?”

“Why not? I’ve wiped out the Enclave’s leadership and he’s on the run. He has no other resources.”

“Is that what you think?” She laughed. “He didn’t come to Europe to run away from you. He came to reboot the Enclave.”

She had to be lying, trying to make him mad or force a mistake. The Enclave had been toppled and there was no way to put back the struts he and Jessica had kicked out. Every handler in North America had been shot dead. The organization had been totally decapitated.

Except for one man. But could that one man bring the whole Enclave back?

“Pardon,” Pierre interrupted Herron’s train of thought. “We are done here.”

Herron turned to see the biker veteran had a cell phone in one hand and a pistol in the other. The pistol was aimed at Herron. “We had a deal.”

“It is true. But my men found your van in Paris.” Pierre shrugged. “Now I have your money, you are both…how you say…the loose ends.”

“Money? This is about money?” The woman looked at Pierre. “Free me and I can give you as much you like.”

Herron shook his head. He cursed himself for not hiding the van better. He should have known the bikers would be searching high and low for it. “She’s lying.”

Pierre regarded her. “You are right, I think. She is...full of shit, n’est-ce pas?”

A heavy blow cracked the back of Herron’s head. He grunted and started to fall, but Pierre’s men grabbed his arms and stopped him.

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