On The Run by Jeremy Waldron

Author:Jeremy Waldron [Waldron, Jeremy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-05-10T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

When I told Kay to stay put and keep quiet, she said, “You can’t leave me. I’ll die if you leave me.”

I couldn’t make any promises. A part of me knew she was right. What I couldn’t tell her was that she would die if she came with me. Making her stay here was a chance I was willing to take.

I said, “As long as you stay quiet, you’re safer here.”

“Please,” she begged, as I headed to the front door. “Don’t leave me. I’ll die if I stay here.”

I turned my head before exiting the house and gave her a set of instructions to follow. Then I said, “If you do as I say, you’ll get out of here alive. Do you understand me?”

She nodded her head and said nothing.

I closed the door behind me on my way out and locked it, too. Then I moved quickly toward the corridor and used Kay’s keycard to get me inside the lab. Only a few emergency overhead lights were on, making it difficult to see.

There were no noises, few instructions to go on, and I relied entirely on my intuition and the brief provided by Smith.

Around the next corner, I came upon a soldier patrolling the hallway. He was alone and armed with a submachine gun. I hid behind the wall before he could see me. Quietly, I moved my rifle behind my back and took out my fighting knife.

With my back pressed against the wall, I heard him getting closer.

I relaxed my breath, doing my best to stay as silent as possible. It was never easy, and each step closer to me increased my risk of exposure. Sometimes it was a noise that gave away someone’s location, other times it was pure intuition. I had that sixth sense, but did he?

He stopped.

I waited.

Nothing happened for a long beat. Then I heard him turn around and start walking back in the same direction he had come.

Before he could get too far, I had his head clutched between my arms. He never heard me coming as I hooked my left hand around his head. Gripping his forehead with my fingers, I stabbed the pointed end of the knife into the right side of his neck—severing his carotid artery.

His entire body tensed with sudden shock, and then I felt his muscles go limp as I pulled the knife out.

Blood spurt like a fountain onto the floor and I dragged him as fast as I could to the hallway behind me. There, I dumped his sorry ass behind a closed door and found a printout in one of his pockets of all the scientists’ faces.

It matched the information Smith had given me, but this asshole had one name circled.

Melyssa Antin. Number nine on my list.

“Why circle Melyssa’s name?” I asked the dead man.

I could only conclude that Melyssa was the name found in Tatiana’s package—Smith’s trusted asset.

The question was, where was Melyssa now?

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