The Renegade by Sinclair Rob

Author:Sinclair, Rob [Sinclair, Rob]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781836036678
Amazon: 1836036671
Goodreads: 215573509
Publisher: Boldwood Books
Published: 2024-07-28T07:00:00+00:00

26

The sense of déjà vu wasn’t lost on Ryker. The last time he’d been in this building he’d also heard a noise. Somewhere below. That time the sound had been indistinct, and ultimately he’d thought little of it. This time the sound was closer, and although not loud, he was sure it was the shuffling of feet. Like someone trying to walk very quietly to mask their presence.

Ryker darted to the door, moving across the room in absolute silence. He peeked out into the corridor, just enough to get a glimpse.

Nothing.

Yet he was sure of what he’d heard. He glanced up and down. All the other doors in the corridor remained closed.

What the hell?

Ryker looked back. Was it worth hanging around to spy on the garage longer? The most obvious answer was yes. In particular, Ryker wanted to know why the spooks were here, and what the end result of their presence would be. Would they be taking the survivors – Tufan? – with them? Had they already started an interrogation inside?

Another sound. Down below now.

No, Ryker wasn’t hanging around waiting. He wanted to figure out what was going on.

As stealthily as he could, he headed back along the corridor. At every doorway, he stopped and pulled against the wall, and peeked through the glass to the room beyond. No sign of anyone.

He came to the final door before the stairwell, which, just like the storage room he’d been in, had a solid wood door, no glass. The door was closed. Was it worth a look? Or should he just keep going and down the stairs...

A quick look.

Ryker grasped the handle and pulled down, then painstakingly slowly pushed the door open. Not a creak or strain to be heard from his movement. He stuck his head into the gap.

The room was empty.

He sighed, then stepped back out into the corridor, and made his way down the stairs, checking each floor as he went. He reached the ground floor without any further indication of company.

So who had he heard? And why were they sneaking about? Had they already scarpered, knowing that Ryker had been alerted?

The exit was right in front of him. Time to go?

He froze. Something was stopping him.

He turned and headed beyond the stairs. A door there led into a downstairs corridor he’d not been through before. As he glanced into the first three rooms, his previous thoughts about the building’s continued use were confirmed: all were in various states of occupation. Yes, the fixtures and fittings were basic at best, decrepit at worst, but two of the rooms had computer terminals set up – in one of them the hard-drive tower hummed away. There were lever arch files, papers arranged in piles on desks. Boxes. A lot of boxes.

No people though.

Ryker moved back into the room with the humming computer. He glanced briefly over the paperwork arranged neatly on the desk. Invoices. Consignment notes. He moved to a pile of stacked and sealed cardboard boxes, each one three feet square.

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