In the safety of his uptown Cuban apartment, Hernandez sipped on a mug of hot coffee while he worked up the nerve to get in touch with his shadowy darkweb contact, the men that had helped him do the work he had not been able to do back in the states.
After two days of digging, he had nothing of consequence to report about Joanne, the dark haired american. Except for what he’d learned in the online article he’d read less than an hour ago. Since it was in Spanish and as far as he knew his target didn’t speak it, Hernandez hoped this early information was enough to satisfy his bosses, they had been getting impatient lately. At any rate, he was out of time. He had to report in tonight.Setting the mug aside, he typed a message in Spanish and waited for a response. Three minutes later, a sharp ding announced a reply.Did you get the phone I asked you to?Yes, he answered.Log off, erase the data and call me at thAfter a restless night without much sleep, Michelle answered Joanne’s door for her when someone knocked at seven a.m. She glanced up from the desk where she and Michelle had their laptops running and piles of papers spread between them to find Alex standing between the jambs.Her welcoming smile faded and her heart tripped when she saw his tight expression. Even though she’d only known him two days, she already knew that look meant trouble. “What’s wrong?”Striding to the desk, he pulled a copy of the morning paper out of his back pocket, unfolded it and set it in front of her to see. “This isn’t exactly the low profile we’re looking for,” he said, keeping his tone even despite his obvious irritation.Joanne peered down at the article. It showed a picture of her with the Cuban Minister, and the article was based on an interview he’d apparently given after she’d left yesterday. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened in denial before she
All eyes turned to him once more. “On top of all that,” he began, “a local paper published an interview with the Cuban Minister and printed Joanne’s picture along with certain details about why she’s here. The site’s grand opening was mentioned and we have to assume the people interested in targeting Joanne and Michelle know where it is. Won’t take an advanced degree for them to figure out when the site's people are going to visit the site. So basically the element of surprise is gone. The Connery Family are going to want to act on this if they can pull an operation together in time. Only thing in our favor right now is there’s been no chatter picked up about her or Michelle yet.”“Which means less than a handful of shit,” Duke remarked dryly, and the others muttered in agreement.“Exactly,” Alex said with a nod. “Given these new developments, both Joanne and Michelle are on lockdown until we leave for the site. In the meantime, let’s make sure we eliminate any pot
The four men with her in the vehicle seemed relaxed enough once they passed through the final military checkpoint in their journey, but Joanne’s stomach was in knots as they drove deeper into the northern part of the infamous Cuban Village. Alex had come to her room late last night to give her a brief rundown of emergency and safety procedures for the site. He’d listed them quickly and calmly, stressed he was only reviewing them all with her as standard procedure, and when she didn’t have any questions for him, he’d left. Surprisingly, knowing the procedures ahead of time actually made her feel more secure and she’d managed to sleep until her alarm woke her well before dawn.Once known as the Switzerland of the region, it was easy to see why. If she hadn’t known it was Cuba, she’d half expect to see Julie Andrews come running over the hill at any moment, dressed in a nun’s habit and singing her heart out. The high mountain peaks soared skyward, yet untouched by the coming Mists, and lu
The head manager and her two other managers called the men inside to begin work. Joanne and Michelle split up. She stopped in each ware room and lingered as the men gathered into the smallest of the three rooms to begin their first lesson. This was so different from most of the primary ware rooms she’d been in back home. Here the room had a hushed, almost reverent atmosphere. Ranging from about five through nine or so, each man sat behind a small computer, watching the manager intently as she began to write down the plans on the blackboard. Their rapt attention blew her away.She spent most of the morning observing the work and passing out simple supplies. In the upper intermediate ware room she walked in on a long division lesson. During a lull, with Zach’s help Joanne asked permission to assist, and when the manager learned Joanne was a nuclear developer from America, her eyes lit up.Joanne went around the room to help some of the men. After they overcame their initial shyness about
Through his high-powered binoculars, Alex tracked the men's steady progress across the grassy plain. Joanne was bringing up the rear, carrying a little boy. When she at last reached the emergency bunker and disappeared inside it, some of the tension in his shoulders eased. Good girl.“They’re secure,” he said in a low voice to Marshall over the squad radio. “Let’s move.” Grabbing his rifle, he climbed to his feet and prepared to make the fifty yard run across the open space to a clump of bushes he’d chosen for his next cover.Currently making their way down the hillsides on two sides of the valley wall, the attackers seemed to be converging. So far Alex’s team had spotted fourteen in total. That didn’t account for any others hidden from view or possible reinforcements coming in from other areas.Charging over the grass to his new position, he dropped to one knee and took another look around. “I’m in position. Duke, give me status.”The spotter’s steady voice ca
The enemy bore down on them in a suicidal rush, yelling their war cry. They began shooting in that weird haphazard way they had, from the hip, spraying rounds all over the place in the hopes of hitting something. A few rounds plowed into the cinderblock wall at the front of the school, sending up tiny sprays of white. He stayed off the radio, letting his men do their jobs. They’d gone over this plan before and each man knew what to do.His finger tightened on the trigger. Another ounce of pressure was all he needed to fire. His gaze locked on the man at the front of the center column. He was running flat out toward the school, mouth wide open in his bearded face as he hollered, his AK spewing rounds. Some of the shots thudded into the ground yards ahead of where Alex lay.He held his fire, waiting for the enemy to come into the kill zone. Five seconds. Four. Three. Two. One.He squeezed the trigger, firing two shots that hit the man’s chest.
Hernandez left work that evening in a cheerful mood and opted to walk over to one of his favorite cafés for a hot cup of tea before catching the bus home. The entire day had gone by without a single call from the boss and he’d made good headway on the next project in his queue. On top of that, he was looking forward to finding out if there’d been an attack on the site today.He took a shortcut down some side streets on the way from his office to avoid the crowds. The sun was just starting to set, casting a rosy glow over everything its rays touched. calls for customers to purchase the wares rang out from the traders in the market. Being near the end of the year, everyone was in high spirits about the approach of the new year celebration and looking to fill up on a good meal before the holiday price hike of goods began after the holiday. When he arrived, his favorite coffee shop was much busier than usual.After standing in line for almost fiftee
The sound of the gunfire was terrifying, but it was the sudden silence that filled Joanne’s veins with ice. A deathly stillness now engulfed the underground shelter as everyone held their breath. Only a single dim emergency light shone in the far corner, casting shadows on the rear walls. The front half of the enclosure was swallowed in blackness, increasing the sense of claustrophobia.Joanne clutched the little boy, Pablo, to her chest, struggling to stay calm in the suffocating tension. Everyone was totally still, afraid to move. She cut a glance ahead at Ray, who stared up at the trap door that led to the emergency shelter that had been built at her father’s insistence. The end of the firefight meant one of two things. Either Alex and the others had eradicated the threat, or the attackers had overwhelmed them and were coming to kill them next.Joanne swallowed hard. There was no place for them to go. Nowhere to hide but here.Hold it tog