Josh and Chang rode the elevator to the seventh floor surrounded by Black Pine personnel. Tension filled the silence. The guns remained pointed at the floor, but that was cold comfort. Josh had no doubt they were in enemy territory. Norris had consented to let them into the building only to give his people more time to fix the problem in their own way, which meant Josh and Chang would have to be extremely careful not to get “accidentally” caught in a firefight.
The doors slid open on the seventh floor. Two Black Pine guards stepped off and Josh and Chang followed. He pulled out his radio.
“Go ’head and make contact,” Voss replied.
“Check.”
Josh turned to one of the guards and the man gestured down the corridor to the left with the barrel of his gun. Along the hall there were nine or ten other Black Pine employees—some women but mostly men—all dressed in the company uniform. Guards and standard ex-military security. The fact that they hadn’t already rushed in and killed everyone showed how much Black Pine valued its CEO. But from the way they huddled in conversation around various schematics and reports, that wouldn’t keep the situation calm forever.
“The door to the executive suite is just around the corner,” the lead guard said.
Josh nodded to Chang as they neared the end of the corridor. She drew her gun slowly, so as not to present herself as a threat. The idea amused Josh. How could dozens of mercenaries with the best guns money could buy see Nala, or even the two of them, as a threat? Still, he moved awfully carefully as he drew his own gun.
At the corner, they received suspicious glares from a number of Black Pine operatives, but after a moment the cluster of people in the corridor parted to let them pass, and a space cleared at the corner. Josh leaned against the wall there and took a quick look at the suite door. There were bullet holes in the wood. Exit holes.
A noise coming along the hall behind them drew his attention, and he glanced back to see four men carrying metal canisters with rubber hoses attached. Josh shot an inquisitive look at the man beside him.
“Gas?”
“You’ve got two minutes to try to talk them out of there,” he said, his tone perfunctory. “The gas is our next move.”
“What if she kills your man in there?” Chang asked, pushing her hair behind her ear.
“If she intends to kill him, he’s probably not getting out of that room alive anyway.”
Josh shook his head. He felt very exposed, as if he had painted a target on his skull. Dread crawled up his spine. He looked at Chang again and she gestured for him to hurry. They could have used a phone to call inside, but according to Norris, Cait had only picked up the phone once. And even from out here, Josh could hear ringing within. She was not going to answer.
Josh holstered his gun, feeling more vulnerable than ever, and went around the corner. Light shone in the gloomy corridor through the bullet holes in the door.
“Don’t knock,” Chang whispered behind him.
He almost smiled. Of course he wasn’t going to knock. Startling the people on the other side of the door would only get him shot. Kevlar vest or not, he had no interest in being shot. He’d lived through that once, and had no desire to repeat it.
“Sergeant McCandless, please don’t shoot!” he called.
“Don’t even try the door, jackass!” a gruff male voice shouted from the other side. It had to be Lynch, the man Brian Herskowitz had told them about.
“I won’t!” Josh said quickly. “I’m not touching the door. I just want to talk.”
Silence from within.
“I want to speak with Sergeant McCandless.” He waited ten long seconds and still no reply came. “Look, obviously you have some vested interest in keeping Cait and Leyla, not to mention yourself, alive. So do I.”
The gunshot made him jump aside and plaster himself to the wall. Every weapon in the corridor came up, ready to return fire. Chang and Josh both signaled for them to relax. There were no new holes in the door. The shot had been for effect only.
“Got your attention now?” said the man in the executive suite.
“You’ve always had it. But you don’t want to do that, sir. You’ve got a lot of grim bastards up here who’d like nothing better than to return the favor, but with better aim.”
“You want to keep anyone else from dying, you’d better back away from that door and keep them away, too,” Lynch shouted, and now Josh could hear the exhaustion in the man’s voice.
“Mr. Lynch, please just listen. Tell Cait it’s Josh Hart from the ICD.”
Josh glanced at Chang, then at the Black Pine men around him, who were already eyeing him suspiciously.
“The one Herc said would come?” Lynch called.
“That’s me. I’m with Agent Chang from the FBI. If you’ve accomplished what you set out to do, we’re here to place you in custody and make sure you get out of this building alive.”
“Son of a bitch,” said the Black Pine operative right next to Josh. The man raised his gun, and pointed it at Josh’s temple. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
The man flinched as Chang put the barrel of her gun against the back of his head. Guns cocked up and down the corridor, but now they were aimed at Chang.
“Before you do anything stupid,” Chang said, “you should know that both of our radios are transmitting. Everything we’ve said, everything transpiring up here, is being heard by the cops and federal agents down on the street.”
The man swore and turned away, tapped the phone piece in his ear, and started whispering as he retreated a few steps, obviously trying to figure out what the hell to do next.
“Mr. Lynch, I think you can open the door now,” Josh called.
“Would you bet your life on it?” Lynch shouted back.
Josh glanced at Chang, throat dry. “I think I just did.”