Rogue Commander. Leo J. Maloney

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      “Alex.” Her father had set down his model and was looking at her with that expression he always had when he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. He wasn’t the most communicative person—and a lot of things between them ended up going unsaid because of it. “Back there, with Lukacs. In the apartment.”

      To see her father like that had both scared her and pissed her off. It was one thing to see him hurt and kill people in the heat of combat. It was another to see him go so uselessly off the rails. Do that at the wrong time, and everyone’s life would be at risk. But she knew this was the sort of thing he was anxious about—her knowing who he really was, warts and all.

      “It’s fine, Dad. Your macho man took over. You felt protective of Lily’s virtue.”

      Relief and consternation seemed to mix on his face, but, as usual, he wound up hearing what he wanted to. “People like Lukacs—there’s no other language they understand. And I’ll stop at nothing to help the people I care about. That’s true for Lily and Peter, but it goes double for you and your mother.”

      Alex took his words at their face value. It was certainly a language her father understood. “I know how far you’re willing to go,” she assured him with affection. “I’ve seen it before.”

      “So you understand?”

      “Yes,” she said, breaking into a warm, knowing smile. “I do, Dad.” Maybe more than he did.

      He sat back and took a deep breath. “You know, you did well out there. Quick on your feet, remembering your training, working as a team...”

      They were interrupted by an alert from the laptop computer which was open at an empty table—an incoming video call from Zeta. Morgan accepted the call, and Diana Bloch’s face appeared—brown hair in a professional short trim, muted, sober makeup, and a face that rarely cracked a smile. Beside her was Lincoln Shepard, his messy black hair sticking in every direction, wearing a Japanese anime T-shirt.

      “I trust everyone is having a good flight,” Bloch said. “And I respect your need to rest. But we need to talk about what’s next.”

      Peter Conley walked back from the cockpit and asked them, “Any word on Lukacs’s whereabouts?”

      “I’ve cast a wide net,” Shepard said. “Not surprisingly, he’s careful. Despite our best efforts, I’m concerned that little worm may wriggle away again.”

      “So I want to see Lukacs’s belongings,” Bloch continued. “There might be something useful there.”

      Morgan reached into his carry-on, pulled out a bag, and set it on the table. He placed a wallet, a few coins, and a phone on the table.

      “The phone’s a burner,” Morgan explained.

      “I might be able to get something off of it anyway,” Shepard said. “Let’s see what’s in that wallet.”

      Morgan opened it and carefully spilled its contents on the table: an ID, presumably fake, some money, and credit cards.

      Something caught Alex’s eye. “Hold on.” She reached out and took something from the wallet—a golden rectangle about the size of a business card. She held it up, and it gleamed in the light of the airplane cabin.

      “That’s real gold leaf.” That was Lily, looking up from her book. “I know gold when I see it.”

      “Looks like there’s something on it. It’s really hard to see, hold on.” Alex ran her fingers over the surface and tilted it to catch the angle of the light just right. “Looks like some kind of symbol.”

      “Let me see,” Lily said, reaching out for it. She examined it, tilting it against the light as Alex had done. “Yes, there’s definitely something there. I need paper,” she said. “A notepad, anything.”

      Alex looked around and settled for the nearest thing—a barf bag in the pocket next to her seat. She handed it to Lily, who made a quick sketch and held up the paper. “Anyone recognize this?”

      “You’re not very good at drawing,” Alex said. “Hold on.”

      Using the card as a reference, she made a closer approximation of the design on the card—a broken circle, with a sort of pinched triangle in the middle. “Is this a bit closer?”

      “Yes, looks more like it,” Lily said. “But I don’t recognize it.”

      “Hold it up to the camera,” Shepard said. Alex held up the card and the design. “Nothing I know of, but I’ll see what I can find.”

      “The circle reminds me a bit of the Ouroboros,” Peter Conley said. “The snake that eats its own tail.”

      “Morgan.” It was Bloch. “I need to talk to you privately.”

      Bishop, in the back, snickered like Morgan was a schoolkid being called to the principal’s office.

      Morgan took the computer and brought it into one of the tiny cabins near the cockpit. “I’m sorry, but saving Lily was the right call,” he said. “We’ll get Lukacs soon enough—”

      “That’s not what this is about, Morgan. We can get into the details in the full debrief, and we’ll go into the specifics of that decision. But it was our decision, ultimately, and I take responsibility for it. But that’s not what this is about. I’m pulling you off Lukacs.”

      “What? Why? We were close, Bloch. Closest than anyone’s been in a long time.”

      “I know. But I have another mission for you—one that only you can perform.”

      “What—” Half the screen was occupied by a familiar face, one he did not expect.

      “General James Collins,” Bloch said. “I understand you knew him back in your days at the CIA.”

      “I worked under him,” said Morgan. “I did several black ops under his command in Africa.”

      “What can you tell me about him?” she asked.

      “Currently under investigation by a Senate committee for misconduct in Iraq. It’s bullshit. He’s a good man. Real American. Best boss I ever had.”

      “Maybe not so good,” said Bloch. “A cache of Tomahawk missiles went missing from a silo last week. Disappeared into thin air. And eleven soldiers dead, killed by whoever took them. The Pentagon’s covering, calling it a training accident.” She held up both hands and made air quotes. “But DIA says it had to have been an inside job.”

      “And they’re trying to pin it on him?”

      “His codes were used to access the base and deactivate the security systems. He had access to blueprints and schematics of the base, as well as details of its contents. The evidence doesn’t look good.”

      “What does he say?” Morgan asked.

      “That he had nothing to do with it. That he doesn’t know how his codes came СКАЧАТЬ