Brain Jack Part 24

33 THE SEARCH

Tyler shut his eyes and flicked through the images that were neuro-feeding into his brain from Control. "That's got to be them walking through the parking lot."

The three figures were quite unmistakable.

"Here they are again, at the northwestern end of the lot," Sergeant Hutchens said from the driver's seat. "And after that, nothing. Where did they go?"

"They're in the mall somewhere. Nowhere else to go."

"But the entrance cameras didn't pick them up," Hutchens said. "Nor did any of the security cameras in the service areas."

"They're in the mall," Tyler said again, certain of it. "These kids know every trick in the book. If anyone can fool a security camera, they can. We're going in. Get mall security to man the exits while we sweep the mall. Bring in the police to maintain a cordon around the entire area."

"Mall security," Agent Amberly said from the rear of the van, handing Tyler a phone. "Duty manager Bruce Gordon."

Tyler took the phone. "Gordon, my name is Special Agent Tyler from Homeland Security. Here is the situation. We have three fugitives hiding somewhere in the mall. We're sending you photos and descriptions. One of them may be semiconscious. I want you to move all your security staff immediately to the exits. Circulate the photos to their cell phones. Also make your team aware that my men will be arriving shortly to begin a search. I want every exit covered, including trade and freight entrances. Make sure they can't get out. Any questions so far?"

Tyler looked casually around at the men in the van, relis.h.i.+ng the feeling of power. The go-to guy. The man in charge.

"Okay, Gordon, thank you for your cooperation. We'll be picking up the feed from your security cameras, but it would help us if you could also watch your monitors closely."

He handed the cell back to Amberly. "Okay, let's move in. Handguns only and keep them in your holsters. The kids are not armed, and we don't want to panic the public. Hutchens, can you a.s.semble the units into search teams? Standard two-by-four."

Tyler stepped out of the van into the long shadows of the low afternoon sun and stretched, rolling his shoulders around to loosen them up as he waited for the teams to a.s.semble.

It was dark outside. Two hours of searching and nothing. Was it possible that they had slipped through his fingers again? Tyler stood on the mezzanine and looked down over the first-floor shoppers. No. Somewhere in this huge complex, they were hiding. The exits were covered, and the police had an outer cordon around that. There was no way out.

Hutchens appeared at the top of the escalator and jogged over.

"Anything?" Tyler asked.

"Nothing. We've been through all the storerooms, warehouses, washrooms, janitors' closets, everywhere."

"They're here somewhere," Tyler said. "Bring in a dog team; see if they can pick up the scent. Get something personal from their desks at CDD."

He punched a b.u.t.ton on his cell phone. "Gordon, it's Tyler. Anything suspicious?"

Gordon's voice sounded a little hara.s.sed through the cell phone. "No, sir. I'm closely monitoring every camera in the building myself, and I'll let you know at once if I see any trace of your three missing agents."

"Thanks, Gordon," Tyler said, and rang off.

An uneasy feeling settled in his stomach, as if he'd eaten something that disagreed with him, but that wasn't it. Something troubled him about that call. He drummed his fingers on the polished wood railing of the mezzanine floor, thinking. How had Gordon known the fugitives were CDD agents? He hadn't mentioned that, had he?

"We have a positive identification on the girl," Hutchens said, interrupting his thoughts.

"Where and when?"

"An hour or so ago. A store a.s.sistant at Walmart remembers her. Paid cash."

"What did she buy?"

"Wigs, fake beards, that kind of thing."

Disguises!

"Send me pictures of the clothes now," Tyler said, and waited a second or two while Hutchens flashed through images. "Control?"

"Control here."

"Feed me through the central mall cameras, last two hours, ten-second intervals, two per second."

"On its way."

Tyler shut his eyes and waited for the images to arrive. The center of the mall appeared in his vision, and he watched carefully. There! A young couple: a blond male and a female with long black hair, cuddling each other as they walked through the mall. Behind them a male in a Windbreaker and a woolen hat. That had to be Sam.

He traced their progress through the mall, then lost them in a crush of shoppers. He tried a different camera angle, without success. And another.

Where were they?

He alerted his teams and picked up the phone to call Gordon again.

34 THE PHANTOM

Sam watched Dodge sleep. Even the sound of the ringing phone did not disturb him at all. His face was peaceful. He lay curled in a ball on the floor of the office.

"Security, Gordon." The security officer answered the call on speakerphone, as Sam had instructed.

"Gordon, it's Tyler again. New information. The fugitives have changed their appearance, using wigs and beards. They have also changed their clothing." Tyler went on to describe their outfits and appearance. Gordon jotted it all down carefully, all the time staring at the people who were being described.

"Okay, got that," Gordon said at last. "Anything else?"

"No, that's it for now. Keep us informed."

Gordon hung up the phone.

"Good boy," Vienna said pleasantly, aiming Gordon's own gun at him.

Their CDD security IDs had got them through the door, and Vienna had swiftly relieved Gordon of his sidearm.

Gordon must have been in his fifties, Sam thought, and looked as though he had been doing this job all his life. His stomach hung heavy over a straining belt, and if his nose reflected the state of his liver, then his liver was in real trouble. His complexion was ruddy, and his uniform wouldn't recognize an iron. He hadn't been happy when Vienna had taken his gun, and he looked less happy every minute.

Dodge stirred and snorted in his sleep. Sam looked at the tattoo on his forehead and hoped that wasn't too close to the truth. Was Dodge's brain now just a biohazardous wasteland?

"Should I wake him up?" Sam asked. "Isn't it bad for people who have concussions or something to sleep?"

"Let him sleep," Vienna said. "That concussion thing is just a myth. Right now his brain is trying to repair itself. Let's just hope that when he wakes up, he's okay."

"And if he isn't?"

She didn't reply.

Tyler retraced the steps of the three fugitive CDD agents through the main thoroughfare of the mall, stopping every few paces to close his eyes and compare the neuro-fed images from the security cameras with his surroundings.

Hutchens, a pace in front, ran interference, cutting a path for him through the crowd. Not that it took much doing: the black combat suits and helmets acted as a natural defoliant, a crowd repellent.

The dogs had picked up the trail of the fugitives in the rear storeroom of Walmart but had lost it in the heavily trafficked main thoroughfare.

"Right here," Tyler said. "This is the last image we have of them. After that they move out of range of the camera, and they don't appear on the next one."

He looked to the left and the right. To the right, a jewelry store with a huge fake diamond rotating slowly in the window joined onto a clothing store for teenagers.

"We've looked everywhere," Hutchens said. "Storerooms, changing rooms, everywhere. And there are no rear exits."

"Come with me," Tyler said. "I want to pay a visit to our friend Gordon in security."

"Where the bleedin' h.e.l.l are we?"

Sam jumped. He had almost nodded off. He spun around to see Dodge sitting up, looking around with suspicion and concern.

"Dodge! You're awake!" he said with huge relief in his voice.

"And the sky is blue, and the Bears are going to win the World Series," Dodge said. "Is it state-the-bleedin'-obvious day today, or are you just practicing for stupid school?"

"Tell me your name," Sam said, peering as deeply as he could into Dodge's eyes, not sure what he was looking for. He tried to remember the questions they asked on TV shows to see if a person was properly conscious.

"Fozzie Bear, what's yours? Ya muppet."

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Sam asked, holding up three.

"I dunno. How many fingers am I holding up?" Dodge replied, holding up just one middle finger. "Now where the bleedin' h.e.l.l are we?"

"Security center at the Great Mall," Vienna said from her chair at the control panel. The pistol sat on the desk in front of her, right by her hand. It still pointed at the guard.

"Why?" Dodge asked.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Sam asked.

Dodge furrowed his brow. "We were at CDD. Working. On the trail of the phantom. We..." He faltered.

"Let me fill in the blanks," Sam said, and spent the next few minutes doing so.

"Who's Ursula?" Vienna asked when he had finished. "You mentioned her a couple of times in your sleep."

Dodge shook his head and got to his feet. He seemed a little shaky and swayed back and forth, finally holding on to the wall to steady himself.

"Ursula," he said vaguely, shaking his head. "I don't know. But I know who's doing this. I must have worked out most of it just before I got zapped. Figured out the rest while I was sleeping, I guess."

"You know who the phantom is?" Sam asked.

"There is no phantom," Dodge said. "There are no hackers or terrorists, apart from those two who got wiped out."

"Then who is it?" Sam asked.

"Who's doing this?" Vienna asked almost simultaneously.

"We are," Dodge said.

35 EXIT STRATEGY

"Lie back down," Sam said. "I don't think you're quite ready to be standing up."

"I'm fine," Dodge said, although he swayed a bit on his feet as he said it.

"Explain," Vienna said.

"It's us. Not you, me, and Sam here, but just about everyone else. Everyone with a neuro-connection, that is."

"I'm still not getting it," Vienna said, although Sam was starting to.

Dodge said, "They introduced neuro-connections, what, a year ago? The take-up has been phenomenal. Faster than cell phones. And in the last few months, sales have gone off the charts. There are millions of people neuro-connected all over the world."

"So?"

"So what happens when you join millions of brains together? What do you get?"

"I don't know," Sam said.

"n.o.body knows," Dodge said.