“Can’t lose the boss on the first day,” Lawless said, managing a cocky lopsided grin. “And if you happen to be keeping score, that’s three you owe me.”
Fifteen minutes later, soaking, shivering, and looking like drowned rats, the two made it to the exit to find Max and the others huddled around a small fire they’d built with the boards that had kept the mine separate from the fort.
“About damned time,” Max said in a gruff tone to hide his relief. “You get the stones?”
“Not sure yet,” Juan replied. “We’ll talk about it later.”
“What about Bahar?”
“Killed by his own men.”
“And Smith?”
“Him, I killed.”
“All right, then I say we get the hell out of here before the French realize we stole one of their rivers.”
EPILOGUE
SOLEIL CROISSARD HAD LEFT THE OREGON BY THE TIME the team made it back. Juan would have liked to have gotten to know her better but understood her need to distance herself from the nightmare that had been the past few weeks. He wouldn’t have minded a little distance himself. This had been perhaps the toughest assignment the Corporation had ever taken on, not that they’d really understood that the events since Pakistan were all linked together, at least until the very end.
Standing under the needle spray of his shower, Cabrillo recognized that Bahar had made his plan unnecessarily convoluted. He had trusted computer simulations and projections rather than instinct and experience, the two qualities he lacked but that Juan and his people had in abundance. That mistake had cost him. Fatally.
He was just toweling off when the phone on his desk began to ring. He tied the towel around his waist and hopped from the bathroom into his cabin. Ruddy light from the setting sun made the woodwork screens that divided the space glow. He suspected the caller would be Langston Overholt. They’d already spoken a couple of times since Cabrillo and the others had emerged from the old fortress, but they still had a lot of ground to cover.
Juan still hadn’t told him he had the crystals, and wasn’t yet sure how he was going to handle that particular problem.
He picked up the heavy handset and said, “Hello.”
“I told you earlier that I know the work that you do. I just wanted to say that I am still out here and that I will continue to follow your exploits with interest.”
The line died. For a moment so did Cabrillo. The caller had been the quantum computer. Somehow it still existed in cyberspace.