Lucan lowered his head and glared in Crowe’s direction. His voice was a deep, rumbling growl. “He reeks of something more than just arrogance tonight. What if Crowe’s got his hands on the Morningstar technology? Everyone went through metal scans on entry to the building, but did anyone check the rounds Crowe’s security detail is packing?”
“You think they could be UV?” Niko, the Order’s personal weapons expert and gearhead, blew out a low whistle. “Only one way to find out. Who’s up for a round of show-and-tell?”
Tegan met his look. “We have to keep it quiet. Take his detail off the floor, bring them somewhere out of sight where we can search them one by one. Between the twenty of us, we can get this done in a few minutes.”
Hunter nodded. “There are empty conference rooms on the west corridor outside the reception hall.”
Niko grinned. “What are we waiting for?”
“Make it quick,” Lucan said, “but keep this shit covert. Hit them with a trance on the way in, mind scrub on the way out. And if you find anything that raises suspicion, this whole party goes on immediate lockdown.”
The three warriors acknowledged the command, then took off to alert the others on watch of the plan. Darion started to go with them, but Lucan held him back, a hand clamped tight on his son’s muscled shoulder. “Stay close. I want you nearby to look after your mother if the situation calls for it.”
Dare’s brows lowered, his mouth flattening into a hard line. But he acquiesced with a nod and hung back, watching as the rest of the Order began discreetly carrying out the search on Crowe’s security detail.
As for Lucan, his sights were fixed on Reginald Crowe, currently onstage and basking in thunderous applause from the crowd spread out below him. Crowe ate it up with unabashed pleasure, puffed up and pompous, a golden king about to address his lowly peasant subjects. When the adoration finally subsided, Crowe took the microphone to officially open the summit gala and to welcome the dignitaries as his personal guests.
Lucan tuned out the self-preening to survey the warriors’ progress with the catch-and-release operation under way on the floor of the reception hall. Nikolai was casually guiding one of Crowe’s security men out of the room, while Tegan had just returned to let another of the uniformed guards loose into the gathering. He met Lucan’s gaze and gave a grim shake of his head. Nothing.
One by one the Order led Crowe’s men out of the room. And one by one they were all returning without anything to report.
Maybe Kellan had it wrong.
Maybe the attack Benson was privy to was set to occur somewhere else, at some other time.
And yet every one of Lucan’s battle instincts prickled with the certainty that something was off tonight. Something wasn’t right, and he was willing to bet that something had everything to do with Reginald Crowe.
Onstage, Crowe’s demeanor had sobered as he paused to express his shock and grief over the tragic loss of both Jeremy Ackmeyer and GNC director Benson. “Two great men, visionaries, both of them,” he said, his voice carrying over the silent crowd. “One committed to advancing our world through science and innovation. The other devoted his life to ensuring a safer future for us all . . .”
Lucan tuned out the brief eulogy, instead watching as still more Crowe Industries guards were searched and released by Tegan and the other warriors.
Crowe, meanwhile, was gaining steam again. “To have lost two brilliant champions of our future at a time when we were gathering here to celebrate peace between mankind and the Breed only demonstrates the work still left to be done. Peace is our dream. Peace is our goal.”
As the throng applauded and murmured their agreement, Crowe directed their attention to the center of the reception, where his glittering crystal obelisk shone like a beacon under the soft lights of the hall. “Tonight I give you a symbol of my vision for the future of our world. Tonight I propose a future of true peace. Not First Dawn, but a New Dawn.”
Crowe’s words put a sudden chill in Lucan’s veins. He glanced at the obelisk again and noticed that the crystal orb crowning the sculpture had begun to glow with more intensity than before. Now the light inside the sphere pulsed with energy.
Holy shit.
It wasn’t UV bullets they needed to worry about after all.
“Peace is our vision,” Crowe was saying now, his gaze panning the crowd as he spoke. His eyes found Lucan and came to a stop. “Peace is our work. Pax Opus Nostrum.”
Morningstar.
Crowe had smuggled it in right under their noses.
“Get down!” Lucan bellowed. He pushed Gabrielle into Dare’s arms and motioned for them to move the hell out of the room. As all eyes turned to him, Lucan drew his 9-mm semiauto from under his suit coat and aimed it at the obelisk. “Everyone down now!”