“What’re we going to do?” Denton asked.
“We should hide,” Kai blurted out, fighting back a tremble that threatened to leave her quaking on the floor. She took a step away, seeking the comfort of dark spaces.
Painter stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. He pulled her closer. She didn’t resist, leaning against him, but it was like hugging a metal post. He was all hard muscle, bone, and purpose.
“Hiding won’t do any good,” he explained. “Clearly someone had you all under surveillance. Tracked you here and sent a strike team to flush you out. They’ll sweep the place until they find you. Our only hope is that it’ll take time to search the main building before they venture down to the underground facility. Until then, we need to find another way out of here.”
Kai stared toward the ceiling, picturing the buried lab in her mind’s eye. “How about up?” she asked, grasping for anything.
Painter gave her an appreciative squeeze. It did much to return some strength to her legs.
“What about that?” he asked the two professors. “Are there any air vents? Service tunnels?”
“Sorry,” Denton said, his voice quavering. “I know the entire schematics of this place. There’s nothing like that. At least not large enough to crawl through. Only thing above our heads is a foot of reinforced concrete and about a yard of soil, rock, and lawn.”
“Still, the kid’s idea is a good one.” The gruff words came from the doorway, from the man named Kowalski. “How ’bout we make our own exit?”
He tossed something the size of a ripe peach toward her uncle, who caught it one-handed. She felt Painter flinch next to her, then swear under his breath.
11:35 P.M.
Painter stared down at what he held. Though his eyes had somewhat adjusted to the dark, it was still difficult to examine the object—but from the chemical smell and the greasy feel to the claylike substance, there was little doubt of its identity.
He fought through his shock to ask, “Kowalski, what are you doing with C4?”
Kowalski shrugged both shoulders. “Still had it with me from before.”
From before?
Painter pinched his brows, thinking back; then he remembered. He recalled the man kneading a fistful of the plastic explosive in his office, as casually as someone squeezing a stress-relieving ball. And maybe it served that purpose for him, as he’d apparently never gotten rid of it.
Painter lowered his arm and shook his head in disbelief. Leave it to Kowalski to be walking around with a pocketful of explosives.
Which begged another question.
“I don’t suppose you have a blasting cap to go along with it?” he asked.
Kowalski turned his back dismissively, focusing back on the hallway. “C’mon, boss. I can’t think of everything.”
Painter glanced around at the lab, trying to determine how he could improvise some type of detonator. C4 was notoriously stable. It could be burned, electrocuted, shot with a bullet, and it still would not explode. It took an intense shock wave, like the one caused by an exploding blasting cap, to set it off.
Denton stepped forward and offered a possibility. “The applied physics lab might have what you need. They work in conjunction with the region’s mining operations. They keep percussion and blasting caps over there.”
“And where’s that?”
“Off by the stairwell.”
Painter sighed inwardly. Not the direction he wanted to go. It would be dangerous, and risked exposure, but he had little choice. He studied Denton. He hated to involve a civilian, but the underground facility was a maze, and he didn’t know where to begin looking for blasting caps in that other lab.
“Professor Denton, would you be willing to come with me? To show me?”
The professor nodded, but he was clearly reluctant.
Next, Painter crossed to Kowalski and handed back the balled-up chunk of explosive. “Find a place to plant this. A roof joist or someplace where we have the best chance to blast a hole to the surface. And get as deep as you can into this facility, as far from the science center as possible.”
Painter imagined all the exits were being watched. If his plan worked, he wanted to pop out beyond whatever snare had been set around the building.
Denton pointed. “The rearmost lab is the particle accelerator chamber.”
“I know where that’s at,” Kanosh added. “Straight down at the other end of the hall. Can’t miss it. I can take him.”
“Good. Bring Kai and your dog, too. All of you hole up down there until we return.”
Painter sensed the press of time and quickly calculated in his head what he needed to pull this off. Denton helped him gather the necessary tools. He then crossed back to Kowalski and freed his SIG Sauer pistol from its shoulder holster. He traded his sidearm for the man’s Taser-modified shotgun.