Then came Anna. Cole wanted both Joe and Carla to witness what he had in mind for the youngster. He tore the boards down and stepped back, ready for anything. He didn’t know whether the girl was still in a mindless rage or regaining her senses. Either way, she might be strong by now.
Anna stumbled out of the dark office, eyes fiery red but not focused on anything. The agent shouted, “Boo!” and she moved toward him, arms outstretched. She let out a guttural sound. Cole knew that response quite well. It meant she was barely human.
She’d ripped out some of her own hair and torn her clothing. She smelled of urine. She might be borderline crazy, but she was still a kid. He subdued her easily enough, although he was concerned by her strength that might continue to increase. He tied her to a steel rail along the wall, not far from where Carla was cuffed at the door. All the while, Anna hissed and snapped at him like an agitated gator. The railing had a few broken screws in the wall mounts. As she snapped at him, drywall dust sifted down. Wouldn’t take much for a crazy to pull it loose. And the girl was already damn strong. Crazy and a little too strong, if truth be told.
“Not sure how long this railing will hold her,” he told Carla and Joe. “I suggest you two keep still and don’t get her riled up.”
Cole got to work on the rest of his plan. First, he tossed all their food out the side door, aiming for the dead crazies. He gathered what clothing they had, jackets, shoes, and anything else they would need, and threw it out as well.
Next, he unlocked several doors leading outside throughout the building. Including the roof. He left the main entrance and the side door they used locked.
The weapons Jack and Joe Carter had brought up lay conveniently on a large cart. Cole noticed several boxes of bullets, magazine refills and some grenades. He quickly opened the bullets and tossed them down to the floor below where they scattered like an exposed nest of roaches. Next, he stashed the grenades carefully inside his handbag, then pushed the cart to the stairway leading down to the lower level, and gave it a hearty shove.
That would slow them a bit.
This was when Jared appeared for the second time. The first time Cole wasn’t ready, so he remained hidden. Now, however, he saw the benefit of having the boy nearby. And saw the benefit of getting him riled up.
After all, Cole needed the crazies to show up.
* * *
Jared had never seen him before, but when he saw the man approach the observatory’s main entrance, he just knew. It was the ‘agent in black’ he’d heard the others talk about.
He pressed his face against the glass. Where the hell was Joe and Carla? The man’s cold smile made Jared’s skin crawl. He did something to them. To Anna!
“Motherfucker!” shouted Jared. He slammed the butt of his gun with renewed vigor, cracking one of the reinforced window panes.
Cole stood opposite Jared and chuckled. “Great job, kid. You’re making this easier for me by the minute. Keep it up.”
Jared reached through the broken pane to unlock the door. Then he remembered the deadbolt.
“You son of a bitch!” Jared pulled his arm back out—too quickly. A thick shard of glass cut deeply into his forearm. He barely noticed. “Where’s Anna? What are you doing?” He pounded on the door again, smearing blood from his wound.
“Even better,” Cole said, motioning to the wounded arm. “They can smell that, too, you know?”
Jared drew his gun. The Agent in Black remained calm. “If you hurt me, you’ll never see your Anna alive again.” It wasn’t necessarily true, but Jared couldn’t take that chance. He was terrified. The agent smiled again and opened the sack he carried. Jared watched as Cole removed a smoke alarm and set it at the foot of the door. He triggered the alarm’s ear-splitting scream.
* * *
Cole smiled, but realized he had to move quickly. The side doors, after all, were open. Wouldn’t take a smart kid long to figure that out.
He sprinted back to his prisoners. There, he covered Anna’s head and arms with a pillowcase he had brought with him. Anna fought him, but again, he was stronger. For the time being, the girl remained in the in-between phase of growing strength and gaining intelligence. A phase that didn’t last very long before the real nightmare set in.
He retrieved another smoke alarm from his bag of tricks. He approached Joe Carter. “When they get here—if they get here—tell them that if they want to see Anna again they’re going to have to come for her.”
“Where?” Joe asked, turning his eyes toward his adversary.
“We’ll be at the ball park,” Cole said. “Dodger Stadium.”