(Wrath-09)-Spiders From The Shadows (2013) by Chris Stewart Read Free Book Online Page A

waiting for Secretary Marino.”
    “I know you were, ma’am.”
    “He said—”
    “The Secretary’s been delayed.”
    Sara watched the stranger. Thin. Wire glasses. Much too young. She wanted to ask what was happening, but she knew he wouldn’t tell her. She hesitated a moment, then followed him down the hall.
    “The Secretary thought he’d have some time to see you,” the man explained in a sincere tone. “He sends his apologies. But frankly, right now there isn’t much that he can tell you anyway. The endeavor into Raven Rock has been stalled, leaving us without access to critical information that we need before we can finalize our plan.”
    “Do you think—”
    He cut her off abruptly. “There really isn’t any more that I can say. We’re still in the information-gathering process. As soon as the Secretary has anything at all to go on, I know he’ll bring you into the loop. He has far too much respect for both you and your husband to of the United States?”ening the leave you hanging. Moreover, he realizes what an important role he has asked you to play. In no way, Mrs. Brighton, does he mean any disrespect by leaving you waiting. It’s just that he’s a little busy. And regarding our efforts into Raven Rock,lass="ind" aid

SEVEN
    Raven Rock (Site R), Underground Military Complex, Southern Pennsylvania
    The former FBI Director let himself out of the tiny bathroom. His hands were shaking and he knew his face was ashen but there wasn’t anything he could do. If they were suspicious, they would search him. If they searched him, they would find the electrical device he had regurgitated stuffed inside his right pocket, and he would be killed. There wasn’t much more to it. In the next few minutes, he would know.
    The two Marines were waiting, obviously impatient. They walked toward him as soon as he appeared. One of them glanced inside the bathroom, pushing the door back to check it out. The room reeked. He instantly recognized the smell. He hesitated just a minute but didn’t say anything.
    If the Marine were being dragged to see the president, he would feel sick as well, James thought to himself.
    Holding James by the elbows, the Marines started walking down the hall.
    Inside his pocket, James kept the tiny drone tucked in a loose fist, protecting it as if it were as fragile as a butterfly, which, of course, it was. Ahead of him, he saw the set of double glass doors etched with the presidential seal. According to the briefing, he’d have to pass through a final electronic sensor on the other side of the glass doors.
    He had to get rid of the drone before he got there or they would find it.
    Twenty feet or less now.
    He had to let it go.
    He glanced behind him. No one was there. The hallway up ahead was crowded. More guards waited—two Army officers, one of them holding the door. Pulling his hand out of his pocket, the bug tucked gently in the open space between his fingers, he pretended to cough, and brought his other hand to his mouth as a distraction, then dropped the bug behind him on the carpet floor.
    He held his breath, waiting. The men kept walking. No one said anything. One step. Two steps. Three steps. The set of double glass doors was only ten feet before him now. He faked another coughing fit, and turned his head. Looking over his shoulder, he saw tiny electronic bug was in the air, its paper-thin wings buzzing. It lurched, then climbed and landed think you should gou eto the on the ceiling, where it started crawling forward, moving toward the open door.

Offutt Air Force Base, Headquarters, U.S. Strategic Command, Eight Miles South of Omaha, Nebraska
    The video screen suddenly burst into light. The image was grainy and halting, but reasonably clear.
    “I got it!” one of the technicians yelled from his cluttered console. “I got it! I got it! OK, he dropped the bug. It’s been deployed! I’ve got good imagery. Partial feedback . . . OK . . . OK . . . we’re good to go.