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Shepherd took a deep breath then let it out slowly, trying not to make a sound as he edged forward down the dark corridor, gun
first towards the solitary door. It was open slightly, the splintered timbers around the lock evidence of how many times it had
been kicked in over the years. Somewhere above him the Virginia winter wind moaned through broken windows, filling the derelict
townhouse with whispering voices. It was two below outside, probably colder in here, but he was sweating beneath his body armour.
He stopped a foot short of the door and leaned against the wall, feeling the flex in the plasterboard and timber frame – not much
good for stopping bullets. He hunkered down below eye-level like he’d been taught and slipped his scoping mirror from his belt
then past the edge of the doorjamb.
Daylight leaked in through high, narrow windows sketching the outline of a room: another door set into the far wall, a table in
the centre spilling over with various items – a man and a woman standing directly behind it.
The skin tightened on Shepherd’s scalp. The man’s eyes, framed by safety goggles, seemed to be staring straight at him. He saw a
hand clamp tighter across the face of the terrified woman, held in front of him like a shield, saw the other hand rising up.
He leaped away just as gunfire shattered the cold silence and bullets smacked into the wall where he had been resting. He rolled
into a new position further down the corridor and levelled his gun at the door. ‘FBI!’ he shouted. ‘Drop your weapon and come
out slowly with your hands on your head. We have the building surrounded.’
Not true.
He was a lone agent following a cold lead that had just gone volcanic.
He heard noises coming from the room, something clattering to the floor then footsteps scuffing away. He moved forward in a
crouch, gun just below his line of sight, free hand reaching for a stun grenade on his belt. He pulled the pin and tossed it round
the doorframe.
The grenade clattered across the floor, clanged against the metal leg of the table then detonated with a lightning flash that
Shepherd saw even behind his closed eyelids. A sharp, percussive boom-shook the wall and he was up and into the room.
No one there. Far door open.
He ran through the white magnesium smoke, performing a quick inventory of the table as he passed: 9-volt batteries, wire cutters,
soldering iron, duct tape, vacuum packs of plastique. Bomb-making equipment.
The smart move would be to regroup and call for backup, but the suspect knew he was cornered. He had fired shots and fled, even
after Shepherd had identified himself as FBI. He was desperate, and therefore unpredictable.
And he had a hostage.
If Shepherd waited for other units to show, the suspect would probably kill the woman and make a run for it. But right now he was
vulnerable, his ears ringing from the pressure wave of the grenade, his eyes useless in the gloom of the basement. Shepherd had
the advantage, but it was slight and wouldn’t last for more than the next few seconds. He had to make a choice.
He took a breath and swept his gun arm round the edge of the doorframe, following it into the second room. The suspect was in the
far corner, backed up against the wall, the hostage still in front of him and terrified.
Shepherd stood square on, maximizing the cover of his body armour, his gun steady in a good two-hand hold, trying to fix the front
sight on what he could see of the suspect’s face. With his peripheral vision he sucked in the detail of the room: a single
mattress on the floor; a low table next to it; a movie poster tacked to the wall with a burnt-orange sun and slashed white
lettering. His mouth went dry as buried memories rushed out of his past.
The dank smell …
… the same sun on the same poster …
… a room just like this.
He tried to zone it all out, keeping his eyes on the suspect and his mind on the here and now, but the sun kept pulling at him
with something like real gravity, dragging him back to that dark, dark place he had done everything he could to forget.
His hand began to tremble. The suspect was shouting but he couldn’t make out what he was saying. Then he saw a hand rise up.
Something in it. Some kind of button with a wire trailing down to the belt bomb wound around the hostage’s neck.
Behind them the sun blazed on the wall like an omen of the explosion to come. Shepherd felt weak. He couldn’t hold it together.
His whole world condensed to the end of his gun and the suspect’s face came into focus along with the words on the movie poster.
Apocalypse Now
He pulled the trigger.
Adjusted for recoil – everything muscle memory now, drilled in deep from hours on the range – squeezed off another round. Saw an
explosion of red beyond his gun-sight. Then he watched in silence as both suspect and hostage fell in crumpled slow motion to the
ground.
In the stillness that followed, Shepherd felt everything drain out of him. His eyes drifted back to the molten sun, his hand
dropped to his side, the red-handled gun dangling from his curled trigger finger. He didn’t even feel the instructor take it from
him, or register the fluorescent lights flickering into life above his head. In his mind he was still back there, staring at the
same poster on a different wall – the room where she had found him and they had saved each other.
‘… Shepherd … !’
The voice seemed to come from very far away.
‘SHEPHERD – YOU OK?’
The granite face of Special Agent Williams slid into view, obscuring the poster and breaking the spell.
Shepherd blinked.
Nodded.
‘You made some tactical errors.’
He nodded again.
‘Get yourself over to The Biograph for a debrief.’ The Practical Applications instructor slapped him on the back with a hand
made solid from years of pulling triggers and turned to the two actors, already on their feet and tugging wet-wipes from their
pockets to clean away the red dye from Shepherd’s training pistol. They each had an impact mark on their forehead, just above the
eye. Kill shots both.
‘Back to initial positions,’ Williams barked. ‘Next trainee coming through in five.’
The Tower A Novel (Sanctus)
Simon Toyne's books
- As the Pig Turns
- Before the Scarlet Dawn
- Between the Land and the Sea
- Breaking the Rules
- Escape Theory
- Fairy Godmothers, Inc
- Father Gaetano's Puppet Catechism
- Follow the Money
- In the Air (The City Book 1)
- In the Shadow of Sadd
- In the Stillness
- Keeping the Castle
- Let the Devil Sleep
- My Brother's Keeper
- Over the Darkened Landscape
- Paris The Novel
- Sparks the Matchmaker
- Taking the Highway
- Taming the Wind
- Tethered (Novella)
- The Adjustment
- The Amish Midwife
- The Angel Esmeralda
- The Antagonist
- The Anti-Prom
- The Apple Orchard
- The Astrologer
- The Avery Shaw Experiment
- The Awakening Aidan
- The B Girls
- The Back Road
- The Ballad of Frankie Silver
- The Ballad of Tom Dooley
- The Barbarian Nurseries A Novel
- The Barbed Crown
- The Battered Heiress Blues
- The Beginning of After
- The Beloved Stranger
- The Betrayal of Maggie Blair
- The Better Mother
- The Big Bang
- The Bird House A Novel
- The Blessed
- The Blood That Bonds
- The Blossom Sisters
- The Body at the Tower
- The Body in the Gazebo
- The Body in the Piazza
- The Bone Bed
- The Book of Madness and Cures
- The Boy from Reactor 4
- The Boy in the Suitcase
- The Boyfriend Thief
- The Bull Slayer
- The Buzzard Table
- The Caregiver
- The Caspian Gates
- The Casual Vacancy
- The Cold Nowhere
- The Color of Hope
- The Crown A Novel
- The Dangerous Edge of Things
- The Dangers of Proximal Alphabets
- The Dante Conspiracy
- The Dark Road A Novel
- The Deposit Slip
- The Devil's Waters
- The Diamond Chariot
- The Duchess of Drury Lane
- The Emerald Key
- The Estian Alliance
- The Extinct
- The Falcons of Fire and Ice
- The Fall - By Chana Keefer
- The Fall - By Claire McGowan
- The Famous and the Dead
- The Fear Index
- The Flaming Motel
- The Folded Earth
- The Forrests
- The Exceptions
- The Gallows Curse
- The Game (Tom Wood)
- The Gap Year
- The Garden of Burning Sand
- The Gentlemen's Hour (Boone Daniels #2)
- The Getaway
- The Gift of Illusion
- The Girl in the Blue Beret
- The Girl in the Steel Corset
- The Golden Egg
- The Good Life
- The Green Ticket
- The Healing
- The Heart's Frontier
- The Heiress of Winterwood
- The Heresy of Dr Dee
- The Heritage Paper
- The Hindenburg Murders
- The History of History