The Persona Protocol

13


Chasing the Tail


Bianca spent the afternoon learning more about how the Persona Project – and Adam – operated. Some of what she discovered shocked her: not least that Adam was, technically, a cyborg. With a two-way radio implanted inside one ear, powered by a kinetic battery beneath the skin at the base of his spine that used his body’s own movements to recharge itself, he certainly fitted the dictionary definition.

However, whatever startling revelations there were about Adam Gray the agent, she still had no handle on Adam Gray the man. He remained as opaque as the first moment they’d met. His answers to all of her questions were precise, factual . . . and devoid of anything resembling an emotive viewpoint.

After a few hours, her attention began to slip. ‘Okay, I think we should take a break,’ said Tony. ‘You look like you need some coffee.’

She shook her head. ‘Oh God, no. If I have too much caffeine in the afternoon, I can never get to sleep.’

‘Something else, then. We’ve got a selection in the break room. Even tea – maybe that’ll help you feel more at home?’

‘You know, not all Brits are obsessed with tea,’ she mock-chided. ‘Just like we don’t all talk like Dick Van Dyke and have bad teeth.’

Tony was caught off guard. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean . . .’

She let him off the hook. ‘But I like tea.’

‘Great. We’ll pick up in twenty minutes, then.’

They left the briefing room. Bianca followed Tony, but Adam went to the Bullpen. Bianca glanced back as he entered. Was he going to talk to one of the analysts, or . . .

‘I’ll catch up,’ she told Tony as they passed one of the bathrooms. He nodded and continued on his way. She went into the ladies’ room, waited until she was sure he would be out of sight, then returned to the door of the Bullpen.

Her card opened it. She went inside. No sign of Adam. The nearest person she knew by name was Holly Jo. ‘Hi. I’m looking for Adam – did he just come in here?’

‘Yes, he went into the Cube.’ The Specialist wagged a manicured finger towards the door.

‘Okay, thanks.’ Bianca crossed the chamber, Holly Jo watching her with curiosity.

She stopped outside the Cube’s entrance, considered what she was about to say, then knocked. After a few seconds she got a reply, and entered.

This time Adam was on the couch. He sat upright. ‘Bianca, hi. What can I do for you?’

His greeting was so similar in tone and cadence to that of a few hours earlier that it could have been a recording. ‘Oh, nothing – just a social call,’ she said. ‘I thought that since we’ll be working together, it might be helpful if we got to know each other better.’

He didn’t recoil in horror at the prospect, but neither did he display any enthusiasm. ‘What do you want to know?’

‘Just a bit more about you, really. I mean you you, not agent you.’

That finally brought a glimmer of emotion to his face, though it wasn’t one she had expected. He seemed mildly bewildered by the very idea. ‘Really?’

‘Yes, sure. What are you like when you’re not being someone else? I’d like to know.’

‘Well, I’m . . .’ He hesitated. ‘I can’t—’

The door flew open, Kiddrick rushing in. He had the manic aggression of someone who expected to discover their spouse in flagrante. ‘What’s going on?’

‘What do you mean, what’s going on?’ said Bianca, surprised.

‘I mean, what are you doing in here with Adam?’

‘I’m . . . talking to him? Like I have been for the past three hours.’

‘He comes in here for privacy and quiet,’ Kiddrick snapped. ‘Not for chit-chat! When he’s in here, it’s because he wants to get away from the stresses of his work. You should respect that, and stay out of here.’

‘Are you his dad or something?’ said Bianca, riled by his attitude.

His eyes bulged even wider than usual. ‘What did you say?’

‘I said, are you his dad? Are we in your house? Because you seem to be setting ground rules for everyone.’

He drew himself to his full height. ‘Now look here! I created the Persona Project, and when I tell you to do something—’

‘Is there a problem?’ said Tony, entering.

Kiddrick spun to face him. ‘She’s talking to Adam!’

He nodded calmly. ‘Okay. And you’re angry about that because . . . ?’

‘Because she shouldn’t be! The Cube is supposed to be a refuge, a sanctum – you of all people should—’

Another person appeared. ‘This room doesn’t sound much like a sanctum to me,’ said Morgan. ‘What’s going on?’

Kiddrick spoke first, jabbing a finger at Bianca. ‘She—’

‘Dr Childs,’ Morgan interjected. ‘What’s all this about?’

‘I just wanted to ask Adam something,’ she replied, taking brief pleasure in Kiddrick’s fury at being cut off. ‘The next thing that happened was that Dr Kiddrick burst in here like the Tasmanian Devil.’

Kiddrick glared at her, then turned to Morgan. ‘You know why I—’

He was interrupted again. ‘All right,’ said Morgan. ‘Dr Kiddrick, calm down – we can discuss this in my office. Dr Childs, I know that you’re new both to STS and the entire working ethos of an intelligence agency, but you have to realise that this is not a social club.’

‘It wasn’t as if I was asking him out on a date,’ she protested.

‘I’m sure you weren’t. But please, in future, if Adam is in here, then respect his privacy. Okay, Dr Kiddrick?’

Still seething, Kiddrick stomped past him back out into the Bullpen. Morgan gestured for Bianca and Tony to follow. They did, Bianca looking back at Adam. His gaze met hers, still seeming perturbed by her interest.

Outside, the commotion had drawn an audience. ‘All right, show’s over,’ said Morgan as he closed the door. Heads reluctantly turned back to monitors. ‘And where are you going?’

Tony was guiding Bianca to an exit. ‘Getting back to what we were doing, Martin. Adam and I were taking a break from briefing Dr Childs. She’s British, she can’t function for long without tea.’

Morgan made an amused sound. ‘All right. But don’t take too long about it.’

They headed for the break room. Bianca shook her head. ‘Talk about overreacting.’

‘I’m sorry, I should have warned you,’ said Tony. ‘Kiddrick doesn’t like Adam . . . well, he calls it “fraternising” with anyone.’

‘Roger mentioned it,’ she said, remembering her earlier conversation. ‘So where exactly do I stand with Kiddrick? Is he my boss?’

A small laugh. ‘He likes to think he’s everyone’s boss. But no, he’s not. He and Roger both report directly to Martin, but they’re equal in . . . not rank, exactly, but position. They’re outside the operational chain of command, though.’

‘So if I’m standing in for Roger, does that mean I’ve got equal status to Kiddrick?’

‘As far as I’m concerned, yes.’

‘Good! I’ll remember that the next time he goes off on one at me.’

Tony laughed again. ‘That should be fun to watch. Okay, let’s get your tea.’

The long day over, Bianca returned to her car. The Fusion was not all the agency had provided; although her own phone was compatible with the US network, she had still been given another, Tony explaining that it had ‘NSA-grade security’. However, that was of less interest to her than having the American government pay for her international calls.

So, she first rang her parents to assure them she was perfectly fine and her sudden decampment to the other side of the Atlantic was nothing to worry about; then James Harding to say much the same for business rather than personal reassurance. The good news there was that the deal had gone through, the investors finally signing earlier that day. Harper’s threat had remained unused. Her absence would not even be an immediate issue – as Albion had said, everything was now in the hands of lawyers and bankers.

‘But,’ said James, ‘you will be back here when everything gets moving again, won’t you? You are rather important to Thymirase’s development, after all.’

There was definite concern behind his understatement. Bianca couldn’t do much to alleviate it. ‘Believe me, I’ll be back the second Roger is on his feet. When that’ll be, though . . . I don’t know. A few weeks. Maybe.’

‘Hopefully not much longer. Are you seriously telling me there’s literally not a single person in the whole of the States who could take over for him?’

‘Apparently not,’ she replied, deciding he wouldn’t like the truth even if she could tell him.

‘Oh. Great. Still, whatever it is you’re up to is obviously important, considering I had MI6 talk to me yesterday and somebody from the US embassy today. So make sure you claim for everything you can think of on your expenses, all right?’

‘They’re paying for this call, for a start . . .’ She trailed off on seeing someone crossing the parking garage.

Adam. He went to a car, a Fusion like hers only dark blue instead of silver, and got in.

A wild impulse took control. ‘Anyway, sorry, but I’ve got to go,’ she hurriedly told James. ‘I’ll talk to you soon, okay? Bye.’ Before he could reply, she had disconnected.

Okay, mystery man, she thought. I’m going to find out something about you today, even if it’s only where you live.

Adam set off. She started her own car and cautiously followed.

While she didn’t know anything about the techniques of spying, it struck her that staying six feet behind his rear bumper would give her away, so she paused at the top of the ramp to let a couple of other cars pass before pulling out after him. It was now dark, which made her even more nervous about the mirrored road rules. But the traffic was not moving especially quickly, so she decided that if she just went with the flow she would probably be okay.

Adam was still two cars ahead as they stopped at traffic lights. If her bearings were correct, he was heading east. Green lights, and they set off again. He changed lanes to turn left. Nervously, she indicated and edged into the adjoining lane to follow, getting an irate honk from the car behind. There was now only one car separating them as they made the turn.

She maintained the gap as her quarry continued through Washington, making a couple more turns. Before long, she was completely lost. The satnav was no help, since she didn’t know where Adam was heading. All she could do was keep after him.

A smile came to her lips. This was, in a strange kind of way, fun. Under the circumstances, playing the spy felt oddly appropriate.

They left central DC on a main road, heading . . . north-east? She wasn’t sure. The office buildings gave way to a lower sprawl. Adam kept going, minutes passing. Her girlish enthusiasm started to fade. For all she knew, he lived fifty miles away. Perhaps this hadn’t been such a great idea after all . . .

Adam suddenly switched lanes, cutting sharply to the right. Horns sounded. Bianca was not sure how to follow – there was no space in the lane beside her. She braked, indicating right and creeping over. One car refused to let her in, but she held her ground. To her relief, the vehicle behind it slowed to give her space. She waved in thanks and pulled into the gap.

Adam was now out of direct sight, two or three cars between the two Fords. What was he doing? There was a junction ahead, a side road leading right. Was that where he was headed? She kept going—

A brief shrill of tyres and the growl of a fast-revving engine told her that he had made his move. His Fusion was almost lost in the dark, only the flash of reflected street lights and the red scowl of its tail lights giving it away. Had he chosen its colour for exactly that reason?

It took several frustrating seconds before she reached the intersection and could turn after him. He was clearly speeding, the red lights pulling away fast. Bianca accelerated, the smile returning. She enjoyed putting her foot down; the six penalty points on her licence back home were testament to that.

Her surroundings appeared to be mostly commercial buildings; warehouse-like retail outlets and industrial units. Nothing residential, so Adam didn’t live here.

Had he seen her? Was he trying to shake off his tail?

She kept accelerating, closing the gap. A glance at the speedometer told her she was doing over fifty, and she was pretty sure the limit was thirty. A pang of fear; American cops had guns. Her foot moved to the brake . . .

Adam beat her to it. His Fusion’s rear lights flared as it made a hard left turn. Its tyres squealed again.

He was definitely trying to lose her. More doubts – she was chasing a genuine secret agent, for God’s sake! But she still braked and threw the car into the turn after him. Fright pumped through her heart as her Fusion’s rear end slid wide, but she wrestled it back into line.

The new road was less well-lit, lined with darkened warehouses. Adam was already turning again, sweeping right into a narrower side street. She lost sight of him, but could still hear the wail of his tyres. In for a penny, she thought, following—

His car had vanished.

Bianca flinched, genuinely startled. There was no sign of the other Ford. But that was impossible . . .

Headlights glared blindingly in the mirrors.

He was behind her. But how—

Her car shook as Adam’s hit it. The impact was not hard, but still enough to make it swerve to the left . . .

The front wheel hit the kerb before she could straighten out.

‘Shit!’ she wailed as the steering wheel bucked in her hands. The Fusion leapt up over the sidewalk. Chain-link fence flashed through her headlights – then there was a flat bang! and another jolt that threw her sideways.

The stricken Ford juddered to a stop. Dazed and shaken, Bianca sat up. The car’s front wing was buried in the fence.

Her door was yanked open. She looked round in fright—

A fist froze inches from her face. She shrieked.

‘Bianca!’ said Adam, sounding as shocked as she felt. ‘What are you doing?’

‘What am I doing?’ she cried. ‘Jesus Christ! What are you doing? You just rammed me off the road!’

He looked at the damage, then back at her. ‘Are you okay?’

‘I don’t know, I . . .’ She experimentally moved her limbs. All were still attached. ‘I think so.’

‘Good. Here.’ He extended a hand to her. She shot him a mistrustful look, then let him help her out.

‘Oh God,’ she said as she saw what had happened to the Fusion. Between the paving and the fence was rough ground, soil and gravel and strewn garbage – and broken glass. The front tyre had run over a smashed bottle and instantly punctured. What remained of it was wrapped loosely around the wheel rim like a rubber lei. ‘They give me a car, and less than twenty-four hours later, it’s wrecked. That’ll make me popular.’

‘Yeah. Uh . . . sorry,’ he said sheepishly. ‘I’ll call STS to pick it up and fix it. I’ll explain that it was my fault.’

‘Well, yes!’ she exclaimed. ‘Why did you ram into me?’

‘Why were you following me?’

‘Because I . . .’ She tried to find an answer. ‘I don’t really know, okay? I suppose I just wanted to find out more about you. Anything about you.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I don’t like being told “no”? Especially not by idiots like Kiddrick. I don’t know!’ She threw up her hands. ‘But what about you, suddenly turning into Mad Max?’ She looked back at the corner, seeing a darkened loading dock set into the warehouse wall. He must have hidden inside it, but she couldn’t imagine how he could possibly have made such a tight turn at the speed he had been going. ‘How did you get behind me like that?’

‘Evasive driving,’ he said. ‘Useful when you want to get rid of a tail.’

‘You have a very odd definition of “evasive”. I always take it to mean not hitting other cars.’ She gave the damaged wheel another mournful look, then turned back to him. ‘Wait, how long did it take before you realised I was following you?’

‘About three blocks. You’re not very good at it. Are you sure you’re okay?’ He sounded genuinely concerned.

‘Yeah, I’m fine. Just shaken up.’

‘Okay, good.’ He took out his phone. ‘I’ll call STS.’

‘About that,’ Bianca said. ‘Maybe it would be better if you didn’t say exactly what happened?’

For the first time since they had met, his face showed a hint of a smile. It suited him. ‘I’ll just tell them you had an . . . incident.’

‘Thanks.’

‘No problem.’ He made the call, being told that someone would collect the wounded car within twenty minutes, then pocketed the phone. ‘I’d better give you a ride. This doesn’t look like a very good neighbourhood to be waiting for a cab. Where are you staying?’

‘Oh, a hotel. The, ah . . . the Beauregard.’

‘I don’t know it, sorry. You have the address?’

‘Yes.’

‘Great. You got everything from your car?’

She collected her bag, on Adam’s suggestion leaving the car key on the driver’s seat to make life easier for the mechanics, then got into his vehicle. He entered the hotel into the satnav and turned back the way they had come. Near the junction, Bianca saw curving tyre marks freshly scorched on to the road surface. Whatever Adam had done to get behind her clearly involved some sort of controlled skid, but she still could not figure out exactly how he’d managed it.

They returned to the main road. Adam headed back towards central Washington. ‘So,’ said Bianca when the silence became overpowering, ‘I’ve found out something about you.’

‘What?’

‘You’re not very chatty.’

Another little smile. ‘No, not really.’

‘But like I said at STS, I think it’d help us work together if I got to know you better.’

‘Makes sense.’

‘So . . .’ He didn’t respond to the prompt. She changed tack. ‘Roger said you used to be a soldier – Special Forces?’

‘I’m afraid I can’t discuss that.’

‘Oh. But you volunteered to join Persona after you left?’

‘I can’t discuss that. I’m sorry.’

‘Right.’ She sighed, frustrated by the diktats of security. ‘Okay, so what about you personally? I don’t know much about American accents – I can recognise N’Yawk and yee-hah Deep South, but that’s about it, so I can’t tell where you’re from originally.’ Silence. He might be a spy, but taking hints was obviously not in his training. ‘So, where are you from originally?’

‘Sorry, I can’t discuss that.’

She regarded him with incredulity. ‘Seriously? You can’t even tell me where you grew up?’

‘I can’t . . .’ He looked confused, as if only just realising what he had said.

‘Adam?’

His expression hardened – though his eyes still betrayed uncertainty. ‘I don’t think we should discuss this any further. Sorry.’

‘Okay,’ she said, making her bewilderment clear with each syllable.

‘Your hotel’s only a few minutes from here. I’ll drop you off, and see you at STS tomorrow.’

‘Fine.’ It only took one syllable to show her disapproval.

He gave her an apologetic look, then continued driving. They soon reached the hotel. Bianca got out. ‘See you tomorrow, then.’

‘Yeah,’ he replied. ‘Oh, and . . . sorry about the car.’

‘Thanks,’ she said, unsure what to make of him. She watched as he pulled away, then went into the hotel.

Bianca jerked awake as her phone rang. Its screen said 6:03. Who the hell was calling her so early in the morning? Someone in England who hadn’t grasped the concept of time zones? ‘Mmyeah?’

‘Bianca?’

It took her a moment to identify the voice. ‘Tony?’

‘Yes, it’s me.’

‘Why – what is it?’ she complained. ‘It’s only six in the morning.’

‘We need you to come into STS, right away.’ If he had also only recently been stirred from sleep, his voice gave no sign; he sounded alert and focused. ‘We have a mission.’