Restraint

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  RESTRAINT

  First edition. August 16, 2011.

  Copyright © 2011 Aaron Pogue.

  ISBN: 978-1497793910

  Written by Aaron Pogue.

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  Table of Contents

  Copyright Page

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  Prologue

  1. The Darkness

  2. Assignments

  3. Shadow Mountain

  4. Velez in Chains

  5. Glimpse of a Ghost

  6. Under Control

  7. Closure

  8. Just Friends

  9. Douglas LeClerc

  10. On the Pier

  11. An Act of Kindness

  12. The Public Good

  13. A Case Study in Cruelty

  14. The SpectreShield Device

  15. Unrestrained

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  Prologue

  The cold water churned in the darkness below, agitated far more by the quiet February wind than by the crimson blood that fell in dollops and streams to stain its angry surface. The night was dark, neither stars nor moon strong enough to pierce the black clouds overhead. The river's rustle was the only sound. There were two men on the pier and not another soul in sight.

  One of the two moved without a sound, practiced and precise as he wiped down the barrel and grip of his gun. It was a good one, and it had cost someone a small fortune to break the safety. He shook his head at that, wondering at the waste—at the risk someone had gone through, only to make this job that little bit easier. The job was done now, and the man on the pier was nothing if not careful. He tossed the gun into the water, where its splash stabbed a wedge of clean, black water into the spreading crimson cloud.

  Then quickly, efficiently, the gunman searched the other's pockets one last time, but there was nothing he'd missed. He already had the document he needed, ripped from the other's handheld. Nothing else was of any use to him. The watch and headset lay discarded a pace away, and the gunman took a step over to set the handheld carefully in line with them. He nodded for a moment, thinking, then took one of the small black and silver devices clipped to his belt and put it next to the other items.

  Then he turned, one last glance over his shoulder, and saw the other man raising a feeble arm toward him. The man's terrified eyes bulged above his puffy cheeks, and his mouth moved without a sound. The gunman saw the violent twitch of the other's pain in his outstretched arm, his useless legs. Instead of pity, he felt a quiet pride. It was a job well done. There would be no question that the man had suffered.

  Then the gunman walked away, still without a sound. Behind him, his victim's warm blood leaked along the rough wooden planks, dripped through the gaps to add a few last, dramatic flares of red to the rolling waters. At the edge of the long pier the gunman broke into a run, moving like a cat across the cold pavement. When he disappeared among the towering warehouses, there was a corpse on the pier and not another soul in sight.

  1. The Darkness

  Katie yawned as she stepped out of the elevator, still exhausted from her late-night flight back to DC. She was only nine hours away from a much-needed weekend, though, and anxious to make the most of it. The doors to the Ghost Targets office whispered open at her approach and met her with the noisy bustle of a dozen busy agents. She'd missed that, during a week camped out in a college library as quiet and lonely as a tomb.

  The man she'd missed most stepped out of his office at the far end of the bullpen just as she entered. Reed, tall and lithe and strong and silent...and her boss. He was pulling on a jacket, clearly on his way out, but he stopped to throw her a smile across the room, then said something into his headset that probably bought Katie at least a few minutes' welcome.

  He met her in the middle of the floor. "Katie," he beamed. "Good to have you back. I just heard from Montollo that they got a bench judgment for twelve years. I'm supposed to give you his thanks."

  "Glad to have it done, sir," Katie said with a twitch of a smile that undermined her businesslike tone. "Don't know if you heard, but we got ten years plus on all the guys involved in the Hudson case. I just found out this morning."

  He clapped her on the shoulder. "You're on fire. Now if you can just sort out this mess in Baltimore—" Her grin stopped him mid-sentence, and he said, "You didn't?"

  "Cracked it yesterday morning," she said. "Turns out our guy was a retired socio-economics professor from the local community college who'd managed to live off the grid all this time. I matched his photo from an old school newsletter to the security recorder footage, and that was enough for Jurisprudence."

  "How much 'enough'?"

  Her grin widened. "Eighty-eight," she said.

  He whistled softly. "The local police had nobody over ten percent before you showed up. Right?"

  She shook her head. "The man had nothing on him. Once we requested school records we were able to build a solid profile, but until that he was a real ghost."

  Reed pulled out his handheld to glance over her casefile with an air of awed appreciation. "We don't get many like that anymore," he said after a moment. "And you found him in a week, on your first solo case. That's good work, Katie."

  "Thank you, sir. I'm finally starting to feel a real groove here." She clapped her hands together briskly and said, "Now, what have you got for me next?"

  He chuckled, then glanced at her eyes and shook his head. "You really mean it?"

  She nodded, and he said, "I don't know who you're trying to impress, Katie, but consider it done. It's Friday. Finish up your casefile, sign off on the judgment reports, and have yourself a quiet weekend. There'll be plenty of work to do come Monday."

  "So you've got nothing waiting?" she asked. She watched his eyes, and one hand traced absently up to tuck a strand of her straight black hair behind her ear. "Nothing specific, I mean? Because I kind of have something."

  He grinned a little and glanced toward the outer door. Then he turned to give her his full attention. "What kind of something?"

  "Case in Brooklyn," she said. "They're not promoting it to us, but they should. I was hoping I could convince you to assert jurisdiction."

  "That's no small request," Reed said. He searched Katie's eyes for a moment before he nodded. "I can look into it, though. You got a casefile for me?"

  "I'll get you one," she said. "Not our style, but close enough."

  Reed's grin widened. "I suspect I can figure it out." He rubbed one eyebrow then asked too casually, "What's got you interested?"

  "An old buddy of mine's been watching the case," Katie said. She had to push her hair back again. "Looks like a mob hit down on the piers. It sounds awfully susp
icious, but the guy working it is just about ready to let the whole thing slide."

  "Is this Marshall?" Reed asked.

  "He's the buddy," Katie said. "Not the one letting things slide."

  Reed nodded. He cleared his throat. "I'll look into it," he said again. Then a little more sharply, "Monday! Right now, it's practically the weekend. Do your paperwork and go take it easy for a change."

  "Glad to," she said with a quiet nod of her head. She started to step away, then stopped herself and turned back to him with her first touch of shyness. "Umm...you got any big plans?"

  He just sighed and shook his head, and in an instant Katie's smile was gone, replaced with a worried line across her brow. "What is it?"

  "Politics," he said quietly. "Congressmen are killing me."

  She waited for him to say more, and when he didn't she caught his eye. "What's up? Anything I can do to help?"

  He discarded her offer with a tight smile, but then he stopped, and Katie felt an instant dread at the sudden hope in his eyes. She had to shake her head. "No Martin," she said. "I haven't heard a word from him since De Grey."

  "Really?" His brows came down. "Not at all? I mean...you've done all that?"

  She felt a flush of pride at the surprised admiration in his voice. He'd thought Martin was doing her work for her. "Yeah," she said, faking bitter indignation. "That's been all me."

  He shook his head, obviously flustered. "I'm sorry, Katie. I really didn't mean anything by it...."

  "It's okay," she said, with a comforting hand on his arm. She tried to catch his eye, worry creasing her forehead again. "I'm kidding, Reed. It was just a joke. What's wrong?"

  "Congress," he said. "They want to tell us how to do our jobs, when frankly they have no clue—"

  "Still?" she said, cutting him off. "Is this the Accountability thing? I thought that was taken care of."

  His eyes finally stopped roaming. They settled on hers, and for a heartbeat the ghost of a smile played across his lips. Then the darkness returned to his gaze and he looked down. "It's the aftermath," he said shortly. "Or a side effect, maybe. But even after Martin intervened, those investigators got to make their report, and there's a couple senators anxious for an opportunity to interfere in our lives."

  Katie looked down, a thoughtful frown decorating her eyes. She said solemnly, "Jeez. I hope they didn't get my votes!"

  He barked a laugh, surprised, and then clapped her on the shoulder. "Frankly, it's been a long time coming. We've been under the radar almost as long as we've been around. Congressional oversight...it's nothing I'm looking forward to, but in a way it was inevitable."

  Katie shook her head. "Then why the long face?"

  He met her eyes again, and this time his smile was tight, self-effacing. "Because even knowing it's necessary, sitting through the hearing is going to be painful."

  "Hearing?" she said, startled. "You?"

  He spread his hands and said bitterly, "Well, it would have been Rick, but he managed to get out of it." He chuckled at Katie's horrified reaction. "Yeah," he said, "I'm in hearings all next week. I'll be testifying Tuesday."

  She shook her head, trying to find some suitable words of encouragement, but before she came up with anything they were interrupted. A short redhead with unmistakable friendliness in his busy eyes, Brian Dimms was one of the team's best analysts. Now, he darted up to Reed, a little out of breath, and his eyes were too wide. Reed immediately sensed the other man's urgency and turned all his attention to Dimms. "What's up?"

  "Sir," he said, rubbing his hands together nervously, "we've got trouble."

  Reed laughed. "We've always got trouble."

  "Not like this," Dimms said. He threw a nervous glance at Katie then quickly turned back to Reed and said, "You need to see this. Now."

  "Yeah, of course," Reed said, trying too late to calm the troubled analyst. "Let's, uh...let's look at it in my office." He jerked his head in that direction, then led the way as he asked Craig to reschedule his meeting. Katie tagged along out of sheer curiosity. No one objected.

  In the office, Reed had a new high-resolution monitor on the wall behind his chair—unwilling to replace the old boss's real wood desktop with one of the interactive monitors everyone else used. Reed pulled out his handheld again as the door fell closed behind them, picked out the message Dimms had sent him, and moved it to the big monitor.

  "What's this?" Reed said, as a HaRRE visualization began playing on the screen. "Why isn't it in a casefile?"

  "Just watch," Dimms said. Katie stepped past him to get a better view. The scene in the playback was a remote northern town, built on permafrost by the looks of it. The camera showed a one-light intersection and a dirty little bar with half a dozen rundown manual-drive cars in the lot.

  Katie's eyes widened. "Where is this?"

  "Wasilla, Alaska," Reed said, dividing his attention between the playback on the monitor and a details screen on his handheld. "But I still don't see why—"

  He cut off sharply when the screen went black. Three heartbeats passed before Katie could find enough voice to whisper, "No."

  Dimms nodded, but before he could say more, Katie rounded on him. Nose to nose, she growled, "That's not possible."

  Dimms shrugged pathetically and took a step away. "I'm sorry, Agent Pratt, but it is."

  She grabbed Reed's handheld and operated the HaRRE controls. The playback skipped into fast forward, but the screen stayed black. She turned back over her shoulder to ask Dimms, "How long is it?"

  "Umm...this one's twenty-six minutes," he said, even as the screen sprang to life again.

  "It looks just like Velez's," Reed said, delicately retrieving his handheld.

  "It is just like that one," Dimms said, earnestly. "I've been going over the logs—"

  Katie shut him up with just a look. Fear and fury were fighting for control of her tongue, but her voice was still soft when she said, "This one is twenty-six minutes?"

  Dimms blushed. "It was in my report," he said, his voice pleading. "Yes. This one. There are two more active at the moment. One is in Guyana—"

  "Three of these?" she said. She felt the fear win out. "How...I don't understand."

  The reproach in the analyst's eyes said she hadn't given him the chance to explain it to her, but he didn't voice the objection. He spread his hands, soothing, and said, "This is the most severe of them, and we have no reason to believe we've missed anything important. There's a blackout in downtown Prague, but Prague's not really under Hathor coverage, anyway, so its effects are limited. The other is a remote recorder in a wildlife preserve. These look like glitches—"

  "No." Reed cut him off, all humor gone from his voice. "These look like the attack that was meant to bring down Hathor for good."

  Dimms gulped. "I know," he said, nodding rapidly. "That's why I brought it to your attention."

  "How is this possible?" Reed said. "We shut Velez down. All his code was destroyed."

  That wasn't entirely true. Katie felt a gnawing fear in her stomach. It was always there when she relived the memories of those terrifying days in Velez's underground lair. She'd met the mastermind who built Hathor and become his prisoner during the last days of his bid to bring it down. And when it was over, while she was lying in a hospital bed in Buenos Aires, she'd watched Martin Door—her new friend and the villain's long-time collaborator—walk away with a copy of Velez's code on his battered handheld. She had reason enough to trust him, but he was the only one in the world who could have done this.

  His name escaped her in a gasp. "Martin!"

  Reed turned to her then. He shook his head. "If anyone could help us, it's him. But you said—"

  "No," Katie said, with a quick shake of her head to cover her outburst. "I still can't get him."

  Reed nodded and turned back to Dimms. "It's up to you, then. Find out how Velez is activating his code, where the commands are coming from."

  "It doesn't have to be Velez," Dimms said. "His code is in the recor
ders now. You destroyed whatever control software he had for it, but even without the trigger mechanisms the vulnerability's still there."

  Reed's eyes widened. "So this may not even be malicious?"

  Dimms glanced uncomfortably at Katie and said, "Well, it may not, but...umm...it is. The way it has popped up almost seems like someone's trying it out. Toying with some new software where he doesn't think he'll get caught."

  His words hit Katie like a punch to the gut. She barely managed to keep her face composed.

  "Where's it coming from?" she said.

  He shook his head, helpless. "There's no way to tell. I figured out how to spot cascading identity failures from secondary effects, but Hathor itself is a giant black hole, even to me." He ducked his head and corrected himself. "To us."

  Reed regarded him levelly. "So you've got nothing."

  "I haven't got nothing," Dimms said. His breath escaped him in a huff. "I've got early detection of a critical vulnerability exploit, and I thought you would want to know immediately. Now, as far as analysis goes, check back with me on Monday, and I'll show you better information than you could get from anyone outside Hathor corporate headquarters."

  "Fair enough," Reed said, placating again. "Jesus, I can't keep my foot out of my mouth today. You're right, Dimms, and I'm glad you told me right away. And I'm sorry."

  "That's, uh...that's not necessary, sir."

  "No, it is," Reed said. His eyes went to the blacked out monitor on the wall. "I can't afford to screw this up. Who do we have in town?"

  Dimms looked blank. After a moment he pulled out his handheld to check. "Pinder, sir. And...Gates. Phillips. I think Drew should be free by Monday—"

  "Good," Reed said. "Craig, schedule a meeting with all of them this afternoon, top priority. Thanks. You can have details for me by Monday?"

  Again it took Dimms a moment to realize Reed was talking to him, but when he did he nodded frantically. Reed nodded once. He said, "Craig, arrange transportation details for Monday morning or Sunday night. Send Drew Beckhurst to Alaska, Phillips to...no. Forget Phillips. Send Gates to Prague, and send Pinder to Guyana. Thanks."