Labyrinth - Alex Archer Gold Eagle Rogue Angel

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the automaton you call Kessel?”

       “Waiting outside the door,” Greene said, “although if I were you, I wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss him that way. He’s very touchy about his condition.”

       “I’ll keep it in mind. Are we done here?”

       Greene nodded. “Twelve hours. You have a watch?”

       “Must have forgotten it back when you kidnapped me.”

       Greene unstrapped his and tossed it to Annja. She turned it over and looked at it closely. “A fake Rolex?”

       “What about it? Keeps good time.”

       Annja held it up. “Another hypocrisy. You like the way it looks.”

       “I like the way it keeps time.”

       “I’ll bet you have a few real ones back home in your underwear drawer.”

       Jonas shook his head. “We both got one when we were in Hong Kong to protest the environmental impact of recycled computer parts. There’s nothing special about them, but they do keep decent time.” He rolled up his sleeve and Annja saw he wore one, as well.

       Annja checked Greene’s watch and made a note of the time. “Fine, but when I come back, you’d better have that bag rigged and ready to go.”

       “We will.”

       Annja fixed them both with a long, hard glare. “One more thing—this isn’t over. When I return, we’re going to have a serious discussion about your little organization and its stated goals for killing innocent people.”

       Greene waved her off. “Whatever makes you feel good, Annja, that’s fine. Now run along. Kessel is waiting.”

       Jonas grinned. “Have fun.”

       Annja frowned and walked out of the room. Kessel stood just outside, as Greene had promised.

       “You coming with me?” she asked.

       Kessel nodded.

       “All right, then. Let’s get to it.”

      Chapter 7

      Kessel led Annja back down the carpeted corridor and broke left near the entrance, taking her through a massive kitchen that could have easily handled the workload of two restaurants. Annja marveled at the shining cookware and six-burner cooktops with names she recognized from the fanciest restaurants. She whistled quietly. Fairclough certainly knew how to live.

       A single heavy door led from the kitchen out to the backyard. But yard wasn’t quite the appropriate name for the sprawling lawn that greeted them. Floodlights illuminated a pair of tennis courts in the distance, an Olympic-size swimming pool and a beautiful flagstone patio area complete with its own outdoor kitchen and bar area.

       Annja frowned. Fairclough didn’t seem like the type to do much entertaining and yet this home seemed custom-made for it. Then again, it would provide interesting cover for his underground maze. Perhaps he’d invested in this elaborate setup to simply help hide the book he sought to protect.

       Either way, the place was luxurious and amazing. Annja found herself staring in wonder at the carefully trimmed plants and bushes they passed.

       Kessel, for his part, seemed unmoved. He simply kept striding ahead toward a distant spot concealed behind a low rise in the yard. As they crested the grassy slope, Annja saw the outline of a large building and assumed this was the barn.

       It looked old, in stark contrast to the rest of the estate. She could tell by the clapboard weathered to a fine slate gray that it had been built more than a hundred years ago.

       Kessel stopped in front of the main door and pointed. Annja glanced at him. “You’re not going to get the door?”

       He just stared at her.

       Annja sighed. “Look, if you’re coming into the maze with me, we need to get some basic communication down. I take it you’re familiar with hand signals?”

       Kessel didn’t respond for a moment but then finally nodded once.

       “All right, then, we’ll go with those. And improvise if something comes up we can’t describe, okay?”

       Kessel nodded again, this time a little faster. Annja grunted and pulled on the massive wooden door.

       It creaked and then swung open. The smell of horses and hay enveloped her and she sneezed twice. So did Kessel, and it was the first time Annja heard him make any sort of noise.

       “I’ll walk out of here with a massive allergy attack if I’m not careful,” Annja said. Kessel grunted behind her and she turned. “See? That’s not too much to ask, is it? We might even get along, you and I.”

       Kessel raised an eyebrow.

       Annja smiled. “Maybe not.”

       She found a switch on the wall and threw it on. Instantly, light flooded the stalls and she saw the one marked number three. Annja pointed. “I think that’s our destination.”

       She led him over to the stall and looked inside. Nothing but hay and dust. A giant spiderweb hung in the upper corner, carefully crafted by a master weaver who was apparently hiding. Annja shook her head. “Don’t care for spiders much.”

       Kessel nudged her into the stall. Annja looked around. “What do you think? Trapdoor? Would it be that easy?” She knelt and hauled back a whole pile of hay. But all she saw was a dirt-covered wooden floor.

       Annja stood back up. “Guess not.”

       She backed out of the stall and examined the entry. But the simple latch over the gate didn’t seem out of place at all.

       Kessel, for his part, stood still, studying every inch of the stall with his eyes. Annja looked at him. “See something?”

       Kessel shrugged, stepped forward and touched a single nail jutting out of the closest wall. Annja heard the click and then saw a portion of wall slide back and in, revealing a black crawlspace.

       “Well, look at that. Your first contribution to the cause.” She smiled at him. “It’s a shame you’re one of the bad guys. We might have gotten along well, you and I.” She shrugged. “Oh, well. I’ll take point. Don’t let me catch you staring at my ass.”

       She thought she saw a glint of amusement in Kessel’s eyes. Good, she thought. If she could reach him somehow, it wasn’t out of the question to try to turn him against Greene.

       Maybe.

       The crawlspace was dark and dank. Annja sneezed again as she entered, aware of the moist earth smell. How had Fairclough constructed this thing without his neighbors knowing about it? Surely they would have had to haul away tons of dirt and stone to make this.

       Given how utterly massive the estate was, he could pretty much be assured of privacy. Unless, of course, his neighbors could task satellites to fly overhead and spy on him.

       Highly unlikely, in other words.

       The crawlspace led down at a slight angle for twenty feet. Annja felt her knees bruising against the cold stones beneath them. She shifted her weight and kept moving. Behind her, Kessel made very little noise.

       If he was that stealthy just crawling, then what was he like when he wanted to kill someone? She didn’t intend to find out.

       The crawlspace turned at a sharp left and she saw ambient light coming from somewhere. She glanced back at Kessel. “Got light up ahead here.”

       He nodded, and Annja turned back to the crawlspace. Her head kept bumping the top of it, dislodging dirt on her head. As long as it didn’t get in her eyes. She’d need a nice long hot soak when this was all over, she decided.

       Annja followed the crawlspace until it opened up at last and she could stand. Kessel drew himself out of the crawlspace

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