Night Fall (The Quantico Files #1) - Nancy Mehl Page 0,104
places and countries.” He shook his head. “I’m sure you can see the brilliance of my plan.”
Alex kept listening for any sound from upstairs that told her help had arrived. Nothing. Was she hoping for something that wasn’t going to happen? “How are you going to infect people?” she asked. “You can’t just walk up to someone and say, ‘Excuse me, may I inject you with a virus that may kill you?’”
“This is taking too long,” Mike snapped. “Come on. I’d like to get out of here someday.”
“I don’t think you’re going anywhere for a while,” Alex told him. “There’s ice everywhere. My car went off the road. Yours will too.”
“My SUV is equipped with snow tires. I’ll get out of here without any trouble.”
“Be quiet,” Walker said to Mike. He was basking in the attention he was receiving from Alex. He wanted to share his brilliance, a characteristic of serial killers. They needed to feel special, and they wanted everyone to know how smart they were.
He walked over to a wooden shelf attached to one of the basement walls and picked up a box. It looked like a package waiting to be mailed. He set it down on the edge of the table where the girl remained tied down and muzzled.
“Let me show you something that will answer all your questions.” He lifted the wrapped lid off the rest of the box. Then he tilted it so Alex could see inside. Some kind of cylinder was held in place by padded supports.
“There’s a button hidden here. When I press it”—he turned the package and pushed a spot on the side, making the tip of a needle pop out—“the virus will be loaded into this syringe. All I have to do is bump into someone. They probably won’t even feel it. If they do, they’ll think they were bitten by a bug. I’ll be walking away, looking completely innocent. And that’s all it takes.”
Alex swallowed hard. His plan was ingenious. And the worst part was that it would work. She didn’t know what to say.
“I can tell you’re impressed,” Walker said. “You know what? I’m going to let you be part of the prophecy. You say you’re one of the angels that will rule with me someday? Let’s find out.”
He giggled like a girl and then walked over to something that looked like an ice cream freezer. He took some gloves from a box on another shelf next to it. “This is a medical freezer for storing vaccines.” He lifted the lid and reached in. “I’ve already prepared one of the syringes I’ll be using for my holy mission.” He pulled up a syringe with something inside it. “Only a little bit of the virus is added to this liquid, but it’s enough to kill thousands of people. And I can make hundreds of these vials.”
He walked toward Alex. “Lift her sleeve, Mike.”
“No!” Alex tried to stand, but Mike pushed her down on the chair hard. She began to fight with everything in her. They’d have to kill her before she’d allow Walker to inject her.
“Stop it!” he yelled.
She started to rise again, but then she thought she heard a noise upstairs. “Help!” she yelled. Before she had a chance to call out again, Walker was shoving the needle into her arm, and then he pushed the plunger.
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Logan had opened the front door as quietly as he could, but when he heard Alex yell, he moved quickly through the house, his gun drawn. Monty followed behind him.
Then he heard a scream coming from somewhere in the kitchen and found an open door. He hurried down the stairs and was surprised to be greeted by Mike Monroe, who pointed a gun at his chest. Logan started to lower his weapon, but then Alex yelled, “Shoot him!”
Logan pulled the trigger twice, and Mike fell. Logan shifted his gaze to a disguised Walker, who smiled at him. He walked around a large table and stood over a woman tied to it.
“Thank you for being here,” he said. “I’m so happy you’ll get to see the beginning of a war that will kill millions. But don’t worry, angels. I’ll ask the Master to allow you to live. You can reign with us.”
He picked up a dagger and slowly raised it over the terrified woman. “Washed in the blood of the Lamb—and now her own,” he said.
“Put it down!” Logan said.
Walker looked at him as if he couldn’t understand what he was saying. Then he