But the danger wasn’t over. Nina and Eddie suddenly found themselves sliding toward the widening hole as the floor, its supports severed, sagged beneath them. They slithered helplessly down the polished wood—
Another loud crack—a floorboard springing up at one end as it buckled. Nina grabbed it, Eddie catching her legs and clinging on.
She was still holding the case in her other hand. “Get rid of that fucking box before we both fall!” he ordered.
“Not a chance!” After what she had experienced earlier, there was no way Nina was going to give up the statues now. Instead she tossed the case back up the sloping floor to land in the corner near the doors. For a moment, it looked as though it was going to slide back down again … then it wedged against another warped board.
She clawed at the wood with her now free hand until her fingers found purchase. “Okay, just hang on,” Eddie grunted as he stuffed the gun into his jacket and began to pull himself up her body.
“Oh, ya think?”
He held back a sarcastic response of his own, concentrating on survival. Boots scraping against the floor, he brought himself high enough to reach the board. “Got it,” he said, releasing Nina and edging sideways to support his foot against a cracked plank. As she squirmed up, he twisted to locate the other threats.
The helicopter was shining its light into Takashi’s office. As for Stikes—
His former superior officer was on the far side of the gap, scrambling back to level ground. He straightened, brushed off dust, then looked back. His gaze met Eddie’s. A brief twitch of anger, then he smirked and reached for his gun …
It wasn’t there. His look changed to outright anger as he realized he had dropped it—and it had fallen into the hole. All he could shoot at Eddie was a scowl, which he delivered before turning and running for the elevator. A flashing red NO ENTRY symbol on the display warned that it was no longer in operation; the fire alarm had been sounded, and the elevators were programmed to stop in response. Instead, Stikes rounded a corner and passed out of sight, heading for the emergency stairs.
Eddie cursed at having missed his chance to kill Stikes, then clambered back up the slope to join Nina. They exchanged relieved looks—which were instantly replaced by concern as the machine gun fired again.
In the office, Kojima desperately tried to push Takashi into the open escape capsule. “You’ve got to get out!” he cried as the piercing spotlight sliced across the windows.
Takashi resisted, shouting into a cell phone, “Two hundred and sixty degrees west! Have you got that? Two hundred and sixty degrees!” Receiving confirmation, he finally addressed Kojima. “The statues, and Dr. Wilde—they must be saved! The plan is more important than any one member of the Group. Find them and get them to safety!”
“No, Takashi-san! You have to—”
The beam locked on to them, pinning the two men in its harsh gaze. Eyes narrowed against the glare, Takashi stared back with a mix of defiance and acceptance. “Glas,” he said. “That traitor Glas is behind this—”
The machine gun spat fire. The windows shattered, a storm of bullets shredding Takashi and his secretary into bloody chunks.
Eddie regarded the oak doors with concern as the gunfire stopped. “Definitely don’t think we want to go in there.” The pitch of the helicopter’s engine changed, suggesting that it was circling the building.
Looking for more targets.
“That doesn’t leave us with many options,” Nina replied. There was another, single door in the corridor wall on their side of the chasm, but reaching it would require going back down the dangerous slope before hopping onto the stub of a beam at what had been floor level. She retrieved the case. “Keep hold of my hand until I can jump across.”
“For Christ’s sake, just leave the case, will you?” He frowned. “Wait, what’s in it? It’s those fucking statues, isn’t it!”
“Yeah, and after everything I’ve been through to get them, I’m not letting go of them now.”
“After all the trouble they’ve caused, the world’ll be well rid of them,” he countered. “Give ’em here.”
“No, Eddie,” Nina insisted, clutching the handle more tightly. “I don’t have time to explain right now, but they’re a part of something big—something amazing. I have to find out what it is.”
He shook his head. “No, you—”
“You asked me to trust you a minute ago,” she cut in firmly. “Well, trust me. Please, Eddie.