big hand was so warm, so comforting. She looked down at her hand under his. She had a scientistâs hands. Soft and pale, with only the strength necessary to pipette liquids into vials and pound the keyboard. His hand looked as if it could haul a tank.
âThere wonât be any rat brains in Haven. Put that image out of your mind. Weâre completely self-sufficient in energy and water and food. The refugees will put some strain on us but we have enormous reserves. Mac, Nick, and I are used to military planning andâwell, we planned for a siege right from the start.â
Oh no. Her breath blocked in her chest. Her hand slid from his and her back hit the chairback with a thud. âYou knew this was coming?â she whispered. The words would barely come out between numb lips. âYou knew and you didnât stop it?â
He grabbed her hand back. âNo, God no. We didnât plan for this . For a massive outbreak of a deadly virus, no.â
Her lungs expanded on a loud gasp. For a second there she thoughtâ No. Arka had engineered the virus, not some people on a mountaintop in Northern California.
She had to wait a minute to be able to speak, though. âOkay,â she said when she could keep her voice even. âExplain why you have a community that plans for sieges.â
He didnât answer right away. He simply looked at her, his bright blue eyes burning into hers. He didnât try to hide his scrutiny, didnât try to pretty it up. He just stared so intensely, it felt as if he were walking around inside her head, picking at her thoughts. Turning them over. What was he waiting for?
Finally, he spoke. âOkay.â He reached out and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. The touch was casual, a friendly gesture, no more. But she shivered.
He noticed. Those bright ice blue eyes noticed everything.
âTwo years ago I would have been shot by the U.S. government for telling you this, but I think, all things considered, that soon there might not be a U.S. military to shoot me anymore, so itâs a moot point.â
âIf you told me, youâd have to kill me?â she teased. A thousand movies had used that line.
He wasnât smiling. âExactly.â The way he said it sobered her. âIf I had talked to you about us two years ago and someone in my chain of command found out, youâd have been tracked down and disappeared. No one would ever have heard from you again. Least of all me.â
This happened in the real world. She knew that. Her smile was gone. âYour chain of command is probably gone,â she said softly.
His jaws clenched. âItâs definitely gone,â he answered. âMac, Nick, and I belonged to a deniable military unit. Deniable means that if we were ever caught, Uncle Sam would deny our very existence. We were Ghosts. We were off the books, our pasts wiped out, our military records erased. All photographs tracked down and destroyed. We didnât exist. We deployed on missions where the U.S. government could not be seen as intervening. Posse comitatus didnât apply to us, since technically we didnât exist. Do you know what that is?â
Sophie nodded. âSure. Itâs the law that stops the military from acting on American soil.â
He gave a sharp nod. âExactly. But technically we werenât military. We werenât anything. So when the military got word that a lab in Cambridge was very close to perfecting a weaponized version of Yersinia pestis, they called us.â
She gasped. A weaponized version of Yersinia was one of the worst things she could think of. Almost as bad as what was happening outside her windows. âThe plague! A genetically modified version of the bacillus that can spread quicklyâmaybe airborneâit would be a disaster!â
âOh yeah.â His face tightened. âBelieve me when I say that the seven of usâthe founders, the plankholders
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