Page 34 of I Dream of Danger (Ghost Ops #2)

“Pleased to meet you,” she said. She looked at Nick then back at Surfer Jon. “Thanks for the rescue.”

Jon winked and one side of his mouth turned up. “Any time. Rescuing beautiful women seems to have become our latest pastime.”

“Jon…” Nick growled.

Jon rolled his eyes and cocked his head to one side, contemplating Nick. “Dude…chill.”

“Where are we going?” Elle tried to keep her voice calm. The only answer was silence.

The question had to be asked. With every passing minute, Elle felt her strength returning.

She’d just been rescued, it was true. But it was also true that she was in a helicopter going God-knows-where with two men, one of whom had just murdered four other men in a terrifying display of surgically precise violence.

Nick.

Forget that she’d known Nick very well once. She’d grown up with him. But then he’d disappeared, made a brief appearance in her life, and then disappeared again.

She had no idea who he was now. None. For all she knew he was as dangerous to her as the men he’d killed. And Jon? With his happy turquoise and sunny-yellow shirt and the charming smile? And who was now ferrying the three of them God-knew-where?

He looked dangerous too.

So—what were her options? None, as far as she could tell. The helicopter was sealed tight. Even if she could somehow overpower two visibly strong, armed men—which was crazy—she’d have to learn to pilot a helicopter before it plunged to the ground. Which was insane.

Door number one was closed which left just door number two.

Do nothing, and hope she survived.

Nick tried not to stare at Elle. He really did try, but it was impossible. Lucky thing she wasn’t looking at him. In fact, she looked everywhere but at him.

She was feeling stronger. When she first came to, she looked as if it took everything in her just to keep upright. Now she kept her back stiff and kept herself turned away from him.

It wasn’t just hurt feelings. She’d been plunged into a new world—his world—like plunging into an ice-cold lake.

Dangerous men had come after her, and though she hadn’t seen him actually kill the four men, he knew he had the stench of murder on him.

Elle had always been spookily aware of things, as if she were plugged into some other system of information.

He wore what he was like a cloak around him.

He and Mac both were uneasy in the civilian world.

People parted for them, instinctively, and were usually agitated without knowing why.

Sheep backing away in distress from the disguised wolf.

Jon, on the other hand, was just as dangerous, but managed to conceal it for a little while with his garish shirts and predator’s smile.

Elle sensed what Nick had become. She didn’t like it, but he didn’t give a fuck about that. She’d get over it.

Against all the odds, he’d found her. He thought he’d spend the rest of his life alone but he’d found her. He wasn’t ever letting her go. She was his until the end of time.

So she could hold herself stiffly away from him and she could not look him in the eyes and she could feel unease, but in the end, it didn’t make any difference at all. She was going to Haven with him and staying there.

Elle was watching the monitors, doing her best to ignore him, when the map monitor winked off.

“Nick.” Jon’s voice drifted back from the cockpit. “It’s time.”

Oh, shit.

He was frozen. How could he do this to Elle?

“Nick.” This time there was pure steel in Jon’s voice. Nick knew that if he fought Jon on this, Jon would turn the helo right around and head back to Palo Alto.

Elle turned and finally looked at him, a question in her eyes. He hated this, simply hated it. Nick picked up Elle’s hand and faced her squarely. “Honey, I’m really sorry. Believe me when I say it’s for your own good.”

He reached behind him and slipped a hood over her beautiful, astonished face. He held her hands with his, because he’d have fought fiercely anyone who put a hood over him. It was the ultimate of insults, and if she’d struggled with him, slapped him, kicked him, he’d understand and simply take it.

She did none of those things, and he realized how much he underestimated her. Elle was nothing if not smart, and she knew she was no match for him physically, in any way. And certainly no match for him and Jon. The only intelligent thing to do was endure, and that’s what she did.

She sat stiffly, hooded head turned toward the front, dignified and completely still. Her hands were as stiff as wood in his.

Nick had never loved her more.

And he knew that with each passing minute, she hated him more and more.

Luckily, they were close to Haven. Jon was flying the helo at top speed now. It was a cloudless night and they were off everyone’s radar. Soon they were on the home approach.

Mount Blue was a black shape against the starry sky.

Below them, he knew, a large metal plate was extending out from the base of the mountain providing a landing platform.

Four minutes later, Jon landed perfectly on it and shut down the quiet engines.

The metal plate started retracting with the helo into the huge hollow structure invisible to the outside world.

Mount Blue. Haven.

Home.

A tension Nick had refused to acknowledge lifted from his shoulders. Elle was safe here. Everyone was safe here.

This was their refuge and the refuge of the family of misfits and talented outcasts they had gathered around them.

He and Mac and Jon. Ward and Lundquist, Romero and Pelton.

The entire Ghost Ops team had been sent to destroy a lab in Cambridge that was secretly weaponizing Yersinia pestis , bubonic plague.

Only there was no secret project. A team of soldiers had been waiting for them to take them out.

They’d been accused of high treason and had escaped on the way to a court-martial in Washington.

There was no way anyone could hold a Ghost Ops operator prisoner.

On the run from the entire US government and bitter about their betrayal at the hands of Ward, a man they all worshipped, Mac and Jon and Nick had found refuge on Mount Blue in northern California, inside an abandoned mine Mac had explored as a child.

They holed up here, and damned if soon a community hadn’t congregated around them.

The community was turning Haven into the most comfortable high-tech lair for people on the run the world had ever seen.

They were becoming self-sufficient in everything—energy, internet, food, you name it.

The best thing was that the entire community was funded by two Latin America drug cartels.

Jon, who had a personal crusade against drug dealers, though no one knew exactly why, had spent two years undercover in the Cartagena drug cartel, walking a tightwire, pretending to be an emissary from California’s dealers.

He got enough intel to put three hundred men away forever, while burrowing deep into their finances.

Whenever Haven needed anything, they just skimmed off the Caymans and Aruban bank accounts, leaving bread crumbs and footprints back to one kingpin after another, and enjoyed it greatly when some scumbag took the blame and got whacked.

One less fuckhead on this earth, Jon said. In the meantime, they all had black credit cards in false names with several million dollars behind them.

The platform stopped moving and they were inside the hangar. It was an immense space two hundred feet high. They kept all their vehicles and drones and the helo here.

Elle couldn’t get down out of the helo hooded so Nick simply picked her up by the waist and swung her out. She didn’t resist but as soon as her feet hit the ground, she stepped back, away from him.

Oh no you don’t , Nick thought.

These security measures were standard practice and necessary, he knew, though he regretted bitterly having to treat Elle like this.

The thing was, he and Mac and Jon had become the front line of defense for a community of vulnerable, talented people that trusted the three outlaw soldiers to keep them safe.

The three of them took that trust seriously.

Everyone who came was vetted. If they passed, they could stay.

If they didn’t pass, they were given a big dose of Lethe, an amnesia drug, and left down in the valley without any memories of the hidden city inside Mount Blue.

Nick knew that if Elle somehow didn’t pass the test, he was going back into the world with her. He was hunted by the US government and there was a big bounty on his head. He’d take his chances. Elle was not leaving his side, ever again. And he was never leaving hers.

Nick and Jon exchanged a glance. No talking. The rule for those who came to them but weren’t of them yet. Any voice would echo in the huge chamber. Nick simply put his arm around Elle’s waist and started walking to the elevator, Jon keeping step.

The elevator was a miracle of technology. The elevator lifted two thousand feet in the air so smoothly that it was entirely possible that Elle didn’t realize she was in an elevator.

The elevator, together with most of the infrastructure had been designed by a talented engineer, Eric Dare.

Eric had spent years writing report after report about the structural weaknesses of the Bay Bridge in San Francisco.

When the ’28 Halloween quake struck, the bridge collapsed, killing forty people.

Eric’s reports vanished and he was blamed for the collapse.

A multimillion-dollar lawsuit was filed against him but there was no one to sue.

Eric had made it to Mount Blue, where he built them a comfortable, beautiful impregnable fortress. Haven.

There was no ding at the top, just a silent opening of doors onto Haven’s atrium.