"Gilpatrick," Julian said. "He could use a little humanizing."
Thurman brought over Marty's salad. "That was a mess up in Guadalajara," he said. "The news came in from Jefferson just before I left the Twenty." Most of the communication between Guadalajara and Portobello was via jack circuit rather than conventional phone – you got through more information in less time, and everyone who was jacked would know sooner or later, anyhow.
"It was sloppy," Julian said. "They should have been more careful with that woman."
"That's for sure." Thurman went back to his hamburgers. Neither of them knew they were talking about two different incidents; they'd tried Thurman on the jack twice; he'd been in contact when the news came in about the killing rampage that ended in Elbe's murder.
"What woman?" Marty said between bites.
Julian and Amelia looked at each other. "You don't know about Gavrila. About Ray."
"Nothing. Is Ray in trouble?"
Julian took a breath and let it out. "He's dead, Marty."
Marty dropped his fork. "Ray?"
"Gavrila's a Hammer of God assassin who was sent down to kill Blaze. She smuggled a gun into an interrogation room and shot him."
"Ray?" he repeated. They'd been friends since graduate school. He was still and pale. "What will I tell his wife?" He shook his head. "I was best man."
"I don't know," Julian said. "You can't just say 'He gave his life for peace,' though it's true, in a way."
"It's also true that I dragged him away from his safe, comfortable office and put him in the way of a lunatic murderer."
Amelia took his hand in both of hers. "Don't worry about it now. Nothing you can do will change anything."
He stared at her blankly. "She's not expecting him back until the fourteenth. So maybe the universe will make it all irrelevant by exploding."
"More likely," Julian said, "he'll wind up just one in a long list of casualties. You might as well wait and announce them all after the shitstorm. After the bloodless revolution."
Thurman came over quietly and served them their hamburgers. He'd overheard enough to realize that they didn't yet know about Elbe's murder, and perhaps the fact that Gavrila was loose.
He decided not to tell them. They would know soon enough. There might be something in the delay that he could turn to his advantage.
Because he wasn't going to just stand around and let these lunatics wreck the military. He had to stop them, and he knew exactly where to go.
Through the migraine haze that kept him from communing with these misdirected idealists, some real information did bleed through. Like the identity of General Blaisdell, and his powerful position.
Blaisdell had the power to neutralize Building 31 with a phone call. Thurman had to get to him, and soon. "Gavrila" might do as a code word.
WHEN WE GOT BACK to our billet, there was a message on the console for Amelia, not me, to call Jefferson immediately on the secure line. He was in his own motel room in Guadalajara, eating dinner. He was wearing a handgun in a shoulder holster, a dart-thrower.
He stared out of the screen. "Sit down, Blaze." She eased herself slowly into the chair in front of the console. "I don't know how secure Building 31 is supposed to be. I don't think it's secure enough.
"Gavrila escaped. She's left a trail of bodies leading to you. She killed two people at the Clinic, and one of them she apparently had tortured into giving up your address."
"No ... oh, no!"
Jefferson nodded. "She got there right after you left. We don't know what Ellie might have told her before she died."
That may have hit me harder than it did her. Amelia had lived with Ellie, but I had lived inside her.
She turned pale and spoke almost without moving her lips. "Tortured her."
"Yes. And went straight to the airport and took the next flight to Portobello. She's somewhere in the city now. You have to assume she knows exactly where you are."
"She couldn't get in here," I said.
"Tell me about it, Julian. She couldn't get out of here, either."
"Yeah, all right. Are you set up to jack?"
He gave me a cautious doctor look. "With you?"
"Of course not. With my platoon. They're standing guard here, and could use a description of the bitch."
"Of course. Sorry."
"You tell them everything you know, and then we'll go to Candi for a debriefing."
"All right.. just remember Gavrila's been jacked with me two-way – "
"What? That was smart."
"We thought she'd be in a straitjacket for the duration. It was the only way to get anything from her, and we got a lot. But you have to assume she'll retain a lot of what she got from Spencer and me."
"She didn't retain my address," Amelia said.
Jefferson shook his head. "I didn't know it, and neither did Spencer, in case. But she knows the broad outline of the Plan."
"Damn. She'll have passed it on."
"Not yet. She has a superior in Washington, but she won't have talked to him yet. She idolizes him, and combining that with her rigid fanaticism... I don't think she'll call until she can say 'Mission accomplished.' "
"So we don't just stay away from her. We catch her and make sure she doesn't talk."
"Nail her into a room."
"Or a box," I said.
He nodded and broke the circuit.
"Kill her?" Amelia said.
"Won't be necessary. Just turn her over to the medicos and she'll sleep past D day." Probably true, I thought, but pretty soon Amelia and I were going to be the only people in this building physically able to kill.