The Betrayed Series: Ultimate Omnibus Collection Part 147

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"That was a high-frequency homing beacon."

Emily frowned. "It couldn't be."

"Care to fill us in?" Bunny suggested.

"The frequency?" Prenner asked, somehow in the know.

"Twelve hundred ninety-eight."

Prenner and Emily shared a look.

"Guys," Bunny insisted, "tell me what is going on."

Emily stepped back, clearly turning over the task of educating Bunny to Prenner. The lieutenant cleared his throat before explaining, "Someone from Brandt's team is broadcasting their location intermittently."

No, no, no. "It's gotta be Talli or Levont." Talli was lazy, and Levont was new.

"Twelve hundred ninety-eight HZ was Davidson's signal when he was with the Knot."

Bunny felt her knees shake. If Prenner hadn't put a chair under her b.u.t.t, she probably would have fallen to the floor. "It can't be."

Stark gave a sympathetic smile. "It is, though."

She looked down to the phone still in her hand. The same phone she'd called Davidson with. The same phone she'd informed Davidson of the exact location and speed of the Disciples.

And now someone was using his beacon to draw the Disciples to them.

"So it's not so much going to be an ambush as a ma.s.sacre," Bunny stated, putting the phone on Stark's desk.

Surprisingly, Prenner was the one to put a hand on her back. "We're just going to have to wait and see."

Somehow that didn't really comfort her.

Frellan got out of the SUV as his men swept the area around the church. One of the men put a hand on the only car parked in front of the chapel.

"Still warm."

So Brandt was still here. An ambush on his mind? Funny, that was what Frellan had planned. Monnie joined him as Benedicto smoothed his robes. "Ah, how quaint," he said as he studied the small church. Such an odd little man.

"It looks like all of the villagers are inside the church," Ugudo reported. "No sign of Brandt and the others."

Good. So much easier than rounding them up for questioning. It was looking more and more like Brandt had simply gone to ground, hoping to hide his way out of a confrontation. Clearly, the sergeant did not understand exactly how efficient Frellan was at teasing information out of people.

His man held open the door to the church. Frellan stepped inside. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust from the stark suns.h.i.+ne outside to the murky light of the chapel. The men fanned out down the side aisles as Frellan walked up the main pa.s.sage. He would have time to enjoy the villagers and their resistance.

For how many centuries had the residents of Lennore been lying to the Disciples? They had sworn they knew nothing of Borogona's work. Nothing of the Black Madonnas lost to history. Nothing of the blessed child to come.

Liars.

They would be his finest works of art.

One of his men's faces twisted into a scowl. Frellan picked up his pace, arriving to the first set of pews. He grabbed the woman by the shoulder and turned her to him.

Blood splattered across his shoes as it gushed from her neck. The woman's body knocked into the man next to her, sending him reeling into the next and then the next.

"They're all..." Monnie stated, her hand to her mouth.

Benedicto had a bit more fort.i.tude and checked the next row. "Yes, I believe they all committed suicide."

"Rather than give up Brandt's location." Frellan had underestimated those of Lennore. They would rather die than see the Messiah in his hands. Frellan turned to Ugudo. "Search every millimeter of this village. Find them."

"Don't bother," Benedicto stated, waving the men toward the car.

"You have no-"

The priest waved him off. "I know. I am not in charge. I have no authority. I am not the boss of you." Frellan could feel his cheeks flush as Benedicto continued. "However, I think I might know where they headed."

Frellan's eyes narrowed. The man was insufferable. However, Frellan did not have time to be choosy regarding his source of information. They were so close on Brandt's heels. They could not fall farther behind.

"And how would you know such a thing?" Monnie asked.

"Oh, I have a little birdie." Benedicto shrugged. "We're hitting the road, then?"

After only a moment of introspection, Frellan turned to Ugudo. "Do a quick sweep of the area. If nothing turns up, we will follow the priest's direction."

Benedicto took in a deep breath, patting his expanded girth. "I really should get out of the abbey more often."

Brandt crested the ridge, joining Levont. The guy had set a h.e.l.l of a pace, but they'd made it. Well, most of them.

"That was a workout," the point man said, stretching out his calves. No s.h.i.+t.

Brandt s.h.i.+fted Vakasa on his back and gave Rebecca a hand. Davidson had to help Talli up the last section. Through the break in the trees, they could look down upon the outskirts of the town, Cuellar.

"Well, at least the priest wasn't exaggerating," Rebecca said as she pointed to a small church at the foot of the hill.

When the man had said, "You'll know the place," Brandt had had his doubts. Spain was riddled with old churches and chapels. You couldn't throw a baseball without hitting one. However, it turned out this one truly was unique. And not necessarily in a good way.

This church had flying b.u.t.tresses, except they were attached to the first-floor walls and the ground. Brandt wasn't quite sure what a mildly rounded ground-level wall needed huge flying b.u.t.tresses for, but hey, it made the El Salvador church easy to find.

"Notice anything weird?" Davidson asked as he pulled the rifle scope from his eye.

"Besides one well-secured church wall?"

"The people-or lack thereof."

Levont lowered his binoculars. "He's right. There's no one around."

Brandt took the binoculars and surveyed the streets. There weren't people, cars, children, trucks. Not even a dog. He pa.s.sed the binoculars to Rebecca.

"Any idea what's going on?"

She shook her head. "Maybe it's a Spain-specific holiday?"

Whatever it was, Brandt didn't like it. He liked normal. He liked routine. This was anything but. However, they couldn't stand here with their knees knocking together. They needed to get on with it.

"Just keep an eye out," Brandt warned Levont as he moved them down the hill. This side was decidedly easier on the calves as they made their way to the town. He set Vakasa down but grabbed her by the back of the s.h.i.+rt as she went to run ahead to Levont.

Despite the down-turned lips when Rebecca held out her palm, Vakasa took it, swinging their locked hands up and down.

As they approached the tree line, Levont stopped and checked out the area again. "Still clear. Way clear."

Great. Somehow they had stumbled into a ghost town.

"Lopez, find us a car."

Unlike his usual bravado, Lopez hesitated, glancing up and down the empty street. "Yeah, um...This could take a while."

"Just do it," Brandt ordered. "Davidson, find a perch."

"Will do," Davidson said as he headed up a tree. Guess he was going native, finding an actual perch.

"Levont, take us in," Brandt ordered, gripping his gun tight.

"There it is again!" Stark announced, pointing on the map to where the last high-frequency burst had originated.

"Cuellar," Prenner read aloud. "What are they doing in Cuellar?"

"h.e.l.l if I know," Bunny breathed out. Even with Stark hacking into the Stanford University database, they really didn't have much more information regarding Rebecca's stay in the Basque region. She was all about the blood samples and the genealogies. Not so big on giving details of where she had stayed or sites she had visited.

And now Cuellar? That didn't even show up on her spreadsheet.

Worse, the Disciples were being tipped off by...Bunny couldn't bring herself to say it. They were being tipped off by someone inside their team. Did Brandt suspect? Did they know that a traitor walked amongst them? Or was perched above them?

"We've got to mobilize the local police or something," Bunny suggested. It might get them all arrested, but at this point, it was probably better than the alternative. They could sort out the mess later.

"That's weird," Emily said, hanging up a call, then redialing. Bunny could hear the phone ring through without being answered. "No one at the Cuellar police station is picking up."

Bunny looked to the Google map that showed only static streets and points of interest. What in the h.e.l.l was going on in Cuellar?

Rebecca kept tight hold of Vakasa's hand as they crossed the street. It really was eerie. There wasn't a soul to be found.

"Ouch," the little girl complained. Perhaps Rebecca had been holding on a bit too tight. She loosened her grip, only slightly, as they approached the church. The flying b.u.t.tresses were unusual enough in such a small church. At ground level? They were rare. Ab.u.t.ting a mudejar aspe? Downright unique. Instead of just a semicircular stone wall, this church's nave was covered in brick in such a way that it appeared the wall had many windows. It was only an illusion, though. The wall was solid brick.

Such an odd fusion of Islamic and Christian architecture. But that was Spain for you. So many cultures had come through the region, even as far as the Basque region, and each had left its mark on the culture and the architecture.

Levont disappeared around the curved wall, only to return within seconds. "The church looks clear."

Swiftly, they entered the shelter of the church. Even though it didn't seem like there were any prying eyes on the street, with the Disciples, you just never knew. Inside, they found the church empty. It clearly no longer served wors.h.i.+ppers and was maintained as a museum. Which was fine by Rebecca. Less furniture to move.

"Where do you think the cross is hidden?" Brandt asked after Levont swept the area.

"I am guessing it will be in the rectory, similar to the monastery and-"

Before Rebecca could finish her sentence, the little girl slipped her grasp and was off, running through the doorway, ducking under Levont's attempt to grab her.

"No!" Rebecca yelled after her, but the kid didn't even swivel her head as she streaked down the long hallway. They were all on her heels as she entered the rectory. Vakasa stopped abruptly, kneeling down onto the wooden floor. She patted a plank.

Brandt looked to Rebecca. "As good a place as any to start."

Talli knelt down beside Vakasa and began tugging on the boards. Brandt leaned over to Rebecca. "We are going to have to get that kid a leash."

She nudged him with her elbow but regretted the motion as he flinched. It was so easy to try to put the trauma of the last few days behind them. Unfortunately, their flesh wasn't quite as over it.

Still nursing a rib, Brandt watched as Talli struggled with the floorboard. Seriously? When they got home, the guy was going on protein powder for his muscles and vitamin A for his aim.

"Talli," he finally said, "you keep Vakasa back." As the supposed sniper urged the little girl away from the board, Brandt knelt to the floor. He would have landed on his good knee, except he really didn't have a good knee at this point.

Brandt flipped open his service knife and used it to pry away at the seam between the boards. It took a little bit of leverage, but the wood plank popped up, revealing a dirt-lined s.p.a.ce. And there glistened a silver cross.

Just as Brandt's fingers closed around the crucifix, the sound of clapping filled the room.

"Jolly good show, mate."

Brandt tossed the cross to Rebecca as he drew his sidearm, leveling it at the intruder. He knew who it was before the sandy-haired man entered the room.

"Vanderwalt, you do not want any part of this."

The MI-5 agent walked in as casually as if he were joining Brandt at a pub. "Ah, but you see, I've been waiting for this for quite some while. I just need the girl and the artifacts, including the latest cross."

Brandt didn't even have time to figure out how Vanderwalt had found them or what his angle was here. He just needed to get into a better shooting position.

"Chap, don't bother," Walt said, indicating to the three thugs that lined up behind him in the hallway. "I brought company. Now, hand over the girl and the items, and we will be on our way."

"Her name is Vakasa," Rebecca stated beside Brandt, hands shaking as tears glistened in her eyes.

"Ah, the always lovely Dr. Monroe. Do not worry. I plan to take good care of her."

"Once she suits your purpose?" Brandt asked, pretty much knowing the answer.

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