ad。
He heard voices immediately。
〃…the national interest。〃
〃Snake； put that fucking…〃
And then suddenly static cut across the signal and there was nothing。
But Schofield had heard enough。
Mother。
Snake was down with Mother。
〃Jesus；〃 he said。
He spun to face Renshaw。 〃OK； Harry Houdini； you've got exactly five seconds to show me how you got out of this room。〃
Renshaw immediately ran toward the door。 〃Why？ What's going on？〃 he said。
Schofield hurried alongside him。 〃Somebody's about to get killed。〃
Down in the storeroom； Snake lifted his foot off what was left of Mother's helmet。
The small microphone at the jawline of her helmet lay crumpled and bent； broken beyond repair。
〃e on； Mother；〃 Snake said in an admonishing tone。 〃I expected more from you。 Or did you just forget that I receive your transmissions； too？〃
Mother scowled at him。 〃Did you kill Samurai？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃You fuck。〃
Snake was almost on top of her now。 Mother shifted against the wall。
〃Time to die； Mother；〃 Snake said。
Mother snorted at him。 〃Snake。 I've just got to know。 What sort of sick； twisted； two…faced son of a bitch are you？〃
Snake smiled。 〃The only kind； Mother。 I'm ICG。〃
Schofield watched tensely as Renshaw stepped up to the thick wooden door of his room。
Up until that time； Schofield hadn't noticed that the door was made up of about ten vertical wooden planks。 Renshaw immediately placed his fingers up against one of these vertical planks。
〃The horizontal beams are on the outside；〃 Renshaw said。 〃Which meant that no one outside this room saw the cuts I made on the inside of these vertical planks。〃
Schofield's eyes widened when he saw them。
Two thin horizontal lines stretched across the width of the heavy wooden door…like two scars in the wood…cutting across the wide vertical planks。 The two horizontal lines ran in parallel； approximately three feet away from each other…at precisely those points where the horizontal beams on the other side of the door would have been。
Schofield marveled at Renshaw's ingenuity。
Anyone standing on the other side of the door would never have known that Renshaw had managed to saw right through the vertical wooden planks。
〃I used a steak knife to saw through the planks；〃 Renshaw said。 〃Three； actually。 The wood wears them down pretty fast。〃 He reached off to his right and grabbed a worn…down steak knife and Renshaw inserted the blade of the knife into the narrow gap between two of the vertical planks。 Then he worked the knife like a crowbar until suddenly one of the planks popped clear of the rest of the door。
Renshaw pulled the plank clear of the door； and a long rectangular hole appeared in the door where the plank had been。 Through that rectangular hole Schofield could see the curved outer tunnel of B…deck stretching away from him。
Renshaw worked quickly。 He grabbed the next plank with his bare hands and hurriedly pulled it away。
The hole on the door got wider。
Schofield started removing the vertical planks with him； and soon the hole was wide enough for a man to fit through。
〃Stand back；〃 Schofield said。
Renshaw took a step back as Schofield dived； headfirst； through the hole in the door。 He rolled to his feet on the other side and immediately ran off down the tunnel。
〃Wait！〃 Renshaw yelled。 〃Where are you going！〃
〃E…deck！〃 Schofield's voice echoed back。
And then suddenly Schofield was gone and Renshaw was alone in his room； staring at the empty square hole he had made in the door。
He peered out through it after Schofield。
〃I never dived through it like that；〃 he said。
Schofield ran。
The walls of the curved outer tunnel streaked past him。 He was breathing hard。 His heart pounded loudly inside his head。 He turned left； headed toward the central shaft。
A thousand thoughts ran through his mind as he raced through the tunnels of B…deck。
He thought of the tattoo on the shoulder plate of the man who had shot him。 A cobra。 A snake。
Snake。
The mere concept was too bizarre for Schofield to prehend。 Snake was a highly decorated Marine。 One of the longest…serving members in the Corps； let alone Schofield's unit。 Why would he throw it all away by doing something like this？ Why would he kill his own men？
And then Schofield thought about Mother。
Snake was down on E…deck with Mother。
It made sense。 Snake had already killed Samurai； the weakest member of Schofield's team。 Mother…with one leg and heavily dosed up on methadone…would be another easy target。
Schofield hit the B…deck catwalk on the fly。 He ran for the rung…ladder and slid down it fast C…deck。 He slid down the next rung…ladder…D…deek…and then the next。
He was on E…deck now。 He ran across the pool deck； past the lapping waves of the pool； and headed for the south tunnel。
He entered the south tunnel and saw the door to Mother's storeroom。
Schofield approached the open doorway to the storeroom cautiously。 He unholstered his Maghook…he still couldn't use his pistol in the gaseous environment of the station…and held it out in front of him like a gun。
He approached the doorway； came to it。 Then he took one last deep breath and then。。。
。。。 he turned fast into the doorway； his Maghook up and ready。
He saw the scene inside。
And his jaw dropped。
〃Holy shit；〃 he breathed。
They were on the floor of the storeroom。
Mother and Snake。
At first； Schofield just stared at them； stared at the scene。
Mother was stretched out on the floor； with her back up against one of the walls。 She had her good leg extended across the room； pressed up against Snake's throat； pinning him to a thick wooden shelf filled with scuba tanks。 Her boot was pressed hard against his throat； pushing his chin upward； squeezing his face back against the sturdy wooden shelf。 She also held her Colt automatic pistol cupped in her hands； extended in the perfect shooting position。 Pointed right at Snake's face。
The gaseous environment of the station obviously didn't bother her。
Mother glared at Snake down the barrel of her gun。 Blood dripped freely from two deep gashes above her left eye。 It dripped down off her eyebrow； smacking down onto her left cheek like droplets of water from a leaking tap。 Mother didn't notice the blood…she just stared right through it； into the eyes of the man who had tried to kill her。
For his part； Snake was pinned to the wooden shelf。 Every now and then he would attempt to struggle； but Mother had all the leverage。 Whenever he tried to wriggle out of her hold； she would press down hard on his Adam's apple with her big Size 12。 Mother was choking him with her foot。
The room around them looked like a bomb had hit it。
Wooden shelves lay twisted on the floor； splintered and shattered。 Scuba tanks rolled aimlessly across the floor。 A knife…Snake's…lay on the floor。 Blood dripped off its blade。
Slowly； Mother turned her head and looked over at Schofield； who was still just standing in the doorway； stunned。
Her chest heaved up and down。 She was still breathing hard from the fight。
〃Well； Scarecrow；〃 she said； taking another breath。 〃You think this was easy？ Are you just gonna fucking stand there； or what？〃
Pete Cameron pulled his Toyota to a stop outside 14 Newbury Street； Lake Arthur； New Mexico。
Fourteen Newbury was a pleasant…looking white weatherboard cottage。 Its front garden was immaculate…perfectly cut grass； a rock garden； even a small pond。 It looked like the home of a retiree…the home of someone who had the time； and the inclination； to take loving care of it。
Cameron looked at the business card again。 〃All right； Andrew Wilcox； let's see what you've got to say。〃
Cameron stepped up onto the porch and knocked on the screen door。
Thirty seconds later； the inner door opened and a man of about thirty…five appeared behind the screen。 He looked young and fit； clean…shaven。 He smiled pleasantly。
〃Mornin'；〃 the young man said。 〃How can I help you？〃 He had a broad Southern drawl。 When he said 〃I〃 it sounded like 〃Ah〃…How can ah help you？
Cameron said； 〃Yes； hi。 I'm looking for a Mr。 Andre