Wired - Douglas E. Richards [116]
“David,” she whispered, still in his arms, “I’m going to give you the GPS coordinates to my flash drive. If for some reason you aren’t able to stop the virus, I’m counting on you to give the secret of longevity to the world.”
Kira Miller wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and focused with all of her heart on unlocking her memory. Not because some external force was demanding it, but because she wanted to give it freely. To this man. A man she had come to trust and admire. Her instincts in choosing David Desh had been perfect. Had things been otherwise, who knew where their relationship might have led.
She gasped. Like a dam bursting, her memory came flooding back into her mind!
Kira cupped her hands around Desh’s ear and whispered the coordinates. She repeated the coordinates several times until Desh was able to whisper them back to her. Even if he forgot them, she knew, his enhanced mind would remember them with perfect clarity, along with the exact feel of her breath in his ear and her exact pronunciation of every number.
Now she knew that her life extension discovery would live on, even if she didn’t. And Desh would only reveal it if Putnam’s plan couldn’t be stopped. She was certain of it.
Kira pushed Desh away as several more tears began to slide down her face. “You need to keep your distance,” she said.
It was 9:59 and the second hand on Desh’s watch was sweeping around the dial at a sickening pace. “Kira, you’re the most extraordinary woman I have ever known,” said Desh with absolute sincerity.
She forced a brave smile for the benefit of Desh and the two other members of the team. “Thanks. I just hope I was wrong about that afterlife thing,” she said.
And with that, Kira Miller closed her eyes and awaited oblivion.
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Kira’s three companions closed their eyes with her. Precious seconds continued ticking.
An explosion rocked the room!
It was intense beyond reason. The flash from the explosion was as bright as a supernova and blinded everyone in the room, even through closed eyelids.
Desh realized he couldn’t hear and then instantly realized something else: the explosion had been from a stun grenade, not from the device in Kira’s head.
He swung around to defend himself but it was too late. Two men grabbed him roughly, one of them pressing a gun to his face. The other pulled his arms behind his back and tightened an all too familiar plasticuff restraint around his wrists. He knew not to resist. Deaf and blind with a gun in your cheek was not an ideal tactical position in which to be. He was pushed roughly into the wall and was frisked expertly, his weapons quickly removed.
Desh’s eyesight and hearing gradually returned. The room began to come into focus once again.
Kira Miller was standing next to him! Alive! And it was after 10 o’clock.
Desh and Kira had been forced next to each other, flanked by two armed commandoes who had each worn electronic earplugs and goggles during the raid. Griffin and Metzger had been herded together about ten yards away, flanked by their own heavily armed guards. Putnam’s bloody, bullet riddled body lay between the two groups.
The commandoes must have arrived through Putnam’s tunnel in the basement, Desh realized, lobbing in a few flashbangs to easily overpower the inhabitants of the living room.
A handsome, clean-cut civilian of average size and weight, wearing casual slacks and a sport coat walked briskly and arrogantly into the living room. His blue eyes were eerily calm, but there was also both a shrewdness and a menace to them; like those of a poisonous snake just before a strike.
Kira Miller gasped! She reached out to steady herself, having momentarily become dizzy.
“Alan?” she croaked in dismay, barely able to get the name out.
“Hello, Kira,” he said cheerfully. “Happy to see your big brother alive?”
Kira was too stunned to reply. She stood facing him with her mouth open.
“Or just happy that the device Putnam put in your skull was a bluff?”
Kira’s mind awakened from its paralysis. She didn’t