I stumbled out of my glass cage and into the hallway. No one was out here and the people on the other side weren’t playing any attention. My cell was tucked into the far corner of the basement—or sub-basement or wherever that stupid elevator took us. There was a glass wall separating us from the center of the room with all the worker bees and around the perimeter were seven smaller rooms that looked about the same size as mine.
If I went right or left, I could probably find Lucas, Chase, or Robert, maybe even all three and get the same runaround I had been getting. But there, just mere steps away from where I stood, was the door into the bullpen. I watched the busy people on their phones, staring at computer screens, and talking to the man in khakis Robert had pointed out as Matthews. He was the one with answers who could tell me exactly what was happening.
I went for the door and placed my hand over the keypad. My visions, for some reason, were stronger in here. It had to work. Come on, premonition. It suddenly flashed. 1-1-9-8-9-#-#. I pressed in the spongy keys and there was an audible click as the door unlock. Ha-ha.
The roar of the room was almost comforting compared to the manufactured silence of the hallway and my room. Excited talking and the strange ring of the phone—beep, beep, ble-uuuu, beep, beep, ble-uuu—made all of this feel like I had stumbled into a movie.
“The pale horse is in the nest.”
I glanced over at the woman speaking. She wasn’t looking in my direction at all as she spoke into her headset. “Yes, Matthews said Revelation is a go….Yes, sir. Yes. I will tell him.”
“You,” a loud deep voice boomed over out from across the room, making me jump. Matthews crossed the room with long confident steps and an unyielding glare. “How did you get in here? We’re supposed to be secure, people. Who let her in?” He grabbed my arm (careful not to touch my skin) and dragged me back out to the hallway. “How did you get inside?”
He was at least a foot taller than me. His light blue eyes had the color and warmth of a glacier. I stomped on his foot and twisted away. “Who’s pale horse and what is Revelation?”
“You aren’t the one asking questions,” he growled.
“If someone doesn’t cut the crap and tell me what is happening, I’m leaving.” I crossed my arms.
He stood like a wall in front of me, unmoved.
“Scout, what’s happening?” Lucas came up behind me. “We’re back here.”
He touched my elbow and I pulled away. “Answer me,” I said to Matthews.
“What’s going on out here?” Chase asked, walking up to the other side of me.
A low growl sounded deep in Matthews’ throat as he looked at the three of us. “Keep her in check. If she finds her way into the pit again, I will personally see to her security.”
I never knew the word security could sound like a threat, but it did coming from him. Matthews turned around to go back inside.
“There’s going to be an attack,” I said at his back. “It’s a virus and it’ll spread faster than anyone can control. Ten of thousands of people will die. Maybe more.”
“How do you know?” Matthews asked.
“She has premonitions,” Chase said.
“I wasn’t asking you , Banana Republic. I’m talking to her. Did you have a vision?”
“Maybe I did.” This was it. This was my bargaining chip and hopefully my way out of this mess.
He nodded once. “You two, back in your cells.” He pointed at the guys then took my arm again, pulling me in the opposite direction and into another room that only had a table, two chairs, and a computer. “Sit.”
“Quit dragging me around, will ya?” I didn’t sit. “I’m trying help you, G.I. Joe. I don’t need this.”
“Sit or I will make you sit.”
I flopped down in the hard wooden chair. He opened the computer and leaned against the table directly in front of me. “You need to trust me.”
“You know, I’m hearing that a lot today and yet no one actually seems like they’re helping me. Why should I trust any of you?”
“Because you don’t have a choice.” He took a hold of my head.
“What are you doing?” I tried to squirm away.
He placed an electrode on each of my temples. “I need to see what you are seeing. The human brain while marvelous has imperfect recollection. As you said, lives are at stake. Do you really want to risk them all on an error in your memory?”
“If your computer is so great then why is the chip even in my head? Why can’t it have the premonitions?”
“That’s not the way they work. The chips need a human host.”
“I guess you’re just lucky. Stop stalling. Are you going to put all of those lives at risk because you are too scared to do what is right?”
“I guess not.” My eyebrows were pulled together so tight I probably had a unibrow. “What are you going to do?”
“This computer can read the chip. Theoretically, I should be able to see what you are seeing.”
“Theoretically? You haven’t tested this. No way, man. This my brain we are talking about. I’m not going to be your lab rat.”
He sighed. “It will be a lot easier if you cooperate. We wouldn’t do anything to harm you or your brain. You’re the piece we have been waiting for. You have made Revelation possible.”
“Tell me what it is and I’ll cooperate.” Those blue eyes drilled into me, making me squirm more.
“The four of you—the white horse, the red horse, the black horse and the pale horse—were chosen and crafted to be the best terror prevention team the world has ever known. Robert can read minds, Chase can solve any puzzle, Lucas can detect any lie, and you are the golden goose.”
“I can see the future.”
“So who are you?”
The left side of his mouth lifted in a half smile. “’Behold, a pale horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and hell was following with him.’ Welcome to project Revelation.” He handed me a bite guard and waited until I chomped down on it. “This is going to hurt.”