Michael Vey 3 ~ Battle of the Ampere (11 page)

Everyone but Ostin stayed in Abigail’s cell until Ostin had freed Wade, then opened Jack’s door, at which point the group gathered in Jack’s cell.

“Jack!” Wade shouted when he saw him.

“Hey, man,” Jack said. “It’s good to see you.” They guy-hugged.

Zeus walked in carrying Abigail. “What happened?” Jack asked.

“They had her RESAT set too high,” Zeus said.

“I’m gonna bust some heads,” Jack said.

“I’m with you,” Zeus said.

“Time for phase two,” Ostin said. “Ian, what’s going on outside the jail?”

“Nothing good,” Ian said. “There are thousands of soldiers. They’ve constructed three supertall barbwire fences around the jail, so even if we get out, we’d have to somehow get through the fences.”

“Then they’ve built their camp outside the fences, so after the fence we’d have to walk through the middle of thousands of soldiers.”

“Yeah, I’m sure they won’t notice us,” Zeus said sarcastically.

“They didn’t notice us at the Starxource plant,” Jack said. “We walked right through their cafeteria. If we split up . . .”

Abigail looked frightened at the prospect. “I think they would notice me. I don’t look at all like a Peruvian soldier.”

“You’ll need one of their assault masks,” Jack said. “And uniforms.”

“What we need,” Ostin said, “is a distraction. And I know where to find it.” He suddenly smiled. “Oh, this is going to be good.”

“What’s that?” McKenna asked, taking Ostin’s arm.

“We’re sitting on a powder keg just waiting for a spark,” Ostin said. “The army took all the prisoners who were already in here and shoved them all in one cell, like sardines. They’re as tightly strung as a banjo.”

“Two cells,” Ian said. “There’s one near the front, and the other is at the end of the corridor, next to Taylor’s cell.”

“Even better,” Ostin said. “So here’s the plan. I heard some of the soldiers talking on the transport here. They didn’t know I spoke Spanish so they weren’t being real discreet. The bottom line is, these guys want us alive. Someone high up has ordered it.”

“Why?” Jack asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s for public relations. Maybe it’s just so they can properly hang us, but whatever the reason, they’re protecting us. So here’s my idea. We start a fire—”

“Wait, you want to start a fire while we’re still locked in here?” Abigail asked.

“Yeah. They won’t let us burn. Then, if we let out the other prisoners, and they see the smoke . . .”

“Prison riot,” Jack said.

“And they’ll have to come save us,” McKenna said.

“Exactly. Except that the ones saving us . . . are us,” Ostin said.

“You lost me,” Wade said.

“Jack you, and I will be dressed up as soldiers. We’ll be the ones rushing everyone else out of the jail to keep them safe.”

“Only one problem,” Wade said. “How do we start a fire? Rub sticks together?”

“You’re kidding, right?” McKenna said.

Wade looked at her. “Oh. Right.”

Jack shook his head. “Dude, you’re so dumb.”

Wade frowned.

“Where do we get two more soldier uniforms?” Abigail asked.

Ostin turned to Ian. “Are they still interrogating Taylor?”

“Yeah.”

“Are there soldiers with her?”

“Two of them.”

“Perfect. We hide in her cell. When they bring her back, Zeus zaps them and we take their uniforms.”

“Then we better hurry to her cell,” Ian said. “We don’t know how long the questioning will last.”

“Let’s go,” Jack said. He opened the door. “Ian, is it clear?”

Ian looked around. “Looks good.”

“Stay close to the wall, people,” Ostin said.

They hurried in single file down to Taylor’s cell. Ostin opened the cell door, and they all went in.

“When the time comes,” Ostin said, “everyone needs to stand against this wall. We don’t know how far they’ll actually come into the cell, and if they see one of us, we’ve got a problem. Zeus, as soon as the doors open, be prepared to drop them. When they’re down, Jack and Wade will pull them into the cell and put on their uniforms. Ian, you’ve got to let us know their progress so we can be ready for them.”

“I’m on it.”

“Then how do we get out of here?” Jack asked.

“There’s only one way out of this hallway,” Ian said. “But there’s a guard stationed next to the door.”

“Taylor will have to do her mind thing on him,” Ostin said. “Then where do we go?”

“We go left, then walk straight out through the front lobby.”

“What’s outside?”

“Soldiers. Lots and lots of soldiers.”

“Any vehicles nearby?”

Ian looked around. “A truck, two cars, a motorcycle, and a transport van.”

“Are there keys in any of them?”

He concentrated on it. “Not that I can see.”

“I can hot-wire it,” Jack said. “It will only take me a few minutes.”

“Then what are we facing?” Ostin asked.

“There’s a single gateway that goes through all three fences. The checkpoint has three guards with machine guns, two more inside the booth, and a tank on the outside.”

“So we can’t run it,” Ostin said. “We’ll just have to convince them that we’re transporting the terrorists to safety.”

McKenna touched Ostin’s arm. “What do you want me to do? Besides light fires.”

“Keep safe,” Ostin said.

“I’ll do my best,” she said.

Just then Ian said, “They’re coming.”

“How many soldiers?” Ostin asked.

“Two. One on each side.”

“Where’s Taylor?”

“She’s in front.”

Ostin looked at Zeus. “Ready?”

Electricity sparked between his fingers. “Born ready,” he said.

Jack and Wade pressed themselves up against the wall near the door.

“Ian, give us a countdown,” Ostin said.

“Thirty feet,” Ian said. “Twenty-five, twenty, fifteen . . .” His voice softened to a whisper. “Ten, five . . .” They could hear the sound of the key in the door. Jack glanced at Zeus, who nodded. The door opened and the two soldiers pushed Taylor in.

Taylor saw her friends before the soldiers did. She looked at them, dumbfounded, trying to figure out why they were in her cell. Then one of the soldiers looked at Zeus.

“Surprise!” Zeus shouted, blasting both of them and knocking one of them out the door.

“Too much!” Jack said. “Take this one, Wade!”

Wade jumped on the first soldier while Jack reached out into the hall, grabbed the other soldier by his feet, and dragged him back into the cell.

“Sorry, man,” Zeus said. “Got the rush on.”

“I feel you,” Jack said. “I bet that felt good.”

“Not for them,” McKenna said.

Ostin pushed the door shut. “Ian, are we safe?”

“I don’t think anyone saw us.”

“Taylor, come here,” Ostin said, leading her by the arm to the bed.

Taylor still looked confused. “How’d everyone get in here?”

“I let them in,” Ostin said. He attached his RESAT to hers. “Let’s get this thing off.”

“You can’t take it off,” Taylor said, pulling away from him. “It goes off if you mess with it.”

“It’s okay,” McKenna said. “He solved it.”

Taylor looked at McKenna. “Then why is yours still on?”

“It’s to fool them,” Ostin said. “I disabled it. But they don’t know it. These dudes don’t even know how they work.”

“Then get it off me,” Taylor said.

It took Ostin less than thirty seconds to release her RESAT. When it was off, she fell back on the bed. “Thank you.”

“Now I need to rewire it.”

Zeus and Abigail tied up the soldiers as Jack and Wade finished putting on their uniforms.

“What’s the plan?” Taylor asked.

“We’re going out the front door. We need you to do your mind trick thing with the guards there.”

“Why would they let us out?”

“We’re setting the place on fire and starting a riot. In all the confusion, we’ll look like we’re trying to get you out to safety.”

“How do I look?” Jack asked Abigail.

“Like one of them,” she said. “Except taller. And better looking.”

Jack smiled.

“How about me?” Wade asked.

“You look like one of them,” Abigail said.

“Guys, we’ve got a problem,” Ian said. “There’s a soldier headed to Zeus’s room.”

“Is anyone else with him?” Zeus asked.

“No, he’s alone. I don’t see anyone watching either.”

Zeus walked to the door. “Then I’ll take him out.” He opened the door and stuck his head out. “Hey, amigo!”

The man turned toward him.

Zeus reached out his hand. “Got a present for you.” He shot a single bolt nearly thirty feet, bouncing the man off the wall and to the ground. Zeus stepped back in. “He’s down.”

“Time to go,” Ostin said, setting aside Taylor’s RESAT.

“Wait, what about my RESAT?” Taylor asked.

“Here, take mine,” Ostin said. “It can shock people.”

She put her arms through its straps. “Thanks.”

“What does it look like out there?” Ostin asked Ian.

“Surprisingly quiet. It’s like everyone’s having a siesta break.”

“Which cell has the prisoners?”

He pointed to his left. “Right there, the cell next to us, left side of the hall.”

“Zeus, you better come with us,” Ostin said. “In case the convicts come at us like those others did.”

“You got it.”

“I’ll be your prisoner too,” McKenna said.

“I’ll take Abi,” Jack said.

Abigail nodded.

“And me,” Taylor said.

“No problem,” Jack said. “I can handle both of you.”

“Not hardly,” Taylor said.

“Looks like it’s you and me, buddy,” Ian said to Wade.

“All right,” Ostin said. “Prisoners in front, guards in back. Put your hands behind your backs so you look handcuffed. No one leaves the room until Zeus and I have let the prisoners out.” He turned to Zeus. “Ready?”

“Let’s do this.”

They walked out to the cell next to theirs, and Ostin unlocked the door. Zeus kicked it open. There were at least twenty prisoners crammed into the room.
“Estamos escapando!”
Ostin shouted.
“Salganse ahorita! Huyan!”

The prisoners just stared at Ostin, confused at seeing an American
in a Peruvian soldier uniform telling them to escape.

“Come on!” Ostin shouted.
“Motín!”

They still just stood there.

“We haven’t time for this,” Zeus said. “Stay in your cage, you rats.”

“No, start the fires,” Ostin said. “That’s the plan.”

“Right,” Zeus said. He blasted the mattress with both hands. It burst into flames. The convicts jumped back, then, looking at Zeus in horror, fled the room. Ostin, Zeus, and Taylor ran back to Taylor’s cell. “Come on!” Zeus shouted.

“McKenna,” Ostin said. “Light the mattresses on fire!”

“Love to.” Her hand burst into flames, and she lit the mattress. Then she and Zeus went to each of the cells, lighting the mattresses until smoke poured out of the cells and filled the hallway. An alarm went off.

Ostin opened the cell door for the other prisoners, who didn’t need any persuading to get out, though they stayed away from Zeus.

“Everyone take their positions!” Ostin shouted. “Taylor, we need them to let us out now.”

They walked to the door at the end of the corridor
. “Abran la puerta!”
Ostin shouted.

Taylor concentrated. Immediately the door opened. Soldiers rushed into the building with guns and fire extinguishers.

“Ian, which way?” Ostin shouted.

“Follow me.”

When they got to the outside door, one of the soldiers pointed a gun at them.
“Alto!”

The man suddenly collapsed to the ground.

A soldier standing behind the fallen man said, “Amigos, this way!”

“Who are you?” Ostin asked.

“
Apúrate!
” the man said, grabbing Ostin’s arm. “We haven’t much time.”

“Are you with Jaime?” Taylor asked.

The man looked confused. “Jaime?”

“The voice,” Taylor said.

He hesitated a moment, then said, “The voice.
Sí.
”

Another alarm went off, and outside the fences the soldiers were emerging from their tents. “Please. Hurry.”

They followed the man over to an idling prisoner transport van. He opened the back doors. “Everyone in, hurry.”

Suddenly there was a huge explosion about a hundred yards west of the camp. Men started shouting and two sirens went off.

“Get in!” the man shouted.

When everyone was inside, the man shut the doors behind them, then ran around to the passenger’s side and climbed in. He shouted to the driver,
“Vámonos!”

The van pulled forward, needling through the growing crowd of soldiers who had come to fight the fire. They drove up to the first check station, where they were stopped by a guard with a machine gun. He spoke to the driver.
“A dónde vas?”

“Estamos sacandoles del encendio. Orden del general.”

The soldier looked at the teens in the van.
“No puedo dejarte ir.”

The man in the passenger seat fired something, and the soldier dropped to the ground. Then the man pushed a button on a hand remote, and there was another explosion—this one closer to the jail—taking out a hundred-foot section of the fence.

“Vamos!”
he shouted to the driver.

“Distraction,” Ostin said. “Clever.”

The van drove quickly in the opposite direction of hundreds of soldiers who were running toward the jail. Within just a few minutes they had passed out of the military compound.

“We did it,” the man said through a speaker box. “We got away.”

Everyone in back clapped, except Ostin, who looked conflicted. Jack punched him in the shoulder. “Lighten up, dude. You and that awesome brain of yours broke us out of there.”

Wade also punched Ostin in the shoulder. “Yeah, you’re the brain man.”

Ostin still didn’t look happy. “I didn’t get us out of there; those guys did.” He turned to Taylor and frowned. “Why didn’t he know Jaime?”

Taylor shrugged. “Maybe they don’t use their real names.”

Ostin frowned. “Something doesn’t feel right. Can you read their minds?”

Taylor looked over at the driver, who was divided from the back by a thick, bulletproof Plexiglas sheet braced with a metal caging. “I don’t know. I’ll try.” She put her hand against the metal siding of the van.