With
the sun diving from the sky, General Bertrand led Liam and Isadora to
an unmarked black Ford SUV parked outside the network hub. A driver
waited for them, but Bertrand said, “I'll drive. Take the day off,
lad.”
“Sir?”
“You
heard me.” Bertrand pushed the driver aside and stepped into the
Ford. Liam thought this strange, but could do nothing about it. Of
the four present, he was easily in the lowest position. He had no
idea what to make of General Bertrand. Part of him wanted to count
the Welshman an ally, but Steelewood could never be trusted. Ever.
Liam
and Isadora climbed into the back seats of the SUV and buckled their
seat belts. Bertrand started the engine and hit the gas. Isadora
said, “My son betrayed you too, Bertrand.”
“I
know,” Bertrand replied. “He lied to me and expects me to follow
him regardless. That's what has always been expected of me. We
always, always
trust our superiors and-” he sighed. “It's not the same this time
though. Ms. Fleming, the way I see it is that you're still my
superior.”
“Thank
you, general.”
“What
do you want me to do?”
“I'll
get to that,” Isadora said. She turned to Liam and said, “Liam,
if we're going to stop Sergei, I'll need your help.”
“What
do you need?”
“Sergei
is a genius and a deadly weapon. He is a master of planning, killing,
infiltrating. He is the perfect weapon. But that is his weakness.
He's a weapon. Weapons need someone to pull the trigger, someone to
aim. What Sergei does not know is that he is programmed for me to
pull is trigger. I am his master and he works for me.”
“Doesn't
seem to be the case now,” Liam said.
“Him
developing this much of a mind of his own is surprising, yes, but
he's bringing me back to Boston precisely because he needs me. Sergei
has a subconscious need for my approval. That's why he didn't kill me
when had the chance. He wants to bring me to Boston and convince me
that he's right. He wants me to tell him that he's done a good job.”
“It
sounds like he just wants a mother that loves him.”
“Liam,
please. I know I haven't been that. This is my fault. I know it is.”
She looked out the window and put her hand on her forehead. “And
now I need to fix this. But I can't.”
“What
do you mean you can't? Isadora, we need-”
“Liam,
you can though. The only way to deal with this problem is for Sergei
to die. He is too dangerous to be kept alive. He knows every last
trick of manipulation, infiltration, and elimination. There is no one
deadlier than Sergei. That's how he's got himself at the top of world
right now. Now, we need to push him off, but I can't do it. I can't
kill my own son. He really has that mother who loves him. I just-”
she shook her emotion. “Liam, can I trust you?”
“Tell
me your plan first.”
“There's
a small chance I can talk Sergei out of this. I haven't much faith in
being able to convince him that he's wrong, but I am going to try.
Failing that, I need you to come to Boston and finish the job for me.
I need you come in and kill Sergei.”
“Whoa,
whoa, wait, what?” Liam scoffed. “Look, that's a nice idea, but
Boston's a fortress! Steelewood's biggest garrison is in Boston.
We've got a ship of, what, sixty people? There's got to be thousands
of-”
“Twelve
thousand,” Isadora said. “There are twelve-thousand and
sixty-three Steelewood ground troops in Boston. You're right, you're
no match.”
“So,
what, why'd you even-?”
“Because,
Liam, there's a way. There always is.”
“I'm
listening.”
“I
will give you my personal access codes, maps of facilities, troop
placements- everything. There are things not even Sergei knows about
that I can give you. You only have to get to headquarters.”
“But
that's the hard part!”
“I
know, but Liam, you know what's at stake. You know you have to do
this. You know you can find a way. I know I can count on you.”
Liam
sighed, “Look, I'm starting to think we need to just back out of
this and let things be. We've paid a massive price for all the shit
going down on your end. This isn't our fight.”
“Liam,
it is absolutely unfair that I say this, but that is not what your
father would do. Your father would-”
“No,
you're wrong. My father had his crew's best interests at heart at all
times, he wouldn't throw their lives away like this.”
“Liam,
yes, he did, but your father also did the right thing.”
“Yeah,
he did, but think about this from where I'm standing, Isadora. You
said Sergei was a master of manipulation, well, so are you, right?
So, how do I know you aren't just trying to play me for some kind of
power trip? You've got a lot
to gain by getting rid of Sergei. It puts you right back at the top
of the world. How do I know this isn't about that?”
“You're
right. You can't trust me. Don't,” Isadora sighed. “But, Liam,
were I trying to manipulate you right, you can't say I'm doing a very
good job, can you?”
Liam
smiled thinly. “No, no I can't. Alright, we'll help you.”
“Thank
you,” Isadora said. “When we get to the airport, I'll find a
notebook or something and write down everything you need. I'll fly to
Boston immediately, then I need you to get back aboard the Holdsworth
and head straight there.”
“Okay.”
“General
Bertrand,” Isadora said turning back to the aging driver. “You're
very important to this plan.”
“What
do you need me to do?”
“I
need you stay on Sergei's side.”
“I'm
sorry?”
“He
needs to believe his plan is going well. What needs to happen is for
the Holdsworth
to escape, not for it to be let go. You'll report to Sergei as if you
truly followed him. Can you do that?”
“I
don't like to lie, but I can.”
“Good,”
Isadora sighed again. “This just might work. It's awful that it's
come to this, but I see no other way.”
“Me
neither,” Liam said. “And Isadora, this isn't your fault. Nobody
saw this coming. This is Sergei's fault all the way through.”
As
the Ford pulled into the airport, Isadora stared out the window. She
did not believe what Liam said, but it was good to hear it. Truth be
told, she did not believe her plan would work. Boston was built to be
impregnable and Steelewood headquarters was even more fortified than
that. But if there was anyone in the world who could pull it off, it
was the Holdsworth
and her crew. Isadora never truly trusted anyone in her life until
she came to know Hank, Lena, and the others from their misadventure
twenty-five years ago. Her instincts told her that Liam was every bit
as trustworthy as his parents. Isadora's instincts were not often
wrong.
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