“Hello?” a familiar voice said.
“Maureen,” I responded with relief.
“Jack! What the heck is happening? One minute we’re in custody as enemies of the people, the next we’re told we can walk,” Mo-bot said.
“I don’t have time to explain,” I said. “I’m in the central control station of the FORCE Command Center and I need to know how to shut down the system before it goes online.”
“How long do we have?” Mo-bot asked, her voice coming alive with urgency.
“Ninety seconds,” I replied.
“Tell me what you can see,” she said.
“There’s a countdown on the central console,” I replied. “And beside it is a visual display of the satellite link-up. It’s showing the communication relays coming into alignment.”
“You need to activate a command window,” Mo-bot said. “Press control-alt-T.”
I did as instructed, and a black window appeared with a flashing cursor.
“I’m going to assume you’re through any security protocols,” Mo-bot said.
“Kavanagh had to get past them to activate the system,” I responded.
“Good,” Mo-bot remarked. “I want you to type GREP, leave a space, then type period EXE,” she said. “And then hit return.”
I punched in the command, and a list of programs populated the window. The countdown went through the sixty-second mark.
“What can you see?” Mo-bot asked.
“A
list of programs,” I replied.
“Those are the programs the network is currently running,” Mo-bot revealed. “This won’t be elegant, and it’s going to cause millions of dollars of damage, but needs must. I want you to type RM dash ALL.”
I did what she said, but I sensed sudden movement behind me, and was horrified to see Kavanagh force herself to her feet and wrestle the pistol from Dinara’s grasp
The Russian operative brandished the gun menacingly.
“Step away from the machine!”
CHAPTER 116
I HAD NO doubt Kavanagh would shoot me if I moved. The only thing keeping me alive was the possibility I might shut down the system with my dying breath if she took the shot while I was standing by the console. I stayed put as the countdown cycled through thirty seconds.
“Move!” Kavanagh yelled.
Dinara had been caught off guard by the injured woman’s speed and agility, but she quickly regrouped and knocked Kavanagh’s arm out of the way and moved in to tackle her.
“Jack, you have to stop this thing,” I heard Mo-bot say as I put the phone down on the console, but the program wasn’t my primary concern anymore. I had to help Dinara.
As the two women struggled for control of the gun, it went off, and a bullet tore through a nearby server rack. I ran toward the scuffle and grabbed hold of Kavanagh. Dinara punched her in the face, dazing her. I yanked the pistol out of Kavanagh’s hand and Dinara and I stepped clear of the formidable, vicious Russian agent.
‘Stop!’ I shouted, but Kavanagh came straight for me, so I pulled the trigger and shot her in the left leg.
She gave a guttural cry of anger as she went down.
“Here,” I said, tossing Dinara the pistol. “Keep her covered.”