He looked at her incredulously. “Another way into an Atlas missile site? Doesn’t tha
t sort of defeat the purpose?”
“I didn’t say it had always been there. Maybe whoever bought it made another entrance somehow,” pointed out Reel.
Robie pulled out his phone.
“What are you doing?” asked Reel.
“Trying to find a back door.”
He phoned the Agency again and made his request.
When he clicked off Reel said, “You think another entrance is possible then?”
He looked around. “I think anything in this godforsaken place is possible.”
Ten minutes later his phone buzzed. Robie listened, asked a few questions, and then clicked off. He turned to Reel. “Let’s go find Blue Man.”
Chapter
62
“AN ABANDONED ROCK quarry?” said Reel. “I didn’t know they even quarried rock here.”
They were hunched down in the darkness, staring at the quarry on the west side of the former Atlas missile site perhaps owned by Scott Randall. Reel had her sniper rifle slung over one shoulder and a small duffel over the other.
Robie said, “The Rockies aren’t that far away. And while this area is pretty flat, there are elevated portions. We passed that ridge right before we got there. So there’s got to be lots of deposits of rock around here. That quarry is really deep, but there’s an access road around its top lip and also a road to get there. Let’s go.”
They made their way toward the top edge of the quarry site and looked around.
“Lots of ‘no trespassing’ signs,” said Robie.
“Not that anyone would want to come up here.”
“Which probably makes it ideal if you’re doing something illegal.”
“How do we tell if this is the right place?” asked Reel.
In answer, Robie stooped, rubbed his hand across the rocky ground, and then sniffed it. He held it up for Reel to smell.
“Same chemical odor,” she observed. “Must be from whatever they were using here at the quarry.”
“Look at your shoes.”
He hit her shoes with his flashlight.
“Like the residue I took from the boots at Randall’s place.”
Robie nodded and rose. “So that means those guys came here. The Agency satellite zoomed in on this place as a possibility when I told them about the chemical smell and the sort of soil residue we were talking about. The quarry was the only place in the area that might fit that criteria, they concluded.”
“But they couldn’t find an entrance?”
“No. But it would be well hidden, since that’s the whole point.”
“What do you think they’re doing in there?”
“I have no idea, but I intend to find out.”
He pulled out his gun, and using a flashlight he’d taken from the truck, he moved forward with Reel on his right flank.
The darkness was made complete by low-level clouds, which managed to fully obscure a three-quarter moon.
They had moved about fifty yards forward when Robie’s light hit on something. “There have been vehicles over here,” he said, pointing down at the slight ruts in the dirt.
“Well, they must be heading somewhere then,” replied Reel.
They followed the ruts past a small stand of trees.
“Robie, somebody’s cleared this area enough to run this ‘road’ through here.”
Robie nodded and looked around. “And I doubt anyone would even notice, because there’s no reason to come here.”
Another hundred feet in they cleared the trees, stopped, and knelt down. Robie powered up his optics and took a look around. A few moments later he said, “Son of a bitch.”
“What is it?”
He pointed into the darkness. “There’s a rock wall a hundred feet down there. And there’s a damn door built right into it.”
“Let me have a look.”
He slipped her the optics and she saw what he had.
Robie said, “This is the other end of that ridge we passed. Most of this area is flat, but they have these elevated portions, too.” He shined his light on the ground. “And the vehicle tracks run all the way here.”
Reel added, “Okay, if my geography is right this ridge backs onto the eastern edge of the Atlas silo facility.”
“I think you’re spot-on.”
“That door has to be really secure, Robie. And maybe monitored.”
“They might already know someone is here,” he said.
“So do we stealth it or do a bull run?”
Robie said firmly, “I don’t like bull runs.”
“Well, neither do I. I like as much intel as possible before I commit myself.”
“So where do we get intel from? Unless the Agency’s satellite can look through rock I don’t think they’ll be much help.”
“What about Derrick Bender?” said Reel.
“You think he knows something about this?”
“If he knows about the door he might be in on whatever’s going on in there. But I don’t think he is. He was genuinely pissed about what happened to Malloy. And he seemed totally surprised when we told him what had happened to Luke and Holly.”
“But how can he help us?” said Robie.
“He gives us a third gun and the weight of the law.”
“The weight of the law apparently means jack shit here.”
“And he can give us some local information. Maybe about how this door can hook up with the Atlas missile site.”
Robie thought about this in silence for a few long moments. “But just him. We don’t need the state police charging up here. For all we know they’ll screw everything up or else get us all killed.”
“And their response time in the past hasn’t been exactly stellar. By the time they got here, we might be ready for retirement.”
“You want to call him?”
“No, you do it,” replied Robie.
“Why me?”
“He likes you better.”
“Okay, but just so you know, I haven’t slept with the guy.”
Chapter
63
TO HIS CREDIT Bender didn’t ask many questions when Reel called him on his cell phone. He said he would be on his way in a few minutes after Reel told him exactly where they were located.
Robie kept a watch on the door with his optics while Reel went back down the road to await Bender’s arrival.
One hour later Robie heard someone coming. As they rounded a slight bend and came into full view, Robie relaxed the grip on his gun. He stepped out so Bender and Reel could see him, noting that Bender had a shotgun with him along with his sidearm.