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men would not call Smith and Garcia. Not everybody could be as kind as Reg.
    He waited until he felt his heart rate go down and then checked the corner again. He shrunk back, with his heart beating in his throat. This time, a woman in a nurse’s uniform had come from another door and moved through the sliding doors.
    He waited again and when she was gone, he ran. He ran as quickly as he could toward the entrance of the football stadium.
    The gates of the stadium were open and he dashed through them. Immediately he saw the tunnel coming from beneath the stands and he raced across the field, into the tunnel. He saw the referees’ changing room and an equipment shack. Behind those were the players’ changing rooms. The elevator was supposed to be behind it. He walked past those doors, now more at ease.
    Then he heard someone running across the field. He gasped in shock when he heard it and turned around to look down the tunnel. A man was there, a man he did not recognize. He pulled the gun from his belt and pointed it at the man. The man stopped and raised his hands. Akhmed slowly began to walk backwards, glancing to his side. He saw the door of the service elevator now. Slowly he walked backwards until he was level with it. He held the gun in one hand as he pushed the button. The doors immediately opened and he jumped inside the lift.
     
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    Wes ran toward the elevator, but the doors closed just as he got there. He swore. This armed man must have been the alleged terrorist, and now he was gone. In his mind, he tried to find out where this elevator went, but he could not remember. Maybe Dave or Joy would know.
    He strolled back toward the hospital and found Dave and the nurse waiting. She went down with them to see Joy. She had not gone down earlier for fear of what might be there and in the knowledge that nobody there could have survived. Instead, she had been helping to treat patients on the floors close to the hospital; people who suffered from ruptured eardrums and broken bones. There were a lot of terrible injuries on many of the decks. Only the two top decks seemed to have remained relatively injury free. Apart from poor doctor Luciano Sylvio and his ‘patient’, that was.
    It seemed Wes noticed the smile on the nurse’s face when she mentioned the late doctor. Even she could not stop herself from laughing at that, too.
     
     
    Chapter Twelve
     
    “Wake the fuck up!” Smith kicked at Garcia’s chair.
    He was agitated beyond anything Garcia had seen yet.
    “What the fuck?!” Garcia demanded of him, quickly rising to his feet.
    “You were fucking sleeping!” Smith was fuming.
    “Well, I have been up for twenty-four hours!” Garcia snipped at him. “And I don’t use any magic white powder to keep going!”
    That was a low blow and Smith rammed his fist into Garcia’s stomach. Garcia doubled up, but recovered quickly enough to drive his fist into Smith’s groin. Smith gasped in pain and recoiled.
    “Why don’t you go look for some blow you idiot!” Garcia roared at him. “At least then you’ll be able to fucking function again!”
    Smith did not reply. For the first time, his bravado had left him and he almost looked ashamed of his dependence. Then he reached for his phone and pulled up a text message. He held the phone up for Garcia.
    “San Diego office said the coffee girl got a call from him.”
    Garcia breathed deeply and righted himself again. He did not take the phone, but asked Smith about the message instead.
    “They got a ping from the NSA. Went to the FISA courthouse to get a warrant half an hour ago. They should have the NSA recording and making an analysis within the next half-hour.”
    “I thought we had a tap on his phone?” Garcia frowned as he asked the question.
    “We do, but I don’t think it’s working. Most phones will not be able to connect with this fire going on. The call wasn’t from his phone either, just that they pinpointed the origination from ‘The