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Diana turned on the bed to peer at me as if searching for what to do.
“End the call,” I said again, and she did as I asked. “Dallas, time to go.”
He immediately jumped off the bed, then spun in a circle before sitting, clearly waiting for Diana to get up, too.
Rounding the bed, I went over to her and offered her my hand. She accepted my invitation of help without question, but I could tell there was something brewing in her brain.
She didn’t keep me waiting long. As soon as she was fully steady on her feet, she pulled her hand back and rested it on her hip. “What is it you know? What’s in Montana other than the second lab?”
“A bunker,” I revealed. “As in the bunker.”
This wasn’t just an EMP device our government decided to develop. No, the two labs existed because someone more than likely had already created a catastrophic EMP weapon, and America was on the chopping block to be their target.
That was why POTUS supported this project, even if he may not have liked going behind people’s backs to do it. He knew if the U.S. didn’t have something to threaten the enemy with—whoever they were—they’d deploy the weapon and end our country as we knew it. It was Cold War shit all over again. Peace through the threat of mutual annihilation.
Now our labs were destroyed, leaving a potentially new enemy with the ability to gain access to the weapon before America could. It was a nightmare, to say the least.
“What are you thinking but not saying?” she asked, reading me damn well.
“If America collapses, the politicians and the rich have an underground bunker to live out their days while they plan a way to make a comeback. I’m guessing our government has a reasonable belief we’re on the verge of that happening.”
“That’s real? Not Hollywood stuff?” I could see her drifting within the conversation even as her brain was still cycling over the details. “I mean, people have been saying cold fusion is mythical, but I didn’t let that stop me from believing. So, I guess a doomsday bunker is possible, too.”
“It’s real, and I know this because Rebecca was approached years ago. She was offered the opportunity to buy us a spot there for a just-in-case day.” They hadn’t told us the location or details since we’d turned down the offer, but the second POTUS said Montana, I knew that had to be where it was at.
“Ohhh.”
“I asked Rebecca to turn them down. Save myself while others die? Not happening.” The fact Rebecca could ever believe for a minute I’d do that was . . . well, she apparently hadn’t known me well, just like I hadn’t known her.
“That sounds like a you thing to say.”
“How do you know what I’d say?” I hadn’t meant to snap out those words, but I was on edge, tense, and for one of the first times in a long time—nervous.
“I just . . .” She swallowed, red traveling up her throat and into her cheeks. “Because energy doesn’t lie.”
Energy? Was that what this was?
“Does, um, this news mean things are worse than we thought?”
I stared at the floor, unable to tell her the truth. It means we might already be fucked.
31
DIANA
VILNIUS, LITHUANIA
Overprotective was an understatement. Carter’s behavior toward me was beyond vigilant. I didn’t have to hear him outside the bathroom to know he was there. Nor did I need X-ray vision to see through the door to know I’d find him there with arms folded, a shoulder resting against the doorframe, checking his watch every thirty seconds waiting for me to finish my second shower of the day.
The shower was needed after five hours on the road, most of it spent asleep with Dallas’s head on my lap.
Earlier that afternoon, we’d arrived at a two-story cottage home outside the capital of Lithuania. The cobblestone street had disappeared into farmland and dirt roads that eventually led us to our current destination.
How Carter happened to score us a romantic-looking getaway outside the city was beyond me. He must’ve arranged it all while I’d slept. I wasn’t even sure how we’d crossed the border without being stopped. The man was a mystery. Always had been, and most likely always would be.
What frustrated me was that we’d been at this cute little place for hours, Carter and his men busying themselves with work, and all they’d let me do was eat, sleep some more, and twiddle my thumbs in between petting Dallas.
The haze of the drugs had lifted, which meant the aches and pains had slipped in. Advil had replaced Sierra as my best friend. But maybe now that my head was clear, I could be useful if they’d let me try and help.
