THE AGENTS SEARCHED the corpses and took ammunition and weapons, or anything important that was with them. Three casualties left the group even weaker. While one of them searched for something in the jacket of a dead comrade, he glanced at Tommy Leone briefly and said gravely:
— Thank you.
— Anything for the country, right? — Tom replied sarcastically, as he adjusted the handcuffs on his wrists.
Now there were only four of the agents who accompanied the President left. The situation was getting more and more complicated, and they realized that they were still susceptible to losing control of themselves, due to the disturbance caused by that sound. Although to a lesser extent, everyone still felt some kind of side effect of that cursed noise, whether it was a headache, dizziness or hallucinations.
The only option, however, was to keep moving forward.
THEY REACHED THE ROOF. On the horizon that could be seen between the huge New York buildings, a shadow was coming to show that the helicopter was already approaching the location. They were studying where it would be best to land, as there were many ventilation pipes and exhaust fans that would hinder the procedure. Even so, Greg, Floyd, Kenan and the agents were very excited to finally put an end to this terrible episode.
While they were getting ready, Tommy decided to speak up:
— Hey! I think you can take off those handcuffs now!
The men were clearly ignoring him.
— That's right, ignore me, but I saved you down there! — he protested in his clumsy way, but without success in convincing them.
— How troublesome! — he grumbled.
Katherine just kept him company, quietly, trying to absorb the events she had witnessed. She hadn't seen the whole story, as she wasn't at the event when the attack happened; she had only heard from her office the loud noise produced by the attack and people giving in to hallucinations and other effects. Seeing that even President Kenan was in such a critical state left her filled with fear and terror.
A military helicopter approached the building. After a brief moment of detours to try to land, the pilot skillfully positioned the aircraft in the small space available. A man in a suit, tall and burly, with a broad chin and very light hair, waved from the door, calling them to board, with one foot on the skid.
— Come on, Mr. President! — said Floyd Kenagan, pulling him to lead him to the vehicle.
They both headed towards the aircraft, escorted by two agents, passing through the many exhausts and pipes that traced a path across the roof. Beside the man who was waving, two other men, in uniform, were watching everything in a surveillance position, with their light automatic rifles in their hands.
Floyd went ahead, bringing Kenan right behind him, followed by Greg and the agents who accompanied them on the sides. A few meters before they reached the bird, he could hear a strange dialogue between the soldiers through their communicators:
"Is that really him?"
"Recognition positive, sir."
"Permission to execute."
"Positive."
Floyd Kenagan stopped in his tracks and stared at one of the soldiers. As soon as he looked, he saw one of them raise the sights of his assault rifle towards them.
This is a trap!