the First Rule (2010) (23 page)

Hey, man, I just work here.

His friend smiled stupidly, incredulous.

Dude. Are you robbing us?

The counter kid glared lasers at the friend.

Shut up before you get us killed.

Civilians, or so far out of the loop they might as well have been.

Six pumps, twelve skimmers, eight keypads rigged to steal PIN numbers. Pike figured they knew the pumps were rigged, or knew enough to guess, but neither tried to interfere. Pike was gone in seven minutes, and met up with Cole and Stone at the Studio City park.

When Stone saw the number of skimmers Pike had collected, he whistled.

Man, we should bill LAPD for this.

They killed the next two hours at Cole's house, then rolled down through the canyons to Hollywood. Super Star Service was located on a seedy part of Western Avenue, just north of Sunset. It was smaller than the Tarzana station, having only four pumps split between two pump islands, and shared its property with a taco stand. The stand was doing a vigorous business.

As Pike waited for Cole and Stone to recon the area, it occurred to him this was their last target. If Darko's enforcers didn't show, they would have to come up with something else. That's when Cole spoke in his ear.

Well, Joseph, I think we have company.

What do you see?

Dark blue Navigator parked across the street and a silver BMW alongside a little taco stand they have here.

Stone's voice came in.

I make two men in the Beemer, and at least two in the Nav.

Pike said, What about the station personnel?

Cole again.

One male at the counter, but he's nothing like the last kids. This guy's all sharp corners. I don't think you get out of the car this time.

No?

These boys are ready. I don't know if they'll try to take you here or follow you out, but I say we don't give them the chance. Come in. Let them see you. Then leave. Make them follow you. Don't give them another choice.

Rog. I'm rolling.

Pike slipped his .357 from its holster, and set it between his legs.

Pike approached the station slowly, seeing both the Navigator and the BMW in his peripheral vision without looking directly at them. They had to believe he did not suspect they were waiting.

Elvis said, Looking good.

Stone echoed him.

All good.

Pike eased into the station, but stopped short of the pumps. He counted to ten, then slowly turned back to the street and out into traffic. He didn't speed away, didn't punch it, and never once looked in his mirror.

Cole said, Here we go. Nav's pulling out.

Pike glanced in his rearview and saw the dark blue Navigator swing through a hard one-eighty, looping into the gas station and out, jumping into traffic four or five cars behind him. The BMW followed the Navigator, cutting across oncoming traffic as the oncoming cars jammed their brakes and fired off their horns.

Stone said, Groovy. This is gonna be like shooting fish, bro.

Pike's mouth twitched.

Shoot them later. Right now, watch them.

PIKE DIDN'T WANT THEM to realize he knew they were behind him, so he didn't speed up when he decided to lose them, he slowed down. Pike led them into a bottleneck where construction had forced three lanes of traffic into two. When Pike popped out the other side, they were trapped by the quicksand of congestion. Pike simply drove away, and waited at a nearby IHOP.

A few minutes later, Cole reported.

The one dude jumped out and chased after you on foot. That didn't work so well.

What are they doing?

They split up. I'm with the Navigator, northbound on Vine. Jon's with the Beemer.

Stone said, Beemer's north on Gower. We're probably heading for the same place.

Pike said, I'll catch up.

This was what Pike wanted. The authority men had sent the enforcers, and now the enforcers had to explain how they blew it. They would lead Pike to an authority man, and might even lead him to Darko.

Pike caught sight of Stone's Rover at the bottom of Laurel Canyon, just as it turned past a pair of pretentious Greek columns to enter the Mount Olympus planned development.

Cole, three cars ahead of Stone and already climbing the side of the canyon, called again to warn that their caravan would stand out in the residential neighborhood.

Cole said, I'm approaching a construction site here on the right. Let's dump two of these cars.

Rog.

Pike sped up, trying to close the distance. He and Cole left their cars at the construction site and jumped into Stone's Rover. Stone barreled away, hurrying to make up lost ground before they lost their targets.

Palatial homes of dubious architecture lined the steep streets, none of them worthy of the Greek gods the streets were named for. Mount Olympus led to Oceanus, then to Hercules and Achilles. They climbed hard, catching glimpses of the cars they followed higher on the mountain.

They reached the crest of the ridge, rounded a tight curve, and saw the Navigator and Beemer parked outside a dark gray home on the downhill side of the street. The cars were empty, suggesting the occupants were inside the house. Like every other home in Mount Olympus, the house was set on the curb with almost no setback. Low-slung and contemporary, the face of the house was a windowless, monolithic wall with a buffed-steel entry and a matching three-car garage. Gates and walls on either side of the house blocked any view to the rear.

Stone said, Darko, baby. I can smell him.

Drive past, and drop me in front of the next house.

Jon slowed enough for Pike to slide out. Pike glanced at the surrounding houses to see if anyone was watching, but all of the homes were still, and closed to the world.

Pike walked back to the gray house's mailbox and found a thin stack of magazines and envelopes. He shuffled through, and saw that everything was addressed to someone named Emile Grebner.

Pike returned the mail, then set off after the Rover. It had turned around at the far intersection and was waiting at the curb.

As he walked, Pike phoned George Smith. George recognized the incoming number this time, and answered right away.

My friends tell me you're a one-man wrecking crew.

Your KGB friends?

Odessa is loving this. One of the brothers has a competing service station business with Mr. Darko's operation.

I'm not doing this for Odessa.

It never hurts to be liked, my friend.

What does the KGB know about Emile Grebner?

Grebner,

George thought for a moment.

If this is the same Grebner, he works with Darko, yes. I do not recall his first name.

An authority man?

George laughed.

That's what they call them. You'll be speaking Serbian soon. Maybe Russian.

Meaning Grebner and Darko are tight?

Darko will have three or four like Grebner, each running three or four cells of their own down at the street level, the people who do the crime. Secrecy is everything with people from our part of the world, my man. They may not even know each other.

The old KGB and Communist Party had been organized the same way as far back as Lenin, and Pike knew the earliest Soviet gangs had adopted the same system when the Party tried unsuccessfully to put them out of business. The Soviet gangs had outlasted the old Party members, and had spread their system throughout Eastern Europe and, now, America.

A cell system.

Yes. Like these gas stations you hammered, they're probably Grebner's responsibility, so you're his problem to handle. Is that how you know him? He sent people for you?

That's how I know him.

Pity for them.

Pike put away his phone as he reached the Rover.

Stone said, Casa Darko?

Not Darko.

Pike slipped into the Rover, and filled them in on what he had learned from George Smith. As he went through it, the front door opened and the two big men from the Navigator came out. They didn't look happy, with the guy in front bitching out his friend, probably blaming him for their troubles. The Navigator squealed away in a wide, screaming U-turn.

Stone laughed.

I guess those boys need their assholes stitched.

Pike said, How many were in the Beemer, Jon?

Two. Coupla pussies. I could tell by the way they drove.

Stone said things like that.

Pike wondered if Darko was holed up with Grebner. Pike thought this unlikely, but knew it was possible. There might be only one or two men inside, but there could be a dozen, or a family with children.

Cole said, So what are we going to do?

Take a look. Me and you. Jon, you're outta here. Let us know if some one comes.

As Cole and Pike slipped out, Stone said, Want the M4? It's ideal for urban assault.

Cole frowned at Stone.

You have an M4?

Shit, yeah, man. Suppressed. Frangible bullets so you don't kill a buncha people in the next house. Straight from the Delta Armory.

Cole looked at Pike.

Is he kidding?

Let's go.

Pike jogged away, and Cole fell in behind him. They slowed as they neared the house, then lingered at the nearest side gate to let a car pass. Neither spoke, and neither needed to. Pike had been on missions as long as a week, and never uttered a word.

Pike went over first. He landed softly, then slipped along the side of the house without waiting. When he reached the corner, Cole was at his shoulder.

The backyard was small, but designed for sophisticated entertaining, with an outdoor bar, cabana seating around an elevated fire pit, and an infinity pool that stretched into space. The view past the pool encompassed the entire Los Angeles basin from downtown to the Pacific, and south all the way to Long Beach. The waterline at the edge of the pool seemed to simply stop, hanging at the edge of the sky. Views like this were why they called the development Mount Olympus.

Pike heard the steady drone of faraway voices, and realized he was hearing the television. ESPN, someone going on about the Lakers.

Cole touched Pike's shoulder, and pointed. The service walk ran behind the bar to an area walled off for the pool equipment. Cole touched his shoulder again, then pointed at his own eyes, telling Pike the pool equipment would be a good vantage point.

Pike slipped past the bar to the pool, and squeezed in behind the pool equipment. Cole joined him a moment later.

The entire back of Emile Grebner's house was open. Floor-to-ceiling glass sliders had been pushed into pockets, erasing the line between inside and out, and opening the house to air and light. Two younger men and a shorter, bulky man in his fifties were in the living room, but none of them were Michael Darko. The older man wore only baggy sweatpants cut at the knee, exposing a chest and back matted with gray hair. He was doing all the talking, so Pike decided he was Grebner. Grebner was angry, and making a big production of waving his hands.

One of the younger men made the mistake of speaking, and Grebner slapped him. The slap almost knocked him down, and the younger man scurried away. He came outside, where he lit a cigarette, and leaned against the bar. Sullen.

Grebner finally ran out of gas. He picked up a phone to make a call, and the other young man hurried into the kitchen. Grebner threw down the phone, then stalked into a bathroom off the living room. He slammed the door.

When the door slammed, the man at the bar held up his middle finger. Pike touched Cole, then pointed at the man in the kitchen, that man is yours. He touched himself, then pointed at the man by the bar, that one is mine.

Cole nodded, Pike returned his nod, and both moved without hesitation, Pike moving first to clear a path for Cole.

Pike slipped up behind the man at the bar, hooked his left arm around the man's neck, and lifted.

Pike said, Sh.

A shape flickered at the edge of Pike's peripheral vision as Cole passed, but Pike was focused on his target. The man struggled, but Pike lifted him higher, compressing the carotid artery to cut off the blood to his brain, and in a few seconds the man went to sleep. Pike laid him behind the bar, and bound his hands behind his back with a plasti-cuff.

Pike glimpsed Cole putting the other man down as he moved for the living room. He reached the bathroom and placed himself behind the door only a second before it opened, and Grebner stepped out.

Pike slapped him behind the right ear with the .357, and Grebner pitched forward. He hit the terrazzo hard on his hip, but didn't go all the way down, crabbing away on his ass until he bumped into the wall. Pike hadn't wanted him out. Pike wanted him awake.

Cole stepped out of the kitchen, glancing at Grebner but otherwise ignoring him.

I'll clear the house.