I will splinter the CIA into a thousand pieces and scatter it to the wind. —John F. Kennedy.

The elevator landed with a sickening thud and threw Jamison and Darrow up in the air. Legs akimbo, Darrow landed on top of the unfortunate senior British agent. Pressed against the glass elevator bottom, Jamison found himself face to face with the metallic snake.

He tried to move and grunted in pain. "Get the fuck off me." The Senior Operative tasted copper in his mouth. He wiped blood from the side of his face. When he tried to move, he discovered his ankle had painfully twisted under a portion of the elevator's metal grid. "I'm stuck—get me the out of here."

Through the glass bottomed transport, they saw THEMIS had been impaled by the diamond shaped crystal point of the elevator's undercarriage. The snake's mouth slowly opened and closed as if it was gasping for air. A stab of regret pierced Darrow as he watched as the blue eyes dimmed until they were blackened orbs in the snake's face. He grabbed Jamison's arm and helped him to his feet. "We need to move. We have less than ten minutes to clear this area."

They both hesitated as the lights flickered and went out. CENTIEN's massive hydro power perpetual waterfall stopped. Eerie spotlights lights came on as CENTIEN's backup generator powered on. Darrow draped Jamison's arm over his shoulder and helped the man hobble to CENTIEN's parking garage. He leaned him against the Tesla then opened to car's Falcon wing doors.

"Get in." He shoved Jamison into the passenger seat.

Darrow jumped in and powered up the car. Tires squealed as he headed for the exit. "Where are we going?"

Sweat beaded Jamison's forehead. "Just get us the hell out of this building before the payload hits."

Darrow sped out of CENTIEN's underground garage. He didn't slow down as he approached the security gate. The Tesla ripped the chain link fencing as the gates burst open. Both men gave a sigh of relief as the darkened monolith grew smaller in his rear-view mirror. Half the building was lit with emergency lights reminding the long-haired agent of pictures of the fatally damaged Titanic as she sunk.

"It's a shame the kinetic strike will obliterate all of Sinclair's experimental technology. We could have reverse engineered his research and weaponized it."

Jamison held up the titanium casing containing Raymond's IPhone. "This is all the technology we need. Do you think what's left of the earth's population is going to need personal devices?" He laughed. "What we have planned for the world will make the dark ages look like the bloody Renaissance."

They navigated the busy downtown traffic and headed for the highway. Jamison remembered his British manners. "We made it, thanks to you, Darrow. Good work." He looked over and smiled at the double agent." You're going to get a promotion when we get back to headquarters. Right now, we'll head to Weapons Station Earl in New Jersey. They'll be able to cut the box open with a thermal laser. Those things cut through titanium like butter."

Darrow stared straight ahead as he drove. "I don't want a promotion—I want my life back." He remembered the altruistic vows he'd taken as a young recruit. "Give me the porn you're blackmailing me with as we agreed. CENTIEN and everyone in it is already dead. I don't own you or Casper anything else."