Hostage Zero by John Gilstrap

feel the warmth of the sun on his neck, feel the chill of the water on his toes. Those sensations were every bit as real as the slowing heart rate and the regulated breathing. He’d broken the wave before it could break him. He’d won, and he was proud for it.
    “Are you okay?”
    It was Jeremy. He’d climbed off his chair and taken a position on his haunches in front of Harvey. The touch of the kid’s hand on his shoulder brought him back from the lake.
    “Are you okay?” Jeremy asked again.
    Harvey inhaled deeply through his nose and blew it out as a silent whistle. It steadied him. The panic was gone.
    “You and I have some serious thinking to do, young man,” he said.

C HAPTER E IGHT
    “I’m setting up a breaching charge,” said Boxers’ voice in Jonathan’s ear.
    The framed explosives that the big guy had brought along would make easy work of the security doors, but not without leaving an unholy mess. Jonathan wanted to say no, but things were looking grim. “Fine,” he said. “But don’t blow anything until I give the command.” They were here to free one prisoner, not a whole jail.
    “What the hell is going on?” Jimmy Henry demanded. He looked terrified, fully ready to join the other side. “And who do you keep talking to?”
    Jonathan ignored him. “Mother Hen, speak to me,” he said.
    “It’s bad,” Venice said. He could hear the computer keys clacking in the background. “They figured out what we’re doing, and they’re trying to stop us. So far, they’re as locked in as you are, but that won’t last long. Once you’re out, you’re going to have to move fast.”
    As if I were planning to dawdle, he didn’t say.
    The lock buzzed, and Jonathan pushed Jimmy Henry ahead of him through the open door into the hallway. He pushed him to the left, toward the fire door, but as he glanced behind him, he saw a living mural of faces pressed against the reinforced glass of the central security station. He knew none of them, but there was no mistaking their desire to kill him.
    Jonathan tried to move his precious cargo faster, but the shackles limited the kid to baby steps. They were five feet from the fire door when the security station door slammed open down the hall behind him and released a tidal wave of five pissed-off guards.
    “You!” one of them shouted. “Stop!”
    “They’re coming!” Jimmy shouted.
    “I see that,” Jonathan growled. “Mother?”
    “I’ve got it,” she said, and the fire-door lock buzzed.
    “Don’t be stupid!” a guard yelled.
    Jonathan threw open the door and hurled Jimmy Henry through the opening with enough force to send him sprawling on the linoleum. He slipped through, and pressed himself against the door till he heard the lock slide home, a heartbeat before the wave of guards slammed into it from the other side.
    “Too close,” Jonathan said. But in the instant he dedicated to making eye contact with them, he noticed with great relief that none of them were armed with guns. He wasn’t surprised, given all the things that could go wrong by having a firearm in the presence of hardened criminals, but he was definitely relieved.
    Now they were one-third of the way to freedom, trapped in a box in the middle of the cell block. All around them, inmates who’d been awakened by the commotion pressed against the rectangular windows in their cell doors, screaming profanity or words of encouragement. Just as Deputy George had predicted, the residents of the Basin Jail did not appreciate being awakened out of a sound sleep.
    That’s why you have locks on the doors .
    His own smartass comment returned to his mind without warning. “Holy shit,” he said. “Hey Mother, I have an idea.”
    “Not now,” she snapped. Again, he heard the furious tapping of computer keys in the background.
    “Unlock the doors,” he said. “All of them. Cell doors, too. It’ll give the guards more to do.”
    He correctly interpreted the silence he got in return as her