On the second floor Hatch had been watching the escape attempt unfold on the screens in front of him.
After the teens had been handcuffed and separated, the chief of security reported to Hatch. “The prisoners have been subdued, sir.”
“Well done, Mr. Welch,” he said. “Return them to their cell. Put the human boy in solitary confinement.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
Then Hatch’s secretary’s voice came over his phone. “Your call, sir.”
“Thank you.” He pushed the button again. “This is Hatch.”
The British voice sounded annoyed. “What do you need?”
“The BA money has made it into all the accounts. We’re filtering it through Switzerland and the Cayman Islands. Our Glow has been withdrawn from Dubai and relocated to our Italian compound. We’re ready to commence evacuation of the Pasadena facility.”
“What is the status of the Vey boy?”
“I’ve given him two days to pick a side. He’s got eighteen hours left.”
“And what side will he pick?” The voice was monotone but still managed to convey the intended threat.
“He’ll be with us. He has too much to lose.”
“I hope you’re right. About the relocation, the board is rightfully concerned that you follow protocol. We want no attention drawn to our move.”
“Of course. We’ll evacuate the children first, then we’ll drug and transport the GPs to our Lima facility. Our 727 will be sufficient for that. We’ll destroy all records and quietly renovate the building. We already have the city building permits, and our leasing company has legitimate tenants ready to occupy the facility—a private school.”
“Very well. Then I’ll see you in Rome in a few months.”
“I look forward to it. After the last month, it will be nice to relax a few days.”
“Just don’t plan on too much of it. We’re ready to launch phase two.”
