“Tied up? What— Never mind. We’re on our way.”

“Hurry.” He hung up. The sky was darkening, the shadows thickening. He moved again to the door and peered back in the window.

Tae still lay on her side. The man who’d hit her sat at a bench, in front of a laptop, the light illuminating his face. He was clean-shaven and wore what looked like a uniform. Dark hair, dark eyes, lean face. . .

Wait. The man looked Russian.

The missing Petrov.

And then it clicked.

Drones. Aerosolized S-poxR.

And the forecast called for more rain.

Aw— Colt crouched near the entrance, thinking. No weapon, just his bare hands, but that was enough. She was all the way in the back of the hangar, and a glance inside said Tae still wasn’t moving.

He stalked out to the Thunderbird, his pulse hammering.

Ranger and Dodge burst out of the darkness, breathing hard.

“What’s going on?” Ranger said.

As if in answer, the large door to the hangar opened.

The men stepped back into the shadows of the plane.

Night had fallen, a blanket of heat and darkness, the lights in the stadium not enough to breach the outer areas. But enough for Colt to again make out the hundred or so drones the size of oversize shoeboxes that sat on the floor of the hangar like so many buzzing insects, ready to deploy, their lights blinking patriotic colors.

“What are those?” Dodge whispered.

“Drones,” Colt said. “For the light show.”

“I don’t get it.”

“It’s the S-poxR,” Ranger said, because clearly he’d figured it out. “The last canister. I’ll bet those drones are armed with the virus.”

“If they deploy the pox, it will infect everyone watching.”

“Disney World.” Dodge’s gaze lifted to the park, some half mile away. “Even if the pox disperses, the rain could carry it over.”

“And if not, what are the odds that at least some of these families are headed to any one of the Disney resorts in the area? They get infected and it’s all over. You saw the contagion rate,” Ranger said.

So much for the happiest place on earth.

“Pete was right,” Ranger continued.

The lights in the hangar flicked on.

“What’s Tae doing in there?” Dodge asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe she figured it out,” Colt said. “He hit her.”

Ranger shot him a look. “Put it aside, Colt. Focus.” He turned back to the building. “We need to get those overhead lights out and shut down this show.”

“Agreed,” Colt said. “They’re fluorescent. One shot takes an entire fixture down.”

“What, you going to pull out your slingshot, David?” Dodge gave him a look.

“Or we find an electrical box to the building.” Ranger turned to Colt. “Is there another way in?”

“Maybe there’s another door around the back?”

“Go,” Ranger said to Dodge. “And if you see an electrical box—”