Free Last Stand (The Survivalist Book 7) by Arthur Bradley Page B

turned to leave.
    “Oh, I almost forgot,” she said, turning back. “After the meeting adjourned, I saw Dr. Green having a private conversation with General Reed.”
    “Who?”
    “General Richard Reed.”
    Pike shook his head. While he didn’t know the name of every high ranking military officer, he knew most of them.
    “Perhaps you know him by his nickname, Chappie?” Her lips curled into a snarl, as if even saying his name caused a sudden case of indigestion.
    “The general responsible for our airfield?”
    “That’s right.”
    Pike rubbed his chin, thinking. “Do you know what they were talking about?”
    “I can’t say for sure, but it seemed quite personal.”
    “Personal? As in romantic?”
    “Maybe. Can you imagine? Reed is the rudest, most unrefined man I’ve ever met.” Her eyes moved up and down Pike, like she was sizing him for a suit. “Not at all like you, Mr. President.”
    Yumi stomped forward with her fists balled, and Pike abruptly stepped between them as he reached for the doorknob.
    A broad smile came over Lemay’s face.
    “And a gentleman as well.”
    “Would you do me a favor, Ms. Lemay?”
    “Brenda, please.”
    He smiled. “Brenda. Could you make it a point to keep an eye on Dr. Green?”
    Lemay raised an eyebrow. “You think she’s up to something?”
    He gently swung the door open.
    “I don’t know that I’d go that far, but I would feel better knowing what’s going on. Do you think you could do that for me, off the record as it were?”
    She leaned in very close, brushing her cheek against his.
    “Mr. President, I would do anything for you. Anything.” Before he could reply, she stepped back, offered one last wink, and left the room.
    Pike slowly closed the door, his mind racing with possibilities. What the hell were Chappie and Dr. Green up to? Could it have something to do with the bunker?
    “You might as well have bent her over the desk,” snarled Yumi. “Go ahead, ask her back. I’ll wait.”
    Frustrated, he pushed past her. “Calm down.”
    “Or perhaps you’d prefer to do her right here on the couch,” she said, slapping the leather.
    “Are you mad?”
    “You’re the one seeing ghosts, honey.”
    He flopped down in his chair.
    “Lemay’s a spy, nothing more.”
    Yumi crossed her arms. “I don’t believe you.”
    “Come here,” he said, patting his lap, “and I’ll prove it.”
    She walked slowly toward him, her sensuous hips swaying from side to side.
    “I’m not even sure that you love me anymore,” she said with a pout.
    “Of course I love you. You’re everything to me. You know that.”
    She swung a leg over and straddled him.
    “Prove it.”
    “How?”
    “When this thing with the bunker is over, get rid of that bitch. I don’t ever want to see her ugly face again.”
    “She’s a congresswoman, for God’s sake.”
    “I don’t care what she is.”
    “I can’t smother her with a pillow, if that’s what you’re suggesting. People would ask questions, and besides, we’re trying to get out from under all this killing.”
    “Then send her away to rot in some dark hole.”
    There was a fierceness in Yumi’s eyes that frightened Pike. They both knew that she held the ultimate power over him, the ability to disappear.
    “Fine. Once this is over, you’ll never see Lemay’s face again.”
    “Promise?”
    “Even if I have to throw her into a wood chipper myself.”
    Yumi smiled and leaned in to kiss him.
    “I love it when you talk dirty.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Don’t forget who keeps you sane, lover.”
    He closed his eyes, enjoying the soft tickling of his scalp and the warm press of her breasts against his chest.
    “I would never forget that,” he breathed. “Never.”

Chapter 7  
     
     
    With its stately colonial design, vibrant gardens, and tall white portico columns, the main entrance to The Greenbrier looked a lot like the White House, only bigger. Much, much bigger.
    “This place would give