Free Deus Ex - Icarus Effect by James Swallow

the wide-eyed and credulous flying-saucer crowd, busy posting
    proofs that the moon was hollow or some other Twilight Zone crap. "You're not taking those mouth-breathers seriously?" The jitters were in
    her hand again, and she tightened her fingers, the nails digging into her palms.

    Denny chuckled. "Even a stopped clock is right twice a day, neh?"

    "Ever heard of the Tyrants?" Widow cocked her head.

    She shook her head. "I quit listening to the Top 40 the same time I stopped wearing a training bra. Talk to me!" Anna's temper flared again.
    She could feel her tolerance level dropping along with her focus.

    "They're a black-ops cartel," Denny offered. "No oversight, so it's said. Richer than shit. And hard-core, like you wouldn't believe. Stone killers
    through and through."

    "Glass Curtain have them linked to a bunch of spook house stuff," Widow explained. "Regime change. Political murder. Intimidation. Corporate
    assassination."

    The last phrase brought Anna up sharp. She thought about Dansky, there on the sidewalk. The killer going back to him, the second bullet placed
    to end his life instantly. She could feel the synchrony of the act in her mind's eye all over again. Everything Widow was saying fell into line with
    all the information Kelso's investigation had uncovered to date. It couldn't be a coincidence.

    The earthy taste in the back of her throat was strong and she wanted to make it go away. "I want all you can get me on them" she said.

    Widow smirked. "That'll cost extra."

    In the next second, the million-candlepower glare of a night sun blazed through the thin ballistic fabric of the dome's roof, turning the gloomy
    interior into a starkly lit arena filled with sharp-edged shadows. A booming voice resonated through her rib cage, broadcast from overhead.

    "This is the NYPD. Stay where you are. This area is under lockdown. As of this moment, all rights have been suspended" Beneath the words,
    she heard the familiar rising hum of sonic screamers winding up to discharge.

    Denny broke into a run, but Widow was red-faced and shouting. Anna lost her words in the building wall of sound, but she knew that the hacker
    was blaming her for this. She thought Kelso had brought the police here.

    Widow grabbed at her, knife-sharp nails emerging from the tips of the spidery fingers, but she punched her down, vaulting away through the
    panicked mass of the dome-dwellers as they ran about her. They tore up their decks from where they were mounted and yanked fists of
    glowing fiber-optic cable out of server farms, desperate to leave nothing behind that would incriminate.

    Anna had just as much reason to run as all the rest of them. She reached the dome wall and slashed a new exit for herself with the collapsible
    push-dagger that dangled from a lanyard about her neck. Falling out onto the deck of the Intrepid, she was deluged in the white glare;
    overhead, a pair of silent police blimps drifted in the breeze. Clusters of cameras, sensors, and guns were barely visible amid the drowning wash
    of hard light. Down on the river and on the shoreline, red and blue strobes came on. For one long moment, she found herself wondering if
    Widow was right—had she brought this with her?

    Kelso joined a throng of people running toward the old carrier's fantail just as the screamers went off. The wave of noise slammed into them and
    she fell as they did, her skin crawling with the burn of infrasonic sound.

    The cops came across the deck of the old warship in a line, heads concealed by the mirrored masks of riot helmets, webber guns and restraint
    dispensers in their hands.

    Sheremetyevo International Airport—Moscow—Russian Federated States

    The aircraft parked at a discreet hangar on the far edge of the airport, distant enough to be out of sight of any prying eyes. The fuselage
    currently displayed the livery of Skye Secure Aviation, a transport subsidiary of Belltower typically used for the transit of sensitive cargoes; it
    was