"Thanks, I'm certain that'll be an issue."

"Everyone should put on their goggles then hold onto the straps," Randy indicated straps all around this area. "Make sure your weapons are strapped, too. Check each other to be sure. Even though we're low, when the hatch opens, there's going to be some backdraft."

Did the weapons check with Randy, who was in front of me, and Daniel, who was behind. We were all secure. Checked my purse which, body armor or no body armor, I still had over my neck. My skirt and pumps were gone as if they'd never been with me, but I had something in their place-Harlie and Poofikins. Poofs on Board made me feel a tad better.

As I thought this a third Poof arrived-Murphy, who was Jeff's special Poof. Harlie was supposedly his, but had bonded with me. But Murphy was definitely Jeff's Poof now. Interesting. Patted the Poofs. "Kitty's never mad at any of you." They all purred at me, which made me feel better and a little less upset with Jeff and the others.

We all got our goggles in place and hooked on just in time, because backdraft there was. Though it wasn't all that bad, it probably would have knocked me or Adriana down and possibly out. And it wouldn't have been fun on the eyes, either.

We were much more than a few feet over the roof, however. But my Six Million Dollar Men didn't hesitate. "Go!" Joe said, and he and Randy jumped. They whizzed down their cables just as they'd shown us how to do. But they were easily ten feet above the roof when the cables ran out.

Both guys flipped into somersaults in the air and landed on their feet in lovely cat-like crouches.

They stood up, turned around, and waved.

"We're up, Missus Martini," White shouted.

Nodded and we jumped onto our cables.

Couldn't pay attention to White because I was too focused on myself. I was whizzing down the cable a lot faster than I'd been prepared for-the end came a lot sooner, too. Tried to flip in the air like Joe and Randy had done, but didn't manage it. Sort of flailed around like I was trying to do the backstroke in the air, which probably looked hilarious.

Managed to tuck my head so when I landed I might not knock myself out. But I didn't hit hard-I hit White, landing right in his arms.

"Wow, you're impressing all the girls again, Mister White."

"It's what I do. I landed close to where it looked like you were going to hit. I must say, when you make Jeffrey suffer later, do tell him about this. But please make sure I'm far away."

Laughed as he put me down. "Yeah, this is normally Jeff's job. Wish I didn't feel like today he wouldn't have done it, though."

"Let's get through this raid, then we'll find out what really happened on their end of things. I'd imagine we'll understand once we know."

"Hope so. Or I'll go on a rampage, so, you know, fun times either way."

All the rest of the teams had absolutely no issue landing and were all on the roof by the time White had put me down and we'd finished bantering. Actively chose not to be bitter.

Joe indicated it was my show now. Made the "after you" sign. "You and Randy take point. You've had more experience. But I'll be right behind you."

"Please remember to keep a wary eye open for traps and such," White said to them and me as we all pulled our big guns off of our backs and I shifted into place behind Randy, White right behind me, clearly ready to yank me back if necessary.

Nodded, then Joe made the "moving out" and "be quiet" signals, and we started off at a trot. There was a doorway ahead of us, and Joe had us go to the right and left so we wouldn't be in the line of fire. Randy pulled the door open. "Clear!"

They headed in and downstairs and the rest of us followed, going quietly. Not for the first time, I was glad that I'd asked for and received jeans and Converse-there was no way I could have been quiet in pumps.

We reached the top floor, and Joe motioned to Daniel and Joshua. Those two took off at hyperspeed and were back quickly. "Clear," Daniel said. "Two sets of stairs heading down, both clear when we checked."

"Looks like a combination school and scientific think tank," Joshua added.

Joe nodded, and we headed for the nearest stairs down. Heard what I was pretty sure was the helicarrier landing as we did so.

Reached the ground floor and Daniel and Joseph zipped off again. This time they weren't as fast to come back.

"Found some security," Daniel said when they returned. "Subdued and contained. Left them near the main entrance, so we may want to move them."

"We found these on them." Joshua handed me some keycards and four walkie-talkies. Dumped them into my purse, doing my best not to disturb the Poofs in there.

"Any guess for who's running this place yet?" The keycards and walkies hadn't had any logos on them.

"Not yet," Daniel said. "We caught them unawares and they're knocked out, tied up, and gagged. We didn't do interrogations, but we can later if necessary."

"Okay, you guys and Luke and Marc-do fast searches of all the buildings you can access." Handed them the keycards back. "Only subdue if it's safe for you to do it. Otherwise, come back and we'll full-on raid. We'll be moving the prisoners."

The two Field teams took off. Joe led us to the front door, which was accessed through a long entry hallway. Took a look at our unconscious prisoners. No one looked familiar to any of us, and they just looked like normal guys doing security. They were dressed that way, too. If this was the NSA black site we all thought it was, these guys were definitely providing the Normal Person Camouflage.

The princesses dragged the bodies into a nearby office that Camilla indicated. "We need to give the fallback team a heads up if we're able to," Joe said. "They can't help us if they don't know what we're doing."

White nodded. "That will fall to me. Be right back. Start firing weapons if you need me sooner." He took off.

Looked around. Nothing exciting to see, though the goggles had adjusted to the fact that we had light. They did some interesting stuff, but nothing that mattered for what we were doing right now, unless I cared about how thick the walls here were, and currently I did not.

The Field teams were back shortly after White had left. "Nothing and no one," Marcus said. "Anywhere on the above-ground levels. We found a stairway leading to lower levels but figured you'd want the full team before we headed down."

"It's a think tank, I believe," Lucas said. "Classrooms, offices, rooms devoted to science and engineering."

"And so far it looks innocuous," Joshua added. "So let's hope you're right, Commander, because if not, we've attacked without provocation."

"I'd be a lot more worried about this if anyone could have found this place listed. That they couldn't means that I'm not wrong, but that they're really smart about hiding their real work here." I sincerely hoped.

"We checked what we could of the grounds as well," Daniel said. "Nothing of interest. There are three smaller buildings that were only accessible by going outside. Look like dormitories, but there's nothing in them to indicate that anyone's sleeping here right now."

White returned now, but he wasn't alone. Christopher was with him.

Who grinned at my shocked expression. "You didn't think I was going to stay hiding in the trees all the time, did you?" He nodded to the others. "Not here to cramp your style, and love the outfits, by the way, but I figured I'd be more useful on this team. Devon has things under control and they know that if one of us doesn't come back to them within thirty minutes, they signal the ship that they can't see but is on the roof and then they come in after us."

"We're dressed for a commando raid, thank you very much. But, to your point, let's not stand around talking. We've searched the entire complex and, other than four normal security guys that the team knocked out, there's no one and nothing." Considered asking Christopher if he wanted a weapon or body armor, then figured he was in the Armani Fatigues and probably felt that was all he needed.

Christopher's eyes narrowed. "Were all four at the main door or were they on patrol?"

"Guarding the door and entry hallway," Daniel said, as the others nodded. "And they were here on duty, not hanging out."

"Then there's something suspicious going on. If you only have four guards for a complex this size, they should be on different floors and areas. That they were here indicates they aren't guarding the complex so much as they're guarding the door."

"I'm so proud."

Received Patented Glare #1. Considered offering him a pair of goggles. "I was the Head of Imageering for over a decade before you ever met us, if you'd care to remember."

"Oh, I remember. You're just thinking like a sneaky human, and I call that some serious educational growth."

He rolled his eyes. "Thanks a lot. But, before we head off, I just wanted to tell you all what I already told the fallback team-I'm really thankful you're all okay." Christopher hugged all of us, one at a time. A-Cs liked group hugs, but there were too many of us do to one smoothly, and our armor, goggles, and weapons made a group hug far too unwieldy and probably dangerous.

"Thanks," I said as he hugged me. "Of course we're okay with no thanks to anyone else. And almost no one else seems to care."

"I know. They care, Kitty, though I can see how it didn't look that way to any of you. But they were frightened. And I understand why you're all upset."

"Probably not all of the reasons," Joe said, "For example, Randy and I aren't all right. In that sense."

"Technically we might be better," Randy said. "Only not fully human."

"What happened?" Christopher looked worried, then horrified, as I gave him the fast recap of the fun we'd been having. He hugged Joe and Randy again once he had the full story. "We'll figure out how to fix it."

Joe shrugged. "Right now, I still feel like me but I can do things I couldn't before."

Randy nodded. "Kitty's calling us her Six Million Dollar Men. I kinda like it."

Christopher looked blank.

Heaved a sigh. "It's a popular culture reference. I'm so not surprised you don't get it. But the guys are dealing and we need to roll because you gave Devon a timeline."

Christopher nodded and heaved his own sigh. "You're right, let's go see what's hiding in this facility."

CHAPTER 78.

CHRISTOPHER ACTUALLY zipped out to tell Devon when to start timing us, meaning we waited about a minute before he was back and we were able to start off again, this time heading for the staircase the Field agents had found.

There was only one stairway going down, and it was at the far end of this main building. Per Daniel they'd found elevators in every building, but none of them went underground and they'd tried the keycards in them, just in case.

"I'm going to mention that there being only one way down is suspicious."

"It is," Christopher agreed. "I checked the area out before I joined up with the other team. The insane asylum looks exactly like I imagine Hell looks like."

"I think it might be creepier."

"No argument. In addition to how the security team was stationed, the fencing all around this place really indicates something shady going on, since we checked and it's not a listed prison or similar. It's not listed as anything. Like James said, there's no record of any building like this being here. The only things listed on this part of the property are all part of the insane asylum. And no, I'm not going to make any jokes."

"Nice to see you've learned and matured. Fatherhood is good for you. But, let's be real-something this size didn't build itself."

"Again, no argument, but there's no record of it, meaning it's definitely a black site of some kind. By the way, I told Amy and Serene where I was going, but didn't check in with Jeff and the others. Mostly because I didn't want to be the messenger."

"I have no interest in their messages."

"I've never seen you this mad at Jeff, let alone Chuck, James, and Tim," Christopher said.

"I've never had them literally approve the arming of warheads aimed at me."

He nodded. "I don't think that's the real reason. But I understand."

"Do you?"

"Actually, yeah. You just got written off as helpless by four men whose lives you've saved more than once."

"Got it in one. I'm insulted for me and your dad, let alone for Mahin, Abigail, and Lizzie, that the assumption was that we were so incapacitated that they needed to instantly capitulate to terrorists."

That was it, in a nutshell. If I stopped to really consider it, I was still angry because I felt written off as helpless and I expected better from the guys I loved the most. Not the most mature reaction on my part, though.

White nodded. "Yes, and I understand the frustration. I share it, as well. However, son, we do need to remember that anger is what Missus Martini uses to fight."

Of course, White was correct about why my being immature right now might be the right plan. Not an issue-the warheads aiming for us were still a very recent memory. "Oh, trust me, not a problem. Explanations for why I'm upset don't make me less upset. They just confirm the anger, you know?"

"Yeah, I do." Christopher looked around. "I'll be right back." He zoomed off at Flash level and was back before we'd reached our destination. "I just checked everything out. You guys really think this is a think tank? It looks more like a school, especially since it has dormitories."

"Maybe that was the cover story when it was being built." I might be mad at him, but Chuckie had trained me really well in how to spot the conspiracies and the lies used to cover them up. "Build a school, then claim that there aren't enough students to justify staffing it, shuffle some papers around, and you've got an excellent facility to use for whatever nefarious thing you're planning."

"If this is NSA run as we all suspect, and is hidden as well as it seems to be from a paper trail standpoint, that indicates a high-level government official or officials are involved," White pointed out.

"Despite Cliff's best efforts to kill everyone in Washington, I'll bet we still have plenty of options for who's behind it."

"You know what this reminds me of?" Christopher asked. Rhetorically, since he answered his own question. "Gaultier Enterprises. Dad, doesn't it seem like it's laid out similarly to the building we visited with Amy?"

White nodded. "Yes, son, you're right. Only it also resembles a school."

"Or a think tank," Lucas said. Clearly he was going to stick to that idea regardless. Couldn't blame him-I tended to stick to my ideas, too.

"What I find most interesting is that it has a very limited number of windows that face the streets and it's decently lit inside," Camilla said. "As in, no one's having trouble seeing because there are lights on. Why? There were all of four men in here, and they were all stationed by the front door."

"No idea," Randy said. "But I'm sure we're going to find out."

We reached the area that led down. It was blocked by a thick glass wall and door. There was a keycard entry box on the concrete wall that the glass wall connected with.

Camilla snorted. "I think we can stop assuming school or think tank. No one blocks off an entrance like this and requires keycard entry for benign reasons." She tapped the glass. "Bulletproof. And I knew that without the goggles to tell me. Whatever's going on downstairs, it's top secret."

Looked at the glass more carefully. Yep, the goggles shared that it was bulletproof, they just did it in my peripheral vision, and I'd ignored it. Needed to not do that-if we had cool tech, we should use it. My brain nudged.

"You know . . ." Had to arrange my thoughts, because my brain was nudging rather urgently. I was missing something I needed to pay attention to and it was a Megalomaniac Girl something-a leap I needed to make that my brain felt was the correct jump to take.

"What?" Christopher asked. "I know that look. Well, what I can see of that look, I mean."

"I'm leaving the cool goggles on, but yeah, I have a look going, I'm sure. The Kitty-Bot was created by YatesCorp, but by their robotics division, meaning the tech side of either Titan Security or Gaultier Enterprises. Probably both, since they were all in bed together for so long. And you said this place reminds you of Gaultier Research, right?"

"Yes, so?" Christopher sounded like he was trying to be supportive even though he had no idea why I was talking. More personal growth. Go team.

"So, in any raid that Chuckie and Mom have ever done, they've never found the Kitty-Bot or any other Fem-Bot. To the point where we all forgot that there was a Kitty-Bot until yesterday."