Patterson rode in the back of a black SUV, something that she had a lot of experience doing. However, this particular car trip was not courtesy of the FBI as usual. In fact, the two agents who had come to retrieve her from her lab had not exactly detailed what their deal was. Patterson was not about to get fooled again so she had brought the men to Reade’s office for clarification. It was also a better place for a firefight if these were more corrupt government types. Apparently, they were from the Air Force but what they actually wanted from Patterson was too hush-hush. Patterson’s cooperation was a request, not an order but it was definitely an urgent request. Rich had made a lot of noise but Patterson had told him to stand by and not meddle for once. The flight had been to Colorado but the windows in the SUV were blacked out leaving her to guess where they were going.
She tried to think about what somebody would want with her. It was not that she could not think of a reason, she could think of too many reasons. She was reasonably sure that this was not about the accidental exploit that she had programmed into Wizardquest. After admitting to her mistake to Reade and the team, she had worked with Boston to close the vulnerability in her code. Rich had hated being cut out of the fix. Likewise, she was sure that nobody knew that she and Rich had been part of the Three Blind Mice. They had successfully buried that fact when Kathy Gustafson was sent to jail. Patterson also thought about all of the aircraft she had handled or hacked during her work with the team including a plane, numerous drones, and a runaway satellite.
Her phone rang and she picked it up and answered it without hesitation. The agent in the passenger seat gave her a look but Patterson shrugged it off. She wasn’t about to be intimidated.
“Patterson here,” she said.
“Have you figured out what this meeting is supposed to be about yet?” Zapata asked over the phone. “I haven’t been able to find anything. If my CIA contacts can’t figure it out, it has to be a pretty damn deep secret.”
“No, Tasha,” Patterson said. “I haven’t figured it out. I appreciate your brand of showing how much you care but maybe you shouldn’t poke the bear too much.”
“Says the hacker,” Zapata said. “You’ve never met a puzzle you didn’t want to solve or a question you could resist answering. You are one of the most prepared people that I know.”
“Maybe I trust our government,” Patterson said. There was a pause and then they both laughed. “But seriously, I can’t figure it out.”
“Well, tell me when you get out,” Zapata said. “I really want to know.”
“If I’m allowed to tell you,” Patterson said.
Zapata started to make an annoyed sound but stopped. “Okay, I can’t exactly complain about keeping secrets. I think I could settle for an answer to whether it was good or bad. I think you owe the team at least that.”
“I owe the team a lot,” Patterson said. “I’ve got to go, I think we’re almost there.”
“Say the word and I’ll have an extraction team at your location in a heartbeat,” Zapata said.
“If you have my location,” Patterson said with a chuckle.
“I have my ways,” Zapata said.
“Bye Tasha,” Patterson said. “Talk to you later.” She hung up the phone as the car came to a stop.
“How did you know we were almost here?” The agent in the passenger seat asked, her face suspicious.
“I don’t want to bore you but it has to do with calculating the movements of the car,” Patterson said. “Don’t worry, I still have no idea where I am.” She had some guesses, though.
The agent held out her hand. “I’m going to have to take the phone, agent,” she said. “No offense. Just base rules.”
Patterson dutifully handed over her cell phone and then felt generous and handed over her second cell phone, earning a look from both agents. Patterson shrugged.
“Do you need to frisk me?” Patterson asked.
“I don’t think that will be necessary,” the male agent said. “Scanners will pick up whatever else you may have.”
“Fair enough,” Patterson said.
The agents got out of the SUV and opened the door for Patterson. They led her through an underground garage, deeper into a solid concrete bunker. They kept going down and Patterson wondered what this base was for. An underground air force base was not exactly unknown but it was an odd place to truck her out to when they could have brought her to the Pentagon. She was brought through corridors teeming with uniformed personnel. Patterson felt that she stuck out like a sore thumb. They rounded a corner and she was brought into an office. A chair spun around and behind a desk was somebody she actually recognized.
“Rodney McKay?” Patterson asked. “Oh man, just talking to you would piss off my dad.”
Rodney gestured for the agents to leave them and they shut the door.
“William Patterson,” McKay said. “It’s so good to finally meet you. Your mother speaks highly of you.”
Patterson flinched at the use of her full name. “Nobody calls me that,” she said. “Call me Patterson.”
“You are your father’s daughter,” McKay said and then thought better of it. “Sorry, your father’s allowed to be mad at me. I do tend to rub people the wrong way.”
Patterson shrugged. “I’m not my dad,” she said. “I love him but his feuds aren’t my feuds. Why am I here?”
“Straight to the point,” Rodney said. “I need your help with some very particular algorithms.”
“My dad is the algorithm guy,” Patterson said.
“You’re underselling yourself,” McKay said. “You’re a genius. It takes a genius to recognize a genius.”
“A little bit conceited but I guess I’m flattered?” Patterson said, it had been a statement but the combination of high praise with bragging had thrown her off.
“You’re welcome,” McKay said, oblivious to her reaction. “I brought you here to help me develop an algorithm to further decipher alien technology.”
“Very funny,” Patterson said.
“That’s what I thought at first,” McKay said. “This is going to blow your mind.”