“What was taken?” Aldric asked as he glared at Isaac.
“Mostly food and medical supplies,” the security chief said as he stood before his boss. “There were some electronics and parts we are still checking, but we should have the results in an hour.” Isaac noted the strain on Aldric’s face and chose not to mention the secure vault being opened or the weapons that were stolen.
“Do we know who or how they found my supposedly secret warehouse?” Aldric kept this hand folded on his desk in front of him. It was an effort not to smash them into the surface and flip the heavy steel desk onto the underling.
“No, sir,” Isaac said. “We do know they came in through an old service tunnel. The hatch was secured with magnetic locks and vault level controls and alarms. Most of the perpetrators escaped through the same tunnel and appear to have welded it shut behind them.”
“Most? What of the others?”
“Two of them escaped through an airlock using the emergency environmental suits. They must have had someone there to pick them up because they were gone before our initial patrol finished an exterior sweep.” Isaac tapped the data slate he was holding and the screen on Aldric’s desk sprang to life. A picture with the faces of two men popped up. “These are security camera stills we caught of the men in the airlock. The larger one is Hanse Carter. He is a known radical, but this is the first time he has ever been associated with this sort of activity.” The image of the second man grew to fill the monitor. “We’re still trying to identify the second man.”
“Murray.” Aldric’s voice was cold restrained fury.
“Murray? Evan Murray? But he was killed weeks ago,” Isaac said as he tapped away at the data slate.
Aldric grabbed the monitor, ripped it from the mount on his desk and hurled it at his security chief. The former soldier ducked and back pedaled away from the desk. “It is him. I am sure of it,” Aldric said as he slammed a fist onto his desk. “That son of a bitch is alive, and you told me he was dead,” Aldric shouted.
“Our strike team confirmed a positive hit,” Isaac said.
“Well then the fucker survived your positive hit.”
“Shut up! I don’t want any more excuses. I want him found, and I want him brought here.” Aldric ground his teeth together and balled his hands into fists. “I’ll kill that little pecker with my bare hands to make sure the job is done proper. Start with this Hanse Carter. Bring him in and squeeze him hard. If Murray is not with him then he knows where to find him.”
“This could get messy,” Isaac said.
“I don’t care. I want him found and I want him now. Leave a trail of bodies for all I care, but bring him to me,” Aldric said as he sat back down in his chair.
“Yes, sir.” Isaac turned on his heel and walked to the door, carefully stepping over the shattered monitor on his way out.