End Game (Will Robie #5)(117)

“Good thinking,” said Blue Man.

“Every second counts. Robie, any lights?”

He had just opened a box and held up two plastic flashlights. When he turned them on they emitted weak streams of light.

“They’re not NVGs but they’re better than nothing.”

Parry said, “Hell, they’ll give them a direct line to shoot us, even without the damn goggles.”

“That’s why we’re going to use them in a different way,” said Robie in a low voice.

Blue Man said, “I can help tactically.”

Robie and Reel stared at him expectantly.

Blue Man continued, “Years ago, because of my professional status and due to some national security issues, I toured the silo and was even given some blueprints of the facility, which I kept in my cabin. I studied them when I realized that this place might be the center of what was going on.” He pointed toward the far door. “Once we leave this room there’s a long corridor to the right. The second door on the left will take us through a series of other doors and passages, to what was the maintenance wing of the complex. That’s also where crew quarters are located. It’s a rabbit’s warren of spaces, which might give us some tactical cover.”

Reel looked at Robie. “And also the possibility of ambush.”

“Right.” He looked at Blue Man.

“Ready?” said Reel. “Let’s go.”

She took point, opened the door, and slipped through it. The others followed in single file, with Robie bringing up the rear.

“They’re gonna kill us all,” said Lamarre. “You know that.”

Robie, who was directly behind him, gripped his shoulder and said, “Just so you know, they killed Beverly Drango. Shot her and threw her body in a Dumpster in an alley in Denver.”

Lamarre whirled around. “They . . . they killed Bev.”

“Yeah. So start thinking about how you’re going to kill them back.”

Reel called out, “Robie, you want to test this thing?”

“Just thinking the same thing.”

Parry looked at Blue Man, who was walking beside him.

“What are they talking about, Roger?”

“I’m not entirely sure, but I would rather have them with me right now than an entire Army brigade.”

“Works for me.”

Robie dropped back after telling Lamarre to keep going.

Malloy went with him even though he shook his head and pointed for her to continue on with the others.

“No,” she said firmly.

He used the flashlight to briefly illuminate where they had come from. Then he balanced the light on a broken piece of brick on the wall so that it was about eye height, with the weak beam pointed in the direction of where they had come.

He stepped back and took aim with his pistol after motioning to Malloy to get down on her knees.

He heard banging.

They were breaking through the jammed door.

Robie counted to five as he envisioned them crossing the room and then opening the door.

He heard the squeak and waited a few more seconds, allowing them to recon the situation and conclude that it was safe to step out.

But they didn’t wait. They stepped right out. That surprised him.

He could see their silhouettes, darker against the dark.

Robie opened fire, placing his rounds into legs, torso, and head. Ejected rounds from his pistol hit the floor.

Not a single one of the men he had shot at fell. Instead, they opened fire. The light shattered as they focused on that target.

But Robie knew with their optics that his hiding place would soon be uncovered. He did the only thing he could do. He grabbed up Malloy and they ran.

Shots hit all around them, pinging off the walls and ricocheting like pinballs.

“Robie!” she gasped.

“Keep going.”

Robie knew that this was a shit show with a survivability rate hovering near zero. They were in a dark, narrow tunnel, and the people shooting at them had night optics.

There were several outcomes to this, and most if not all were bad.

Keeping a tight grip on Malloy’s hand, he banged off one side of the wall and then careened into the other. He followed no pattern because he knew the shooters behind him were looking for that.

He let go of Malloy’s hand. “Forward roll, now!”

As he came out of the roll, he felt the burn on his right calf and a similar sensation on his left shoulder.

He’d been lucky.

The bullets had grazed rather than entered his body.

When he looked at Malloy he realized she wasn’t so lucky. Her left arm was dangling.

“In and out,” she said between clenched teeth.

He saw the blood flowing down her limb. He gripped her right hand and pulled her along. With his other hand he pulled his pistol and emptied his mag behind them.

He was immediately answered with more rounds zinging his way. He slipped the pistol into his waistband and tightened his grip on Malloy’s hand.

They passed one door on the right, then another on his left.

Right before a barrage of bullets blasted down the tunnel, he pulled Malloy forward and down as the rounds passed overhead.

They hit the floor and slid. Robie hooked the second doorway with his left hand, cantilevered his body around, and flung himself and Malloy through the open doorway.