End Game (Will Robie #5)(121)
Parry whispered hoarsely, “Getting hard to breathe.”
Robie nodded. He had noted that, too. “They’ve probably cut whatever air filtration they have down here.”
Camilla said fearfully, “So they’re going to try to what, smother us?”
“Something like that.”
It was also getting hot.
Malloy rubbed the sweat off her face. “Feels like a sauna down here.”
“Yes, it does,” said Robie.
She looked at him. “You’re not even perspiring.”
“I’ve been in dry heat before. I guess you get used to it.”
“Dry heat? Arizona?”
“Try Fallujah. But when it’s a hundred and thirty in the shade, it doesn’t really matter whether it’s a dry heat or not. It’s just hot.”
He paused and held a hand up. He motioned to Parry to kneel on his right and Camilla on his left. He tapped Malloy on the shoulder and indicated for her to follow him.
Then Robie saw it, but too late to do anything about it. The round zipped right past his waist.
He heard it impact something. That something grunted and then pitched forward.
Camilla cried out. “Omigod!”
Robie said nothing. He calmly aimed right above the muzzle flash he had just seen. His rifle barked twice. Malloy fired rounds from her pistol.
The shots went where they were supposed to and another man died.
Robie sprinted forward, keeping his rifle aimed in front of him. Malloy was right behind him, her pistol at the ready.
“Down!” Robie snapped.
They both hit the floor on their bellies as a hail of gunfire zipped right above them.
Robie returned fire, as did Malloy.
“Give me some cover,” he told her. “Five shots and then stand down.”
She slipped in a new mag and awaited his signal.
“Now.”
She sprayed five shots at the other end of the hall.
Robie readied the canvas bag that Reel had given him. She had inserted a fuse through the bottom of the bag and run it into the pile of gunpowder inside.
He lit the fuse and looked at Malloy. “On the count of three, five more shots, direct them down the right side of the hall.”
She nodded as he got to his knees and looked up ahead to see where his target was.
“One . . . two . . . three.”
Malloy fired five rounds down the right side as Robie launched himself down the left side.
Come on, come on.
When Malloy’s last round fired, he crouched down but kept moving forward.
Then he saw it. Two men, ten yards away on the left, preparing to fire.
He lit the fuse, let it burn to the side of the canvas, then swung the bag back and then hurled it forward. He looked like he had just launched a bowling ball. The bag slid along the floor.
He knew his IED didn’t have a lot of range. He would have to get it close for it to do any good at all.
The men lined up their shots.
Robie could see this through the one good eye of his optics. He sprawled on his stomach, his hands over his ears and his eyes closed.
The canvas bag slid within six inches of the men when the flame hit the nail-and-screw-infused powder. There was a boom and a flash and then heavy smoke.
When it cleared Robie saw the two men. Or what was left of them.
Jessica Reel obviously knew how to build an improvised explosive.
He hustled over to the dead men. Though the bomb had done considerable damage, he could see that neither was Scott Randall. He had already seen through his optics that the man he had gunned down wasn’t Randall, either.
Okay, five down, three to go.
Robie felt like he was back in London.
Malloy looked in the direction of the explosion and said, “Are we good?”
Robie looked behind him at the body of JC Parry.
Camilla was standing helplessly over it with tears in her eyes. “He . . . he must have seen something. He threw himself in front of me. He saved my life. And lost . . . his.”
Malloy crossed herself and said quietly, “JC’s a hero.”
“Yeah, he is,” said Robie. “And it’s our job not to let him die in vain.”
Malloy drew closer to Robie, rubbing her injured arm. “This is a nightmare.”
“No, a nightmare is what’s coming for the rest of these assholes.”
CHAPTER
74
Sharp and clear.
The dark passage was bright as day in Jessica Reel’s optic-powered universe.
She was point with Blue Man behind and on her right.
Mateo was on her left looking determined.
Lamarre was bringing up the rear looking terrified.
“Can you tell where we are?” Reel asked Blue Man.
He looked around and nodded. “The passage bleeding off the secondary hall to the missile room. Up ahead is a door on the left that will access that space.”
“And beyond that? How do we get back to the surface?”
“Through the missile room there are stairs leading up.”
Reel’s comm crackled.
It was Robie. “Three down and done,” he reported.
“Casualties?”
“Parry.”
“Randall?”
“Negative. He must be on your end.”