She pushed him away with her bare toe and he sat back on the floor, arms behind him.
"The Good Lord spare me from rejection!"
"Sorry, Spike. Maybe one day when you"re older."
"Come on," I said, leading her through to the living area.
There was a breakfast bar between it and the kitchen. We flopped on to the sofa while Spike sang a few bars of some country song, then decided to whistle it instead.
"Bel," I said quietly, "I want you to stay here while Spike and I"
She leapt back up. "No way, Jose! I come this far and now you want to dump me?"
"Sit down, please."
She sat down. "Listen, before you try any other speeches or tactics, Michael, I know why you said what you said, and I appreciate it. It shows you care. But you couldn"t stop me coming with you if you put a gun to my head, not even one of those Ml 6s. If you leave me here, I"ll wave down a car, cosh the driver, and come after you. And I won"t be in a good mood."
"Bel, I only want to"
"I know you do, sweetheart." She stood up, then bent over me and planted a kiss on my forehead. Then she went over to the hi-fi and searched for something suitable.
Well, I thought, that went pretty much as predicted. I"d tried, which didn"t mean I could now progress with a clear conscience. What I"d been about to tell Bel was that if she came along, she"d only be a liability. She might get in the way, or she might cause us to make a critical misjudgement.
I knew if I was wounded and there was heavy fire, Spike would leave me ... and he"d be right. But would either of us leave Bel under the same circ.u.mstances? Spike had already confided that he didn"t want Bel along.
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urbane conversation. It"s going to be expletives and explosives, and that"s pretty much all. What if she freezes? What if she chokes, man? What then?"
I hadn"t an answer for him. It was a question, really, that had to be put to Bel.
Bel put Springsteen on the hi-fi, which met with a roar of approval from the chef. It was early Bruce, and even I knew the record. We sang along where we could, and Spike even sang along where he couldn"t. Bel disappeared back into the bedroom and reappeared wearing jeans and boots. Spike had worked up a sweat in the kitchen, and guzzled from a bottle of red wine. He saw me looking at him.
"Hey," he said, "not a touch after this, okay?"
"That"s okay," I said, "we"re not going out there tonight."
"Why not, Wild West?"
"Lots of reasons. They"re almost certainly expecting us, we"re not ready, we"re still all a bit zonked or a bit hyper.
Lots of reasons."
"Not ready? Man, how ready can we be?"
"Readier than this. We want to be fully rested. Tomorrow is better."
"What? Tomorrow at dawn?"
"Tomorrow night."
"Why wait, man?"
"Because Jeremiah Provost"s supposed to be visiting HQ tomorrow."
Bel sat down beside me. "You think he still will?"
"I don"t know, maybe." Spike had come out of the kitchen.
He handed round gla.s.ses and poured wine into them from the bottle he"d been swigging from.
"It"s safe, Wild West, no cooties on me."
"He means germs," I told Bel.
"I knew that," she said coolly.
"Spike," I said, "we need this extra time. You"ve still got to show us how to use that a.r.s.enal you"ve provided."
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"Yeah," he conceded, "that"s true. I was just itching to do it tonight."
"Relax, calm down. Take a slow drink and we"ll eat a lazy meal. Tomorrow we"ll fire off some guns, check their action."
Bel shook her head. "If we"re going to the peninsula tomorrow night, surely it makes more sense to try out the guns tonight, when conditions are the same?"
Spike whistled through his teeth. "That is a good point."
"I do have my good points," Bel said, accepting more wine.
Twenty minutes later, we sat down to the meatless chilli.
We ate it with rice and nothing else. It was fine, but Spike kept complaining about how tame it was and splashing pepper sauce over his. His forehead was all perspiration as we talked.
"That Commando is pretty good," I said. "Kicks a bit."
"You"re using it one-handed, of course it kicks. Wait"11 you try the Ingram, that thing is like somebody"s standing there jostling your arm all the time. We are not talking pinpoint accuracy, but it"s a nine-point-five on the mayhem scale." He scooped up another spoonful of beans. "Have you tried the Varmint yet?"
"Haven"t needed to."
"Been one of those weeks, huh? Well, here"s my plan. I"ll fire an Ingram up into the air and flush them out, then spray the f.u.c.kers, while you sit up a tree and pick off the clever ones who"ve hiding in the cabins. How does that sound?"
"Lousy," I said, reading Bel"s mind. Me, I didn"t think it was such a bad plan.
But Bel threw her spoon into her bowl. "You could be shooting innocent people. We don"t know that they"re all involved. So far as the cult goes, we don"t know that any of them are involved."
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angry. "From what I heard and saw of Provost"s conversation with Kline, they"re not exactly buddies. Kline couldn"t have been treated worse if he"d been selling Bibles in h.e.l.l."
"h.e.l.l"s full of Bible salesmen," Spike said, and I smiled a wide smile at his joke. Bel was still stony-faced, but he had one weapon to throw at her.
"Bel," he said, lobbing it without looking, "now don"t get me wrong, but I don"t want you along tomorrow night."
"Tough," she said. Spike looked to me for support, but I was busy trying to get the last few beans on to my spoon.
"See," he went on, "Wild West and me, we"ve been there before in our different ways. Never as a team exactly, but we know the situation and we know the ground."
"No," she said to him, "you don"t, I do. I"ve been out there, I"ve been in the f.u.c.king compound! And you expect me to sit here knitting you scarves for winter while you go scurrying off to play your little game? No way."
"Bel," he said, "I know you know about guns, but can you actually use one?"
There was a silent stare between them. Bel was first to speak. "You son of a b.i.t.c.h." She turned it back into four words, where for most Americans it was one. Not sumb.i.t.c.h but son of a b.i.t.c.h. Then she stood up, left the table, and went outside.
I followed, curious to see what she"d do. What she did was find a switch on the wall outside. I suppose she"d noticed it before. Bright white light filled the clearing. I thought I caught a glimpse of a young deer melting back into the woods. There were lamps at ground level and up in the trees. It was like watching a stage-set. Spike joined me on the porch, handing me my wine gla.s.s. Bel got into the pickup and started its engine.
"What"s she up to?" he said.
"I think I"ve got an idea."
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empty wine bottle from Spike and headed down the stairs.
By the time I reached her, she"d found a couple of large stones and an empty c.o.ke can. I handed her the wine bottle.
She smiled and placed it on the bonnet of the pick-up. Then she reached into the cab and emerged with some weapons.
Spike had come down the stairs too. Even he knew what was going on. Bel walked back towards the house and turned to face the pick-up. It was standing side-on to her, the targets all in a row along its bonnet. She chose a handgun first. Expertly she checked and reloaded the clip, then held it out one-handed, closed her left eye, and let off three shots. She hit the can and two of the stones, sending them sliding across the bonnet. I replaced the stones and the can, by which time she"d got to know the small service-style revolver. Three more shots from that, all finding their target.
Spike started clapping, spilling wine from his gla.s.s. "Okay,"
he said, "another good point. Message received."
But she wasn"t about to take that. She got the Varmint from the camper and loaded it, then fired off six elegant shots, each one on target. She hadn"t nicked the pickup"s paintwork. For her final shot, she smashed the wine bottle to pieces.
Spike was clapping and whistling again. She turned to face him.
"I can shoot," she said. "I just don"t like it. And I especially don"t like it when innocent people get hurt."
"Okay," said Spike, arms open in conciliation. "Give us another plan."
"I"ve got a plan for you," I said. "It"s in the form of a question. How do you sort out the good guys from the bad?"
They both shook their heads, so I supplied the answer.
"You see who runs away. Now come on, the next drink is on the house."
But we had coffee instead of wine, and we sat on the ground outside while Spike spread out his wares. He laid everything out on a couple of old blankets.
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"You ever see that film," he said, "where all the guns are laid out on the bed, and De Niro"s buying? Man, I can"t wait to see their faces when we turn up toting this little package."
Spike"s grin was halogen-white.
I thought I saw Bel shiver, but then it was getting late. I felt a little shivery myself.
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27.And still there were decisions.
For instance, should we check Provost"s house, see if he really had gone to Lake Crescent?
Should we visit the house on Hood Ca.n.a.l first? That way, we might take out possible reinforcements. We didn"t want to lay siege to the cabins only to have a vanload of newly- summoned heat creep up on us from behind.
Should we take the pick-up, the V-Dub, or both? They"d be looking out for the camper, but then they"d also be on the lookout for a crazy pick-up driver with dents in his cattle- bar.
One thing we knew: it was too dangerous to cross on to the peninsula by ferry. They"d almost certainly be watching Bremerton. In fact, there weren"t nearly enough roads into the Olympic Peninsula for my liking. For an area measuring roughly ninety miles by sixty, it boasted only two routes into it. There was just the one main road, the 101, circling the perimeter of the National Park and National Forest. Using as few as maybe half a dozen men, they"d have advance warning of any approach we might make.
There were other possibilities, but they were time-consuming.
One had us take a boat to Victoria, British Columbia, and then another boat back from there to Port Angeles. The two crossings would take a total of several hours, and as Spike pointed out, Kline would already have considered this. If he was agency or government, he"d have an order put out for all sailings to be watched.
"What you"re saying," said Bel, "is that there"s no way in there without them knowing about it?"
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Spike nodded, but I had an idea. It was just about my craziest notion yet, but my partners went for it. After that, things started slotting into place.
Since the authorities weren"t on the lookout for Spike, we rented a car in his name in North Bend. It was a bland family model, and Spike decried the loss of his beloved stick- shift. But it gave us the confidence to head back into Seattle.
We stopped at Ed"s Guns and Sporting Goods. I asked Archie if anyone had been asking questions. He shook his head.
"What"re you looking for this time, son?"
"Balaclavas and warpaint," I informed him.
It was when I said this that it all hit home, the sheer madness of it all. I was way out of my league; I was playing a different game altogether. I should have been scared s.h.i.tless, and I was. I could hardly stop my hands shaking not exactly a good sign in a professional sniper. My heart was thumping and I kept thinking I was going to be sick.
But at the same time it was like being a little drunk, and Bel and Spike felt the same. We kept grinning at each other and ; collapsing into fits of nervous giggling. I burst out laughing in Archie"s shop. He gave me a look, and smiled like he got the joke.
"There"s no joke," I told him. And there wasn"t. There was just the euphoria of fear. I was pushing myself towards the confrontation as though each step had to be taken in thickerand deeper mud. It was the slowest day of my life. For all thel activity and movement, it was slower than all the days I"d! spent in hotel rooms, waiting for my hit to arrive in town, allthe days I"d sat by windows, working out firing angles anddistances. Archie seemed disappointed at the size of the sale."I see your friend"s going to be all right." 1 "What?" I He smiled. "Don"t worry, I won"t tell anybody. They had aphoto of him on TV. I recognised him straight off."
"What"s the latest?"
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