Hold on, kid, Dew said. Its out of our hands now.
The missile seemed to pick up speed as it closed in, covering the final bit of distance in the blink of an eye. Up ahead the lead Osprey ejected a spray of flashes with white contrails. Countermeasures of some kind.
They didnt work.
The Osprey rocked to the left, a fireball spewing out of its right side. Amazingly, it didnt disintegrate. Perry felt a flash of hope that the pilot had lived, that he might be able to set her down. Then the Ospreys right engine fell away. The half-plane/half-helicopter simultaneously rolled to the left and tumbled forward as it plummeted. It disappeared beneath Perrys line of sight. He didnt get to see it crash, but those guys were gone. Twenty members of Whiskey Company, plus the Osprey crew.
Dead. Just like that.
Lets hope theyre out of Stingers, Dew said. Our chances of survival just dropped from sixty-six percent to fifty-fifty.
The alarm beeped again.
I guess theyre not out, Dew said. He looked semi-relaxed, not in the least concerned that he had a 50 percent chance of dying in the next ten seconds.
The alarm changed from a beep to a steady blare.
Thats not good, Dew said.
Perry heard whooshing sounds, something shooting off of his Osprey. Two seconds later he heard an explosion. The Osprey tilted to the left a little, then came back to normal and kept descending.
Dew looked a little bored.
How can you be so calm? Perry said. The next one could be us.
Dew shrugged. When your number is up, your number is up. Besides, youre here, and youre like a c.o.c.kroachyou survive anything. Im sticking close to you. Youre like a big death umbrella.
Perry nodded and tried to control his breathing. Dew was going to stick close to him? Screw that. More like the other way around. This was Dews world, and Perry wasnt going to leave his side.
Dew nudged him. Take a look out front. Were coming in for a landing. Right up your alley.
Perry looked, then shook his head.
Dew started laughing.
12:46 P.M.: Otto on the Run
Clarence turned, aimed and fired, squeezing off four rounds as Margaret sprinted toward the long, two-story, tan brick building. She glanced at the street signsFranklin and St. Aubin. Cinder-block walls filled the buildings windows. The place looked like a miniature fortress.
She ran for the door. Clarence pa.s.sed her; he was so much faster. He reached it, stood at an angle, shot the deadbolt lock and then kicked the door open. They were only a block from the loading dock in which theyd first hidden. Ogdens men had followed them in. Clarence hadnt found any hiding places he thought were defensible, so theyd run again, bullets. .h.i.tting all around them. If this building didnt give them some protection, it was over.
She ran inside. He shut the door just as more bullets reached out to them, tearing into the doors heavy wood, ricocheting off bricks on the outside wall. One step slower and they would both have been cut down.
Margaret was so scared she wanted to pee, but she kept moving, one thought in her head keeping her feet keep pumpingthis wasnt as scary as a one-cheeked Betty Jewell.
Clarence turned and ran farther into the abandoned building. Rusted metal machinery dotted the cracked floors amid stagnant puddles of standing water. Margaret saw trash and discarded crack vials everywhere, as well as a rusted shopping cart and half a blue toilet seat. It was a big building, a lot of halls and rooms. If they could find the right spot, it might take their pursuers a long time to track them down.
Clarence saw some stairs and dashed toward them. Margaret followed him up, both of them looking for a place to hide.
12:48 P.M.: The Landing
The Osprey slowed quickly as they came in for a landing. Perry heard a plinking sound, bullets. .h.i.tting the crafts armored sides. His body screwed tight with raw anxiety as he waited for a Stinger to hit.
But none did.
Nails spoke loud and calm, his words picked up by the little microphone curling around from the side of his helmet.
Were taking fire, possibly from a ten-or fifteen-story building south-southeast of the landing area, Nails said. I need air cover right now!
Nails turned to face his men. Apparently he didnt trust the microphone to pick up everything, because he started screaming at the top of his lungs. All right! Were coming in under fire. The Osprey will land with its nose facing the fire to give you a little cover as you go down the ramp. Hit the ground, go left. There are some bleachers there. Get under them. Find cover, return fire. Once our air support kills the snipers, we will move out. We have twenty-five minutes to destroy the target. Were maybe a mile away, but were not sure where were going. Im guessing well be under fire as we run. We must press forward, no matter what, understand?
Yes sir! the men barked in unison.
Dew leaned in to talk in Perrys ear. All these guys are expendable. You are not. They will draw fire and give you enough cover to move out. Hopefully, theyll pin down the shooters.
Hopefully?
Dew smiled and slapped Perry on the shoulder. Like I said, kid, its all just odds. I put us at about eighty percent to make it.
Which means theres a twenty percent chance we wont make it.
Dew winked and pointed a finger at Perrys face. He flicked his thumb down twicebang-bang. The face under his helmet showed electricity, excitement. As if someone had just sliced twenty years off his soul.
He likes this s.h.i.t, Perry thought. He likes it, and this is the man Im counting on to keep me alive?
Perry felt something. The sensation of the hosts flickered. Faded just a little. Another sensation flared up, very weak, but unmistakable.