He didn"t often call upon a higher power for help. But he sent up another quick prayer as he led the other men out of the hotel room and down the stairs. Please G.o.d, help Alyssa keep her team safe. And G.o.d? Thank you for making Linda Ca.s.sidy see the light last weekend, and break up with her d.i.c.khead of a second husband, giving her son the impetus to fly here to Germany with them, and to be with Alyssa right now.
No doubt about it. If Alyssa were in trouble and Sam couldn"t be guarding her six, he"d want Jules Ca.s.sidy by her side.
Jules would die for her.
Of course, the flipside was that Alyssa would also die for Jules.
Sam kicked up his speed, breaking into a run as he went out the door into the hotel"s parking garage.
Chapter Four.
Three men with M60 machine guns had set an ambush along the route leading out of the tunnel.
Jules and the Angels didn"t walk into it, thanks to Lindsey"s extraordinary tracking skills. She"d picked up the fresh trail-three men, carrying heavy gear-atop the tracks they themselves had made coming in. That the three men had M60s wasn"t deduced from the fact that they wore American running shoes. Nor was it divined from the lengths of their strides.
No, Lindsey had crept toward them, wearing her cloak of invisibility, and she"d gotten a visual of those three weapons-machine guns that were capable of turning human beings into some serious hamburger.
She"d also used her cell phone to snap a few photos of the men who were holding those M60s, zeroing in, in particular, on a swastika-and-flame-motif tattoo that they all proudly wore. From this, Jules was able to identify them as members of the New Reich, a particularly loathsome, hatred-spewing group of Neo-n.a.z.is, based out of Dresden.
It was also clear from the symbols in Farsi that the NR had made on the tunnel walls in green fluorescent paint-go figure-that they wanted it to look as if the attack had been made by a local group of Iranian refugees.
Intolerant people could really suck.
But for every Neo-n.a.z.i a.s.shole that was out there, messing up the world with his backward thinking and his stupid plan to kill thousands of American servicemen and -women in order to fuel hatred of innocent people who had nowhere else to go ... For every one of them, there was an Alyssa or a Lindsey or a Tess or a Sophia. Ready to fight-and die-for justice and tolerance, ready to right wrongs and bring the real truth to light.
Alyssa came back toward the shadows where Jules was waiting, not far from where they"d activated the electronic device.
"They"re coming," she told him.
Which meant that she"d been right.
Apparently, about an hour before Jules, Alyssa, and her red cell had accessed the tunnels via that riverfront warehouse, ten members of the New Reich had entered the same drainage system via an as-yet-unknown means. The NR had traveled along a different route in the tunnel system from Alyssa and her team. But the two paths had crossed as they drew closer to the area where the oil tank was buried.
At that point, five of the NR members headed toward the tank, going past it to hide, waiting for the Troubleshooters to arrive and essentially attach a homing beacon to the d.a.m.n thing.
Three men had hidden near where the two paths met, waiting until the red cell had gone past. They had gone back to set up that M60 ambush on the very route Alyssa"s team would be using to exit the tunnels.
Two others had set up a similar ambush along the tunnel they themselves had used to get in.
Alyssa had hoped that they could escape the way the NR had entered, since their own path was now blocked, and had given the order to fall back along that route. They"d all followed Lindsey, but they hadn"t gone far before she"d signaled them to stop, and reported this second ambush site.
In short, they were trapped.
Jules knew that trapped wasn"t one of Alyssa"s happy-fun-time words. He also knew that she was worried about Sam. They"d been down here in these tunnels too long without radio or cell phone contact with the support team on the surface. Sam was, at times, a Neanderthal, but he could be patient, and he definitely trusted Alyssa to keep herself and her team safe. Still, Jules knew the man, and it wouldn"t be too much longer before Sam called off the drill and came down here, in search of them.
At which point he would run right into that first ambush. It was true, the M60s were pointing in the wrong direction, but they were easy enough to turn around. And Sam and every member of his rescue team could well be killed.
Knowing that there was a time limitation and no real way to communicate with Sam and the support team, Alyssa had decided to give the New Reich what they wanted.
Sort of.
She"d sent Sophia, Tess, and Lindsey to try to find a third and alternative exit and/or to see if they could find a jam-free place to use their radio or cell phones. And then she"d placed the signal box in a shallow room off the main tunnel, a full half-klick from both the tank and the barracks. At which point, she"d programmed in the code and turned the beacon on.
Come to Mommy and Daddy, you darling little Neo-n.a.z.is....
The plan was to let the NR "find" the buried "oil tank"-or at least the signal box that supposedly sat atop it. In theory, they would set their bomb, turn on its timer, and they would leave.
This was, after all, not a group that was big into suicide attacks. Jules was pretty certain that there would be a timer. And it would be set with sufficient time to allow them to make a getaway.
They"d scamper out of the tunnels, taking their machine gun-wielding buddies with them.
At which point Alyssa and Jules would creep out from their hidey-hole in the corner of the room, take a gander at the bomb, see if there was a quick, easy, and certain way to defuse it, and then either do so or run like h.e.l.l.
If it blew, it could take out part of the drainage system, causing a cave-in. But without the oil from the tank to fuel it, it wouldn"t do much more than that.
Jules hoped.
"Here they come," Alyssa breathed again. And indeed, there they came.
Chapter Five.
The base commander finally began the evacuation of the barracks.
About f.u.c.king time.
But no one with the authority to give an official go-ahead seemed able to grasp the meaning of Sam"s report that there were three unknown, unidentified men, armed with three M60 machine guns, positioned about point-five klicks inside the riverside entrance that Alyssa and her team had used to access the tunnels.
The unknowns had had their backs to the Troubleshooters support team that went down there for a quick sneak-and-peek. They"d had no idea the Troubleshooters were there, and it wouldn"t take much for them to continue to not know they were there-right up until the moment their weapons fell from their lifeless fingers.
The key word being lifeless.
But Captain O"Reilly, the OIC for the mock attack, didn"t want the Troubleshooters to use deadly force. He"d actually suggested that they go down there and shout a warning, maybe start a dialogue.
Deck was on the phone with the captain right now, suggesting that the word of the day be covert. Shouting a warning meant that those three unidentified men with very big weapons would then know that the good guys were there. If shots were fired-and they would be-that would ruin Sam"s chances to infiltrate farther into the tunnels, see how many additional men with big weapons might be down there-maybe already having taken certain American hostages....
"Sir." Mark Jenkins had news for him. "We"ve located the origination point of the frequency jamming. It"s down a parallel tunnel. Dave"s pulled up a schematic-shortest route is past the three-man ambush."
"Let me see," Sam said.
Dave turned his computer to give him a better look at a screen that was a confusing jumble of lines and blotches.
"Point to it," Sam ordered, and Dave complied, which really didn"t help him that much.
"Is it inside the confines of the base?" Sam asked.
Dave was a smart guy, a graduate of some fancy Ivy League school. He knew exactly why Sam was asking that, and, as he met Sam"s gaze, it was clear that he knew if any bad s.h.i.t happened in the next few moments, he"d be blamed for providing faulty information. Still he didn"t hesitate. "Yes, sir, it certainly looks to be."
"Thank you," Sam said. Finally. Something they could work with. He took Decker"s phone from him, handing him his own cell. "Get me Tom Paoletti," he ordered Deck, even as he put the former chief"s phone to his ear.
"They may not even have real bullets," Captain O"Reilly was saying, of the three men in the tunnel. "If you can prove that they do-"
Yeah, by having them unload a full banana clip in their direction? Thanks a bunch, Captain Kangaroo. Maybe you should actually spend some time in Iraq, grow a little battlefield perspective.
"-perhaps then we can consider additional measures," O"Reilly continued.
"There are at least three fully armed unknowns in that tunnel," Sam reiterated. "They"re s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g with our radio signal, and we"ve located the source of that jamming-it"s inside the gates of the base. I"m calling this what it is, Captain-a terrorist attack on a U.S. military installation. We"re going in. With force."
"Mr. Starrett," O"Reilly responded, heavy on that mister. "I don"t have the authority to allow you to do that."
Sam was ready to tell O"Reilly to blow him when Jimmy Nash reappeared. Sam hadn"t noticed when the Troubleshooters operative had disappeared, but Nash certainly registered on his attention-meter now, considering that the crazy son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h"s clothing had been sprayed with what looked like blood. He was cleaning off a K-bar knife and the look in his eyes was one Sam had seen a time or two in his own bathroom mirror.
"The tunnel"s clear," he reported as he put a handful of extremely non-rubber bullets onto the table in front of him.
Jesus Christ. Three against one, yet Nash had done the job silently, without getting so much as winded. Except, wait, he was a little winded, and some of the blood on his shirt was his own.
"Your arm"s bleeding," Deck told Nash.
He barely glanced at it. "Just a ding."
O"Reilly was still sputtering on his end of the phone, so Sam just spoke over him. "The bullets are real, the tunnel"s been cleared. We"re going in-"
It was then, before Sam could end the conversation with a cheery "f.u.c.k you," that a bomb went off, shaking the very foundation of the warehouse he was standing in.
O"Reilly even felt it on his end. "What the h.e.l.l was that?"
Sam didn"t answer. He"d already hung up and was down in the tunnel, shouting orders. "Jenkins and Decker-find the radio jammer and make it stop. Dave and Nash-" Crazy and Crazier "-you"re with me!"
Chapter Six.
Alyssa was hurt. Badly.
As the dust settled around them, Jules had been able to tell with only a glance that her lower leg was broken.
She was tough, though, focusing on him, urgency in her voice. "Jules. Are you all right?"
"Yeah." He was. It seemed impossible, so he checked himself again. He"d hit his head and his ears were ringing from the roar of the explosion, but he was, miraculously, all in one piece-no unwanted piercings of metal or chunks of stone protruding from him.
The man that the Neo-n.a.z.is had left for dead was, indeed, dead on the floor, his head at an unnatural angle, his hair singed, his face burned from the blast.
Alyssa pulled herself into a sitting position. "The bomb?"
And that would be a second bomb to which she was referring.
"They set a timer for five minutes," Jules reported as he ran his flashlight over it. "Four minutes and twenty-two seconds now." Dang, but there was a lot of C4 attached to those blasting caps. He looked at the jerry-rigged thing more closely, wishing Jazz Jacquette were here. The XO of SEAL Team Sixteen wasn"t just a wizard when it came to blowing things up. He was also an expert in keeping bad things like this one from going boom.
"Which way is out?" Alyssa asked, still focused on the run-like-h.e.l.l part of their plan. It had been a good idea-before complications such as broken legs and blasted-shut pa.s.sageways had come into play.
Jules gave her the bad news point-blank, shining his flashlight onto the pile of rubble that had once been the way out of this shallow room just off the tunnel. "That way."
"Plan B?" she asked.
"Grab some wires and pull?" he suggested.
She shifted herself closer, which had to have hurt her leg like h.e.l.l. As Jules watched, she took note of the amount of explosives that the New Reich had left behind.
This was a tad surreal. Yes, there was a timer on the bomb, as Jules had expected. But he hadn"t considered the fact that if the NR was aiming to frame an Iranian group, to make it look as if said group adhered to fundamentalist crazy-a.s.s thinking, then they would have to leave a "suicide bomber" behind.
A man that the NR leader addressed as Heinrich was that unlucky soul. One minute he"d been laughing and joking with the others as they"d set their bomb in place. The next, he"d been elbowed in the nose and kneed in the b.a.l.l.s, and left retching and bleeding on the tunnel floor as his esteemed leader had placed a second, smaller bomb and run away. The det-cord on that piece of work had given the NR mere moments of lead time to run, but the amount of C4 had been far less. Still, the bomb had gone off with an earthshaking boom, caving in part of the tunnel, and effectively trapping them all here.
Not that the New Reich had known Jules and Alyssa were in here. No, their intention had been to trap old dead Heinrich. They"d probably already planted a Koran and a pledge to al-Qaeda in his apartment, for the authorities to find.
"Don"t pull that wire," Alyssa warned Jules now. "Look-it"s b.o.o.by trapped. If you pull it ..."
"I won"t," Jules said.
But s.h.i.t. They had only three minutes and fifty-seven seconds.
"Okay," he said, as the sound of machine-gun fire penetrated their enforced seclusion, as beside him, Alyssa tensed. "Here"s what we"re going to do ..."
Chapter Seven.
The firefight was over before it started.
The enemy, whoever they were with their f.u.c.king swastika tattoos, couldn"t shoot for s.h.i.t. Three were dead, and one was on his stomach, hands on his head in surrender, s.h.i.tting his pants and crying like a baby.