Lights.
Ben cursed under his breath. He hadn’t counted on them having torches. At the mouth to the small cave, beams of light flashed in, then out again.
Don’t come in, Ben thought. Don’t come in…
A shout. The torchlight receded.
‘What did they say?’ Ben asked.
‘I think they’ve found it,’ Aarya whispered so quietly that she was almost inaudible.
A hubbub of voices. And then one, louder than the others. Ben recognized it of course. Amir. He was shouting angrily, giving instructions.
‘What’s he saying?’ Ben hissed at Aarya. ‘Tell me what he’s saying.’
Aarya’s breath shook as she spoke. ‘He said, “Find them,”’ she told him. ‘They’re splitting up, Ben. They’re going deeper into the caves.’ She squeezed his hand. ‘Your plan’s working.’
Ben took another deep breath. The first part of his plan might be working, he thought to himself. Now, though, they had to escape. And that was going to be the difficult bit…
Chapter Thirteen
On the opposite side of Sangin, the fire support unit looked out over the town and the desert hills beyond.
Major James Black looked through a high-powered, handheld military telescope. Behind him were five armoured vehicles, each laden with heavy weaponry manned by the fifteen men that made up his unit. In the distance he could clearly see the opening to a network of caves. He looked at the young soldier standing next to him. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked.
‘Positive, sir. He ran into the cave and hasn’t come out since.’
‘And he was carrying a weapon.’
‘Roger that, sir. Looked like an AK-forty-seven.’ He grinned. ‘Bit difficult to see from this distance though.’
‘Cut the funnies, soldier,’ Major Black instructed. ‘If I order a strike on those caves and we find out there are civilians in there, all hell’s going to break loose. I’ll ask you one more time. Are you sure you can give a positive ID on an enemy combatant entering that cave system?’
Chastened, the soldier nodded. ‘Yes, sir,’ he said quietly. ‘Positive ID, sir.’
Black lifted the telescope to his eye again. The mouth of the cave seemed to wobble with the heat haze. As he looked, his mind ticked over. He was trained to make life or death decisions like this, but that didn’t mean it got any easier. If there were enemy hiding up in that cave system, it was his duty to call in an airstrike. But what if his soldier was wrong? What if the person he had seen was not an insurgent or a terrorist, but an ordinary, law-abiding citizen? What if his AK-47 wasn’t an AK-47, but a pitchfork?
A voice behind him. ‘Awaiting your order, sir.’
Black sniffed. It was decision time. In the distance, the cave continued to shimmer in the heat.
And then, suddenly, movement.
He kept perfectly still. A figure had appeared at the mouth of the cave. Major Black adjusted the focus on his telescope, zooming in digitally onto the figure. And as he did so, a flicker of a smile played on his lips. The man in his sights was armed, all right. The soldier had been correct — he bore a rifle and it was being held ready to use. There was also something on his back — a bergen of some description, only slightly bigger and more cylindrical in shape. Major Black didn’t know what it was, but that didn’t matter. He’d seen all he needed to see.
He turned to the radio operator standing behind him. ‘You have the coordinates for the cave?’
‘Yes, sir. American bomber turning and burning, awaiting your order.’
‘Good. One five-hundred-pound bomb, two millisecond delay. Let’s deal with these guys before they have a chance to kill any British soldiers, shall we?’
‘Yes, sir,’ came the crisp, efficient reply.
Major Black handed the telescope back to the soldier, then returned to the cover of the armoured vehicles.
‘Two minutes to impact,’ the radio controller announced in a loud voice. ‘Two minutes to impact!’
Ben and Aarya started to retrace their steps, hand in hand. Ben used his free hand to follow the cave wall back to the opening, counting his paces as he went. The exit was exactly where he expected it to be. He carefully peered out.
‘Can you see them?’ Aarya asked.
Ben looked to his left. Further into the cave system he thought he saw the flash of a torch. But then nothing. Darkness. He looked to his right. The main entrance was in the distance, glowing like a solitary eye.
‘Come on,’ he whispered. Together they pushed forward towards the light.
Ben’s skin tingled with tension. He walked carefully, silently. Make a noise and it could all be over. All sorts of doubts pinged around his mind. What if they had seen through his plan? What if the terrorists hadn’t carried further on into the cave at all? What if they were watching them from the sides at that very moment? Up ahead, silhouetted against the mouth of the cave, he saw a figure. It was impossible to see his face, but Ben recognized the cylindrical shape on his back well enough. Amir was also carrying his rifle and was pacing up and down. Ben thought he seemed nervous.
They were close now. Fifteen metres, maximum. Ben tapped Aarya on the shoulder and pointed towards the side of the cave, where they huddled down against the wall.
‘We need to move quickly,’ Ben whispered. ‘The others could come back any minute.’
‘What are we going to do?’
Ben frowned. ‘We have to use the element of surprise,’ he said. ‘That’s all we’ve got. We need to get as close as possible, then jump him from both sides. If we do it quietly, and get our timing right, we might get him onto the ground before he has a chance to—’
‘To what, Ben?’
‘To use his gun.’ They fell silent for a moment. ‘You wait here,’ Ben continued. ‘I’ll go to the other side of the cave. On my signal we’ll move forward. When we get close, wait for me to give you the nod, then we’ll just charge him as quickly as we can. He can’t move fast with that thing on his back, so we should manage it.’
‘And what then?’
‘We take his gun.’
Aarya’s eyes widened. ‘But, Ben, surely you would not…’
‘Of course not, Aarya. But I’d rather the gun was in my possession than his, wouldn’t you? At least we’ll be able to make a run for it and warn someone what’s going on.’
Aarya nodded mutely.
‘All right, then,’ Ben said. ‘Remember. Watch for my sign.’
Crouching low, he left Aarya and tiptoed over to the other side of the cave. Then he looked back, held up his arm and emphatically pointed towards the exit.
The two of them crept forward. Every tiny crunch underfoot was magnified in Ben’s hearing a thousand-fold. He could feel his blood pumping in his veins.
Amir grew closer. If he turned now, and looked in the right direction, he would be able to see one of them. But he had his back to the cave mouth and was looking out over the desert. The sun, shining overhead, cast a short shadow. Ben looked down at it: his eyes were drawn to the cylindrical outline of the suitcase bomb, and the long, wicked shape of the man’s rifle. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and prepared to give Aarya the signal.
He raised his arm.
And then, slowly, he lowered it. There was a noise. It was distant at first, just a low hum like a lazy bee on a sunny day. It clearly alarmed Amir, however. Their captor looked up into the sky, then quickly shook his head left and right. With a sick feeling, Ben realized he was looking for somewhere to run.
The buzzing sound grew louder.
And louder.
Instinctively, Ben knew what it was.
‘A plane,’ he whispered. Heading in their direction. It had frightened Amir, and he wasn’t the kind of man to be scared by shadows. ‘We have to get out of here,’ he muttered. And then, louder, more urgently: ‘We have to get out of here! Aarya! RUN!’