Galloway’s plan appeared to have been completely successful.
Outside the defensive ring, the Alma seemed confused at this turn of events. They came together in a group, thirty or more of them that Banks saw through the narrow gaps between the mammoths, and they showed no sign of wishing to press any further attacks, as if intimidated by the bulk of the tusked beasts facing them.
“Not bad, for an Englishman,” Wiggins said, and clapped Galloway on the shoulder.
The scientist smiled, then winced when he tried to put his weight on his injured ankle.
“I don’t know how long I can stand,” he said.
“We’ll carry you if we need to,” Banks said. “We’re all getting out of this together, I promise you that.”
“Is that your gut or your head talking, Cap?” McCally asked.
“A bit of both, lad,” Banks said, but he wasn’t looking at his men—his attention was on the big bull mammoth, who had pricked up his ears and lifted his head. Banks had seen the gesture before, and guessed what was coming next. The mammoth lifted its great tusks high, and trumpeted long and loud over the tundra.
Another sound slowly rose to join it, the distinctive whump of an approaching chopper.
“Get ready, lads, we’re leaving,” Banks said as the bulky swollen body of a Russian transport helicopter came into view, arriving fast from the north.
“Very good, Cap,” Wiggins said. “But I hardly think these beasties will give us a guard of honor to the runway. How do we get across the open ground?”
Banks laughed.
“The same way we always do things. We run like buggery and shoot the fuck out of anything that gets in our way. Any questions?” The chopper circled high above the domed complex as Banks continued. “We need to let them know we’re here. Let’s make some noise. Move out.”
He squeezed between the flanks of the bull and its nearest neighbor; the big mammoth sidled aside to let them pass through, and trumpeted again; Banks liked to think it was wishing them luck.
We’re going to need it.
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The Alma were not slow in taking note that the squad had broken cover, and began to move toward them even as Banks had Wiggins and McCally take point and head for the runway.
“Get the pilot’s attention any way you can,” he said. “The sarge and I have got our backs. Move your lardy arses if you want to get out of here.”
Hynd stood with him as the other three, Galloway limping noticeably, headed off towards the complex. The chopper saw them, and started to come down for a landing. Banks caught a movement in the corner of his eye, and turned to see the four remaining huge thunderbirds swooping down in formation as they had before, intent on seeing off this new intruder as they had done with the last plane.
“Oh no you don’t. Not this time,” he said, and took aim, shooting the lead bird out of the sky. It fell in a flurry of broken wings and feathers, in the space between their position and the Alma. The other three birds broke off and began to circle high above, while the Alma, sensing a meal, surged forward in a rush to be first at the fallen bird. The chance of such an easy meal meant they had lost all interest in the men.
“Fuck me, if I knew it was as simple as just feeding the fuckers, I’d have shot Wiggo long before now,” Hynd said as they backed off, fast, hurrying to catch Wiggins, McCally, and Galloway.
The chopper landed on the edge of the runway between the ruin of the Lear Jet and the domed complex. Two armed men got out and covered them as they ran, Banks and McCally having to almost carry Galloway while Wiggins and Hynd lugged what was left of their kit.
“The others,” Galloway shouted in Banks’ ear. “We can’t just leave them.”
“Somebody will be back,” Banks shouted, and bundled the scientist into the chopper. At the same moment, the two armed backup men started to fire out onto the tundra. Banks turned to look.
The dead bird hadn’t lasted long, and the Alma’s attention had once again turned to the men. A score or more of the loping, shaggy humanoids were coming at speed across the boggy ground, heading directly for them. Banks, Hynd, McCally, and Wiggins lined up at the chopper door, ready to lay down a field of fire.
But it wasn’t necessary.
Whether it was the noise of the gunfire, the presence of the chopper, or simply the fact that there was a large tribe of Alma on his territory, the bull mammoth decided that enough was enough.
His trumpeting bellow sounded loud even above the thump of the choppers rotors. The bull raised his huge tusks high, then lumbered into a charge, directly toward the Alma. At the same time, the door of the domed complex burst open and a gray torpedo, the cave lion, bleeding from a dozen wounds, came out at a run, also heading straight for the tribe of Alma.
Faced with the double threat, the Alma faltered, and broke, fleeing before the onslaught. The mammoth herd, all as one, came on in a stampede that shook the ground, the lion threw itself among the hairy humanoids, tearing and biting and sending gouts of blood spraying in a fine mist in the air.
Overhead, the thunderbirds circled, sensing an imminent feast.
Banks turned his back on all of it, and got his men into the chopper.
He had one last look back as they rose up off the tarmac.
The Alma were in flight, loping at speed away across the plain towards the towering cliffs at the edge of the fjord. The lion had given up, settled, crouched, over a large slab of meat. The thunderbirds were already fluttering down onto another body twenty yards distant, and the mammoth were regrouped in a circle, almost in the same position they had been in previously.
As the chopper turned away, the bull raised its tusks and let out a farewell bellow.
Banks raised his hand and waved back as a fog rolled in below him and the chopper took them away to safety.
Read on for a free sample of Prehistoric Beasts And Where To Fight Them
Hugo Navikov
PREHISTORIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIGHT THEM
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