Stealth came naturally to the Fury and it propelled itself through the water with its flexible tail, making barely a ripple as it swam through the shadowy depths.
The chain hoist ran along a rail, and made a loud rattling sound as Gaines towed it into place. Then, having positioned it directly above Pardo, he lowered a pair of cargo hooks.
Pardo took control of them and bent to make the necessary connections. Gaines, who was watching from above, took hold of the control unit that dangled from the hoist. The moment he touched a delta-shaped button a loud whine was heard, chains rattled again, and the canister began to rise.
Pardo was crouched down, waiting for the canister to clear the surface, when a pincer shot up out of the water to grab his throat. His features contorted, and he made a horrible gargling sound as both hands went to the sinewy arm that held him.
As soon as he saw what was happening, Hale opened fire. Gouts of water jumped into the air as the projectiles sought their target, but the creature was extremely tough. Barrie’s Bullseye was slung across her back, and she couldn’t fire the Reapers without spraying Pardo, so she looked as if she was about to jump down when Hale beat her to it.
The thing was pulling Pardo under by that time, and as Hale landed on the concrete chamber wall, he drew the .44 Magnum in a last-ditch attempt to save the Sentinel. The two-handed grip came naturally but the pistol was still difficult to control due to its massive recoil. He put all six of the explosive rounds into the Chimera’s brown sea lion-sized body.
There was blood in the water, lots of it, as what remained of Pardo floated to the surface. He arrived belly-up, and when Hale saw that the Sentinel’s face was missing, he triggered the revolver’s secondary-fire mode. That detonated all five of the bullets that were buried in the monster’s muscular body and blew it in half. A series of closely overlapping thuds were heard, the water heaved, and chunks of raw meat boiled to the surface.
The kill brought Hale no pleasure as he emptied the revolver’s spent casings into the water, replaced them via one of the two speed loaders that he carried on his belt, and flipped the cylinder closed. The handgun went back into the cross-draw holster.
The canister had cleared the walkway by then, and as Gaines towed it toward the elevator, Barrie knelt on the grating.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly, “but we have to go.”
“Yeah,” Hale replied. “I know.”
Then, as he’d been forced to do so many times before, he had to leave a fallen comrade where he was. Adrift in a cooling tank, his face gone, and no longer recognizable as human.
By the time he and Barrie arrived at the elevator, Kawecki, Yorba, and Gaines had already dropped the canister into a rolling cargo module. It was equipped with both a cradle and clamps to hold the cylinder in place. Once the lid had been closed and secured, all they had to do was transport the module to the roof. And that, based on the earlier battle, was where Hale figured the team would run into trouble.
More than an hour had elapsed, which meant Chimeran reinforcements were on the way, or had already arrived.
So as the elevator began to rise, there was a series of clicks, clacking sounds, and a loud whine as Hale slipped a full magazine into what had been Pardo’s Bullseye. While the Marksman was ideal for some tasks, a free-for-all melee wasn’t one of them.
No sooner had that thought passed though Hale’s mind than he heard a chorus of guttural growls, screeches of rage, and incomprehensible stink-speech, and an army of Hybrids rushed the humans. Someone, or something, had released them from their vertical coffinlike storage tubes, and the air was thick with their rank odor as dozens of the raging beasts surged forward.
Fortunately, none of them was armed, but the strength of their charge was sufficient to instantly put six of the hideous creatures on the platform, where one threw itself at Gaines. The Sentinel fired through the Hybrid’s abdomen, thereby killing the stink immediately behind it in the process, but not before the Chimera managed to sink its fangs into his throat. Bright red blood sprayed the surface of the elevator as Gaines went down, his neck ripped open, his eyes already glassy in death.
Meanwhile, the platform continued to rise and Hale, Kawecki, Yorba, and Barrie poured automatic weapons fire into the ravening horde from point-blank range. The mad chatter of their weapons, combined with the screams of dying Hybrids, created a cacophony of sound.
Having emptied her Bullseye, Barrie drew both Reapers and fired them into the mob. Chimera fell like wheat before a combine, their bodies effectively blocking the beasts behind them while the elevator made its way upward.
Hale lobbed two grenades into the crowd just before it disappeared from sight, heard two slightly muffled explosions, and took pleasure in the knowledge that another half-dozen Chimera were dead.
But then the body-strewn platform delivered the team and their hard-won prize onto the building’s flat roof. The AA batteries were still operational, and even though there were fewer ′brids than there had been before, those that remained began firing on the elevator as soon as it surfaced.
The closest Chimera were only a dozen feet away, and scored hits on both Kawecki and Yorba, but they were unable to put either Sentinel down before being killed themselves. That gave the humans control of one AA gun and the northwest corner of the roof. Though wounded, Kawecki and Yorba were still functional, and already starting to heal as they took cover behind the gun mount and shield.
Hale crouched next to Barrie, and they were protected by the metal cargo box as projectiles continued to slam into it. He put the Bullseye down, and was prepping the Marksman for use when the radio transmission came in. “Hollywood to Echo-Six. We’re inbound from the south. Do you read me? Over.”
The voice was familiar.
“Purvis? Is that you? Over.”
“Who the hell else would they send to retrieve your miserable ass?” the pilot replied. “I’m still on the shit list for making that drop north of Valentine. Over.”
“I’m sorry about that, I really am,” Hale said sincerely. “So how ′bout I buy you and your crew a drink? Or a couple of drinks? Assuming you can pluck us off this roof that is. Over.”
“Consider it done,” Purvis replied confidently. “And it’ll be more than a couple. Over.”
“Don’t bring the Party Girl in yet, though,” Hale advised. “We’ve got some stinks to deal with first—not to mention some AA batteries. Over.”
“Roger that,” Purvis replied. “How’s the neighborhood? Over.”
“Nasty by now,” Hale answered. “Can you give me a couple of gun runs? Over.”
“Your wish is my command,” came the response. “I have two Sabre Jets circling at Angels five. They’d like nothing better than to hose that place down. Over.”
“Just keep them off the building,” Hale replied. “Echo-Six out.”
There was still a single Hybrid located at the southwest corner of the roof. It couldn’t bring the AA gun into play because mechanical stops kept the weapon pointed skyward—but it could plink away at the humans from behind the weapon’s shield. Hale solved the problem by launching a drone toward the stink. It flew over the AA battery, fired down on the ′brid, and killed it.
That ceded control of the entire west end of the roof to the humans as the first Sabre Jet roared in from the south. Rockets jumped off wing rails and sleeted in to hit a group of Steelheads on the ground as they jogged toward the building. Body parts were still cartwheeling through the air when the pilot fired his .50 caliber machine guns. The fighter was equipped with six of the weapons, and the hail of shells carved a path of destruction through the base. The plane was so low that they caught a glimpse of the pilot’s helmeted head as he passed the building.