McNutt fished in a pocket and tossed a stainless steel Zippo through the air.
Cobb caught it and admired the carved USMC insignia and the symbol of the US Embassy in Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan. He turned back to the captive, noting the man’s panicked eyes following his every move before he flipped open the lighter with his free hand, then flicked the flint wheel to spark a flame.
The man’s face melted in confusion and terror.
He spoke rapidly to Maggie in a tone of sheer panic.
She translated for Cobb. ‘What are you doing?’
‘Did I forget to tell you?’ Cobb said as he held the fire under the branch, slowly moving the flame back and forth in full view of the prisoner. ‘I heat up the stick to kill all the germs before I shove it into your wound … The smell of burning flesh is fantastic.’
Cobb lowered the lighter and stepped closer.
The man began to scream before Cobb even touched him.
54
Despite her calm demeanor, Maggie was thrilled that Cobb didn’t touch the prisoner. He started screaming immediately, babbling answers to Cobb’s three questions over and over again until his frightened pleas slowly but surely devolved into a single word.
‘Yihequan!’ he cried repeatedly. ‘Yihequan! Yihequan!’
‘What does that mean?’ Cobb asked.
Maggie answered as the vehicle slowed to a stop. ‘He works for a criminal organization called Yihequan — the Brotherhood of Righteous and Harmonious Fists. They know we are after a treasure, but this man does not know which one.’
‘And what do the brothers want?’
‘They want the treasure, then they want us dead.’
‘Yeah,’ Cobb said. ‘I kind of sensed that last part.’
Maggie continued. ‘They were supposed to watch us and only confront us if we found the treasure. But the army showed up and spooked his colleagues. Once the shooting started, he had no choice but to fight back.’
‘Do they know our names?’
‘He doesn’t, but they took our pictures and sent them to Hong Kong.’
Cobb groaned. ‘That’s not good.’
‘What’s not good?’ McNutt asked as he left the cockpit. He had parked the AFV on the side of the road in anticipation of Papineau’s jet and had missed some of the conversation.
‘I’ll tell you later. In the meantime, patch him up and gag him.’
‘You got it, chief.’
Cobb climbed the ladder to the AFV’s roof where Sarah was manning the machine gun, just in case they were attacked by unseen forces.
‘So?’ she asked. ‘What are we facing?’
Cobb pointed to the sky behind her. ‘A tricky landing.’
Low in the sky, the white Gulfstream G650 came in steadily, its landing gear already deployed. The small plane was one of the finest business aircraft in the world, designed for long flights of over 6,000 miles and able to top out at speeds just shy of Mach 1.
They watched as the plane swooped in lower and lower until the rear wheels gently tapped the road a moment before the nose gear settled. If everything went according to plan, the sleek jet would race on its wheels along the road and stop right next to them.
‘Shit,’ Cobb said as he stared to the south. Off in the distance, he could see the army convoy coming around a bend in the road behind the plane. The soldiers were less than a mile from the rendezvous point, and they were closing fast. Cobb immediately stuck his head in the hatch and shouted for his team. ‘The troops are coming. Time to go!’
Sarah slid gracefully off the side of the AFV. ‘Hector, keep those engines running. This is going to be close.’
‘No shit!’ Garcia replied. ‘We just flew over them.’
To their left, snow-capped mountains rose up high. To their right, the muddy brown water of the surging river roared through a series of rapids, carrying tons of soil and debris along the way. Cobb knew they would be pinned by the geography if it came to a gunfight, but this was the only straightaway where the plane could safely land. Unfortunately, the road wasn’t quite the recommended 6,000 feet they would need for takeoff, so getting airborne again would be dicey.
Still, it was the best chance they had.
With a rush of wind and the roar of the turbines, the plane rolled up next to the AFV. Papineau was at the door of the jet with the stairs already lowered; they cleared the ground by barely a foot. Sarah helped Maggie aboard first and nimbly hopped up the steps behind her.
McNutt was next, as Cobb ran alongside the still-moving aircraft to keep pace with it. He was about to catch up to the stairs when he heard the distinctive sound of one of the oncoming AFVs firing its 30 mm cannon in the distance. He dove forward and grabbed the handrail, holding on for his life as the round exploded on the other side of the jet.
‘Go!’ he shouted even though he wasn’t inside the plane yet.
Immediately the engines revved louder as the plane picked up speed on the straight road. As it did, Cobb dragged on the asphalt next to the jet. Without his heavy-duty boots and reinforced cargo pants, he would have lost most of the skin on the lower half of his body, but they protected him until he was able to pull himself onto the stairs and into the plane itself.
Thankful to be inside, he pressed the control that should have retracted the stairs and closed the doorway on the Gulfstream, but nothing happened.
‘You’ve got to be shitting me!’ he blurted.
Cobb grabbed the handrail and tugged as hard as he could as the scenery whizzed by at an alarming rate, but he simply wasn’t strong enough to pull the stairs inside while fighting the surging air. As Cobb pondered his options — and he didn’t see many — Papineau joined him at the door. The Frenchman clamped onto the other rail and heaved with all his might until the steps flattened and the door swung shut. They collapsed to the floor completely out of breath as the pressure seals hissed their approval.
A moment later, the nose of the aircraft lifted up, tilting the cabin back as another round from the AFV’s cannon hit the road nearby with a shuddering boom. Everyone held their breath as the plane lurched upward and then ripped into the sky at a steep angle. Cobb and Papineau rolled down the aisle in a tangle of limbs until McNutt reached out from his seat and grabbed them.
‘I’ll be damned: Papi saved the day,’ McNutt said.
‘In more ways than one,’ Cobb admitted. He patted Papineau on the shoulder while untangling himself from the Frenchman. ‘Thanks for coming back for us.’
‘Happy to help,’ Papineau said as he lay back on the floor. ‘If it’s okay with you, I’m just going to lie here a bit until I catch my breath.’
Cobb smiled. ‘Take as long as you’d like.’
‘I wouldn’t advise it,’ Garcia said, securely strapped into his seat while staring at his laptop. ‘The jets are a lot closer than expected. I had guesstimated an hour. Turns out I was wrong.’
‘How wrong?’ Cobb asked as he helped Papineau to his feet. The Frenchman scrambled to the nearest seat and buckled himself in.
‘Tough to say,’ Garcia announced. ‘We’re sixty miles to the border of Bhutan. That’s approximately six minutes at our top speed. But we’re not there yet, so let’s say seven.’
The pilot, who was fully aware of the incoming jets, abandoned his pursuit of altitude and punched the throttles. They needed speed, not height. The whine of the engines nearly doubled as Cobb buckled himself into the seat next to Sarah.
‘What about the MiGs? Can they catch up to us?’ McNutt asked.
Garcia answered. ‘They’re actually not MiGs. They’re Chinese Chengdu J-10s, which is why my initial calculations were off. They can reach speeds of Mach 1.2.’
Cobb nodded. ‘In other words, yes.’