He hit the green one, heard the satisfying crunch and saw movement as the gates swung inward, and climbed back into the truck as it began to pick up speed. As he paused atop the sides he cursed. “Bastards are chasing us.”
The heavy truck rumbled and roared as it bounced and crashed its way through the prison gates and on to a rough-and-ready road. Dahl fought the wheel at every turn. Alicia checked the side mirrors to gauge the pursuit.
“Three trucks, a little Land Rover type thing and a kind of mini-pickup. Drake would probably know the makes, models and street value.” She smiled tightly.
Dahl was wracking his memory. “You remember the map? If we branch off up the road ahead we come to Zalinsk — the empty town?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Dahl swung the wheel hard when the turn came up, sending the truck jouncing along an even bumpier road and his teammates sprawling across the truck’s bed. Through the subsequent yelling, Dahl uttered the quiet words, “Apologies people.”
They crested a muddy rise. The town of Zalinsk lay in a shallow depression, nothing more than an unsystematic jumble of buildings, many now open to the elements as the place had been abandoned for so long. With the pursuing vehicles only a half mile behind, Dahl set off down the slope only a little faster than was safe. When the truck hit the bottom he aimed it at the middle of two of the nearest buildings and hauled on the brakes when it had effectively blocked the road.
“Pile out!”
Dahl hit the dirt first, Alicia a step behind. Drake scaled the truck’s sides and flipped himself over the top, then waited for Yorgi. Mai landed deftly beside him.
“Who is your new friend, Matt?”
“Prisoner. Thief. Informer. Entrepreneur. It’s good to see you, Mai.”
“It will get even better when we reach civilization.” Mai smiled demurely, then raced off through the open door of a nearby building, heading for the roof. The pursuing convoy was already thundering down the slope, some of the guards taking hopeless potshots. Drake followed Mai as Hayden and Kinimaka aimed for a nearby structure, the big man as usual ensuring he was the screen between his boss and the line of fire. Drake thought that Hayden was so used to his routine, she barely noticed it anymore.
Gunfire cracked from the rooftop. Drake saw the lead truck’s windshield shatter and had an idea. “Yorgi, wait behind me.” He pointed.
Sinking to his knees, he took aim with the sturdy M4. The sights lined up and he squeezed off a flurry of bullets. The lead truck lurched and swerved as the driver-side tire exploded, veering off the road and bouncing rapidly down a sharp hill. Drake imagined the men being flung around inside the truck bed much more vigorously than he had been, and saluted with the rifle when he saw two of them thrown so high they were tossed over the side.
His teammates all opened fire. The second two vehicles ground to a halt, their occupants scrambling out and either finding cover or rushing around the back. Drake stayed where he was for the moment.
Then four guards poked their heads into sight. One exploded instantly, a splash of red being the only testament that he’d been there at all. The other three leveled rocket launchers.
Drake ducked and threw himself into the dirt as missiles flew at them.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Russell Cayman wandered through the chaotic dust-thickened ballroom, an eerie wraith in the dark. Otherworldly, the stench of death and human flesh clinging to him like a thick toxic miasma. His step was sure and he had eyes for only one thing.
The bones of Kali, Goddess of Evil.
She hung before him, wired to the wall in all her glory. Cayman had rebuilt her skeleton full-size and then used iron wall hooks and industrial wire to keep her in place, spread magnificently across the wall and looking down on him from a superior position.
On them.
Cayman dragged the half-dead body of a local man behind him, fingers wrapped in his long blood-matted hair, the slithering sound of his last passage punctuated only by the occasional tattoo of his boots striking the floor in response to intense spasms of agony. Cayman stopped when Kali loomed over him, the sight of her dirty gray bones a soothing balm to his scorched eyes.
“My Goddess.” He knelt. Around him tiny shadows shifted — the denizens he lived with, all squatting in the dark like creeping Gollums — in the once-empty mansion that had belonged to the secret group known as the Shadow Elite. The ballroom was where most of them had so painfully died, so Cayman found it fitting that Kali should reside here, pressed up against the dried patches of their life blood.
“I bring you… a sacrifice.”
He threw the body at her feet, watching as the twitching man bled out. He enjoyed taking and killing the locals in this area of Vienna, sometimes offering them to Kali, other times feeding them to the rats and adding their tenderest pieces to his saucepan.
He had grown into a culinary genius.
When the man stopped twitching, Cayman moved forward, kneeling in the pool of still-warm blood, and supplicated in front of his god. He leaned over and kissed Kali’s feet, held the cold bones against his cheek. At last he felt whole again, nourished, part of a family. Cayman’s real mother had dumped him into a ditch and driven away when high on drugs. Kali would be his guardian, his overseer, for life.
His cell phone rang for the first time in weeks. He wasn’t happy, but he wasn’t surprised. In most ways he was fully expecting the call. Cayman kissed the cracked bones one more time before standing and moving away to a far corner, at the center of a sticky network of spider webs.
“Yes.”
“Have you been expecting me, Russell?”
“Yes, sir, I have.”
“Good. Where are you now?”
“The old mansion.”
“In Vienna? How excellent. Then you must come to me at once.”
Cayman acquiesced. He had always known there existed one single man, one indistinct figure who ruled them all. The true leader of the Shadow Elite. “I’ll set out as soon as it’s light, Mr Block.”
“And Cayman?”
“Yes, Mr Block?”
“Make sure you bring the bones of Kali with you. With her help… we will once again rule the world.”
Cayman was in no position to argue with the once and future king of the world. He softly agreed and finished the call, staring up one more time at the immense skeleton wired to the twenty-foot-high wall.
“We have one more night, my Goddess.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Drake shielded his eyes as the rockets exploded. Sheets of flame burst upwards and outwards, detonating like a fire bomb. He saw the entire building to his right literally sag as walls were blasted away — the same building Mai, Alicia and Dahl occupied. He could only watch as rock and stone cascaded down and the entire structure began to crumble.
“Look out!” The warning felt way too late.
Mai, lying in wait on the flat roof, had ducked behind the stone parapet when she saw the missiles swinging in. Their impact sent an ominous vibration through the structure beneath her, one she felt through her own body and understood immediately. At first there was only the groan of heavy foundations shifting, but then the entire roof area lurched and sagged. The front end slumped, bricks and mortar cascading away, crashing to the ground below. Mai scrambled backwards, catching the eyes of Dahl and Alicia.