Drake remembered that ground-penetrating radar was the Swede’s specialty. He listened to the chatter but eyeballed every inch of the surrounding hostile territory as he ran. The competence of the people around him gave him confidence. He was used to venturing into the unknown and striking a supposedly superior target. Though Kennedy’s death had been avenged and even now the Blood King, Dmitry Kovalenko, was suffering in prison for all his terrible sins, Drake couldn’t help but look forward to the dark violence that was to come. He had been forced to embrace it for Kennedy.
It would always be a part of him.
A deep rumble came from up above. The ground shook for a few seconds and in between small gaps in the trees, he strained to see a plume of spreading smoke. Cayman and his men had made their entrance, maybe even destroying part of the ancient castle. Nothing would get in the way of their arrogance and their progress.
Except us. Drake saw the four SAS men at point, Sam and his colleagues. All four had once worked with Drake and with Wells. He trusted their judgment with his life. Next came the two Japanese, Mai’s friends, and Gates’s four secret service agents. Komodo and his three Delta soldiers had volunteered to watch their backs and allowed Belmonte, Ben and Karin to join them.
Hayden, Kinimaka, Gates, and the rest of them formed a formidable central column. Up they went, eyes peeled for trouble, but it was their ears that easily pinpointed Cayman’s position. Loud shouts and curses rang around the hillside. The mercs who worked for Cayman were in a hurry, making no effort to keep their presence under wraps. The DIA operative would know that Gates followed and had no doubt left orders to quickly enforce the perimeter.
They were soon among a set of old ruins, now closing in on the castle. The signal went up for absolute silence and readiness. A whisper rattled down the throat-mics, asking for half a dozen men to circle around the staging area. Drake crouched behind a rough free-standing concrete archway that might once have been a window. A cursory glance ahead and he saw the staging area. Cayman’s men rushed around, setting up a communications array and a makeshift HQ. They lugged equipment from three stationary choppers as their rotors whirled gently. The old castle’s tumbledown walls made a crazy backdrop to the proceedings, its gaping doorway emitting clouds of smoke that drifted up from somewhere deep inside.
Drake heard the Bluetooth squawk that signaled the flanking team’s readiness. Mai, Alicia and Dahl knelt in readiness alongside him. In the stand of trees behind them lay Komodo and his team with Ben and Karin among them.
Hayden took them all in with an enigmatic expression. “The doomsday device and Cayman,” she whispered, a ghost in their ears. “That’s what we’re here for.”
They broke cover with devastating force, coming at Cayman’s men from three sides, dozens of professional soldiers firing in short, accurate bursts. The screaming began immediately, bodies and equipment struck and sent smashing to the ground. Even then, Cayman had had the foresight to conceal a few sharpshooters in the castle itself. Shots rang out, and the grass around Drake’s feet was peppered with gunfire, sods of earth kicking up as if they’d jumped out of the ground. Immediately, one of Mai’s men fell and the rogue Japanese agent dropped to one knee, squeezing off shot after shot, each one at a different window to keep the shooters neutralized.
But the mercs were hardened fighters. Showing no sign of panic at the onrushing force, they located weapons and held their ground. Drake smashed his rifle into the face of the first he came to, aware that Cayman would already know the enemy had arrived and would be hatching a plan.
When the man went down, Drake shot him and moved onto the next. Hayden was struggling beside him. Nowhere near healed yet, she had no choice but to fight until they could find someone to help them, someone they could trust. Drake felled his man and looked around. A few dozen mercs were down. The chopper pilots were dead or tagged and gagged. Alicia was already tailing the SAS soldiers as they ran for the wide castle entrance. Mai fired without pause, and had now been joined by more men. It seemed a couple of sharpshooters still remained, but the SAS would soon take care of that.
Dahl kicked a man’s knee out. When the man fell and let out a shriek, the Swede hesitated. But Daniel Belmonte didn’t. Coming up with the rear guard, he stepped around Dahl and shot the man point-blank in the head.
When Dahl turned a confused expression on him, Belmonte’s cultured tones were frayed with pain. “One of them killed Emma. That tars them all. None of them deserve to live, not here and certainly not among civilized people.”
Drake caught hold of Dahl’s shoulder. “No time to argue. Go.”
They ran along the path and passed under the castle walls into a suffused dimness. Alicia was just descending a stairwell to the left, hissing with distaste.
“Bloody regimentals got to ‘em first. That leaves me with a zero body count so far.” The Englishwoman looked glum.
Mai caught up. “So take point and stop your whining.”
“My pleasure.”
“Alright.” Drake spotted two exits. He was about to follow Hayden and Kinimaka as they stalked toward the farthest when a stream of enemy soldiers suddenly burst from both doors. Drake rolled as gunfire erupted. Everyone evaded as best they could, leaping sideways or even falling backward. A hail of bullets was not something to confront standing up. But when Drake hit the deck, he was already aiming and squeezing the trigger of his M16. His skull struck concrete, but his aim didn’t waver. Bullets strafed the room, whizzing and zipping from wall to wall. Boots came toward his face. With his hands full of rifle, he had little chance of defending himself.
He braced for the impact and hoped not to lose too many teeth.
Then the boots skipped sideways and folded. A second later, a body landed beside him. He found himself staring into the newly dead eyes of a pock-marked mercenary.
A hand appeared. A voice. “You owe me. Saved your looks.” Then a sigh. “Such as they are.”
Alicia had gotten her first kill. Drake jumped up, saw a man wearing leather leaping at him, pounding hard, gun drifting up. Drake moved faster than his opponent’s eye could follow. Hand strikes to the body and the head, all purposely aimed and weighted to rupture organs and snap bones. Another enemy body came at him, but his focus was solely on the parts of the body where he could cause maximum damage in minimum time. He didn’t even see the face of the man he killed.
He finally earned some breathing space. Hayden and Kinimaka fought at the front of a pack, which included the four SAS soldiers. Dahl battled over on the other side of the room, helping Komodo and his Delta team while also protecting the non-fighters. Alicia fought on her own. The joint prowess of his team members impressed him, and they swiftly overtook their opponents.
But it was Mai Kitano who cut them down. Wherever she went, men lay convulsing in her wake. Fear spread among their enemies as the Japanese woman inched toward them. When a man tried to spray the room with automatic fire, Mai grabbed his arm and shoved it down so the first burst fired into the floor. With superhuman speed, she twisted his wrist, snapping it, but keeping the barrel steady so that the second burst ravaged his nearby colleagues. When he fell to his knees, Mai made sure the third burst ended up in his skull.
Between them, Mai and Alicia mopped up the remainder of their assailants. When they had finished, the two women stared at each other.
Alicia said, “Maybe we should start keeping a head count. The winner gets to—” Her eyes swiveled toward Drake as Hayden’s shout drowned everything out.
“Let’s go!”