I made it up before her, then turned back to see the two cars were still closing, but slowing. Bridgett pulled herself to her feet beside me, and together we ran after Alena, trying to make for the deeper darkness. Whoever was behind us, the creek would stop them as it had stopped us, force them to follow on foot.
We'd covered maybe twenty meters when they started shooting at us, two short bursts from automatic weapons. I didn't look back and I sure as hell didn't stop. Unless they were exceptionally talented marksmen, there was no way they were going to hit us at this range, certainly not with submachine guns, and if they were using assault rifles, we'd have been shot dead already.
We kept running, and the light behind us ran out, and out of the darkness ahead, I could see Alena, and she had veered off to the left, and after another second I saw why. An old barn resolved out of the night, ghostly pale stone and wood. By the time we'd reached it, Alena had already managed one of the two doors on the side, and I followed after Bridgett, again turning to spare a look at our pursuers. They'd left their headlights on, and now I could see there were only two of them, silhouettes making their way patiently toward us.
I pulled the door closed behind me, feeling along the wood in the deeper darkness until I found the locking bar. It resisted me, and I had to force it free before it would slide into place.
"Yeah, this is so much better," Bridgett muttered from somewhere to my left.
"There are two of them," I said. "Submachine guns. We've got maybe a minute before they reach us."
I heard motion off to my side, the sound of metal clattering on metal. Alena cursed. There was absolutely no light in the barn, nothing coming in from above. After another second, I heard metal on stone, knew that Alena had found the bolt on the other door and thrown it.
"Light," I said. "Matches, lighter, anything."
Bridgett laughed bitterly.
"Start feeling around," Alena said. "There must be something here we can use. A tool, something."
I put my hand out to the wall, feeling the stone cold beneath it, using it as a guide, fumbling like a blind man. My left foot hit something hard and I reached out with my free hand for it, was rewarded with the feel of cold metal, thinking of the old joke about the five blind men trying to describe an elephant. Behind me and to the side there was another clatter as either Alena or Bridgett knocked something over. I tried getting a grip on whatever it was I was feeling, found an opening at the top, managed to lift it up with one hand. It felt heavy and ungainly, and I couldn't imagine what it was. Maybe a milk can. Too awkward to use as a weapon. I let it go.
"Got something," Bridgett whispered. "Tools, I think."
"Keep talking," I said, coming off the wall and trying to find her by sound alone.
"Wooden handle, two wooden, no, three, four wooden handles… rake, one's a rake, think I've got a shovel, too, feels like it… maybe an axe. Something else."
My outstretched hand touched her body, and I felt her own hand take my arm, guide it to what she'd been feeling. It was, as described, a wooden handle, worn and smooth, and when I lifted it, the weight on the end was solid and familiar. With my other hand, I felt for the axe head, found it. The edge was dull. Not that it would matter if I got the chance to use it.
The handle on one of the doors rattled, checking it, then stopped. The darkness was disorienting, but I guessed it was the same one I'd locked.
Then a voice came floating in from outside, muted by the stone and wood, speaking in Russian.
"I know you're in there, David."
It was Arzu Kaya.
"I've been waiting for you, watching your women," he said, switching to English. It was the first time I'd heard him speak the language, and he spoke it well, and I wondered why he was using it, until he continued and I realized it was for Alena's and Bridgett's benefit, as much as my own. "You have very pretty women, David, even if they are too old to be worth anything."
His voice seemed to fall and rise irregularly, bouncing between soft and loud as it was deflected by the stone. None of us inside our darkness moved, each of us trying to get a fix on his position by sound.
"The redhead," Arzu said. "The one you were kissing at the airport, she's pregnant, isn't she? Your wife, David? I know a few who pay extra for pregnant."
Carefully, I started sliding my feet forward, back toward the door I'd locked when I'd entered, hoping I wasn't heading straight toward it, and hoping more that Arzu didn't just decide to open up and spray the wood with his submachine gun. Behind me, metal scraped stone as one of the women took up another of the farm implements.
"Who is the other one, the dark-haired one? Some bitch to fuck when your wife says no?"
I half expected Bridgett to respond to that, but she didn't. One of them was moving, though, I could hear her, but with Arzu's voice outside and the acoustics inside, I was having difficulty fixing her position.
"Don't you have anything to say, David?"
I had a lot to say, but I wasn't going to say it right then. My foot hit the wall, and with my free hand I reached out, feeling for the edge of the door. I'd come in close to it, within a foot, and used that as a guide to get my back against the stone wall. I took the axe in both hands, wondering who in the world I was trying to kid. Unless I could get around behind him, by the time I had managed to raise and swing it, Arzu would have shot me a dozen times.
"Then I will say it." Arzu's voice seemed closer now, as if he was just outside the door. "You and your bitches locked in an old barn, and I am outside. If you had a gun, you would have used it already, so you have no gun. So you have no defense. But I have a gun, and if you make me come inside for you, David, not only will I kill you, I will kill your women, too. I will kill your child. But if you come out, I will let them live. You understand me?"
"You should have let it go," I said.
"Let it go?" Arzu's voice crackled with anger. "How do I let it go? The Russians, the Americans, everyone is looking at me because of you! They think I'm Bakhar, now, just like Bakhar! You did this, not me! You made this!"
"You'll let them live." I made no effort to hide my contempt.
"Yes, I will," Arzu said. "Or maybe I keep you alive long enough to watch what I do to them. Make you watch when I carve your baby out of the bitch's belly."
He went quiet, and the silence inside the barn weighed like lead. Then, just as emphatically, it broke.
From the opposite side of the barn came the sudden sound of wood snapping, and a door I hadn't known was there flew open, and a silhouette filled it, large and lean. Theunis Mesick from Amsterdam with a submachine gun in his hands, and whether he could see me or not I didn't know, but he had his weapon pointed straight at me, and I had nowhere to go and no move to make.
The sub came up to his shoulder, and then Alena slammed him in the face with the shovel she'd found, and Theunis Mesick staggered backward, finger heavy on the trigger, muzzle flash as a strobe light as bullets whined wildly off the stone walls and pierced the roof above us. She hit him a second time, knocking him to the ground, then brought the blade of the tool down and into the back of his neck.
I grounded the axe as Alena scooped up the submachine gun, caught it when she threw it to me, pivoting in place. It was an old Sterling, and I tucked it against my side. Arzu was shouting Mesick's name, trying to figure out what had happened, and when no response came, he threw a burst at the door he'd been standing outside, and I stepped away from the wall and returned it with one of my own. The sound of gunfire echoing inside the barn was ferocious.
With the light from the now-open door opposite, I could make out more of the interior. Alena was searching Mesick's body, and Bridgett had some tool of her own in her hands, was moving to her side. I turned from the door Arzu and I had just perforated, made for the other one along the same side, the one Alena had locked. Everything was down to speed now, the same as it had been for Tiasa.