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"No worries," commented Little Guy. "Standard operating procedure for a hot extraction. They'll keep pouring on the speed until the last second, then they'll ...
Caine tried hard to believe Little Guy's explanation as the twelve-meter attack sled cleared the far end of the roof-and then, like a bristly mechanical wasp,...
Meyerson was coiled to go, Caine-for once-ready to follow his lead, when Little Guy's hand came down on his left bicep. "No, we wait for the signal."
"Which is?"
But Little Guy was watching the vertibird through narrowed eyes. The craft seemed to roll lazily toward the left side of the roof, turning slightly as it did ...
Meyerson fidgeted. "What's taking-?"
Little Guy made a harsh noise. "Something's wrong."
The VTOL stopped for a second, then danced quickly to the right, thrusters swiveling sharply into lateral flight mode. It started picking up speed, swinging b...
From somewhere off to the left, a sharp, growling cough gave birth to another sound-that of a severed pressure hose, which up-dopplered sharply. A flash of mo...
The explosion was ferocious: the sudden blast of flame and heat whited out his goggles' thermal imaging circuits, blinding Caine just as the shockwave knocked...
The goggles faded back in: burning wreckage, a madman's arabesque of twisted metal.
"Jesus Christ!" shouted Meyerson.
"Stow that, or I'll kick your ass when-if-we get back to the shack." Little Guy scanned to the left, took off his goggles, stared intently, then put them back...
"What's up, Petty?"
"Target, adjoining rooftop. Wearing a cold suit-probably running a chill can, so no IR signature: that's why the bird didn't see him at first. He won't be alo...
"I'm on it." Meyerson went past, running a jack from his goggles into the scope of his gun.
Caine felt himself being tugged in the other direction: Little Guy was moving low and fast to the center of the roof, into a cluster of fan cowlings, ventilat...
"In there?"
"Now. No time for arguments."
"Wait a minute; I can help you wi-"
The stunning blow-a palm heel strike to Caine's chin-was so fast and unexpected that he didn't even see Little Guy unleash it. Didn't even feel himself fall i...
As Caine started swimming up out of his unsteady fog, he heard Meyerson's rifle stutter off into the night. The lid of the locker banged shut over him and the...
Meyerson's fire went on-a sustained raucous ripping sound that lasted three or four seconds: he had emptied his magazine in one long blast of fire. A moment o...
Caine couldn't follow much after that, as sporadic bursts of fire alternated with long stretches of silence. Eventually, the thin metal walls of the locker st...
Little Guy shook his head. "He didn't make it. Come on." Yet another VTOL-a troop carrier-was skimming across the rooftops, approaching swiftly. Little Guy le...
Caine rolled to the side; Little Guy spun, gun up so fast that it didn't look like a human action at all. It was as though he went from cradling the weapon to...
A gasped "Hold . . . your fire!" stayed his trigger finger long enough to reveal that it wasn't an assassin emerging from the shaft behind them. Not unless on...
Caine, doubled over to run low, reached her and helped her out onto the roof. The blood was not just a stain on the back of her shift: a steady trickle ran do...
He uttered what he knew to be an idiocy: "You're hurt."
Her eyes followed his to the blood, and she smiled. "Hell, I think I was dead."
She was going to add something, but just then the VTOL came down-loud, massive, ominous. Her almond-shaped eyes grew large and round. Little Guy whistled: Cai...
Caine grinned. "No problem. I'm probably alive because you did." He started helping the young woman over to the VTOL, looked back at Little Guy. "What about y...
"I stay here, mind the store. See you safely on your way. We don't want any more surprises. Go."
Caine nodded and obeyed, helping the shivering woman up toward the hands reaching down from the passenger section of the vertibird.
As he climbed in next to her, finding and securing her belt, then his, he noticed that she was looking around, dazed and uncertain.
"Where are we?"
Good question, Caine thought. The thrusters roared: they swooped off the roof and swung upwards into the night sky. They could see more clearly now; off to th...
"We're near DC," he said.
The young woman nodded, eyes now locked on a distant and immense white cubist finger that was accusing the sky, brightly lit by floodlights: the Washington Mo...
Caine, not sure he had heard her, leaned closer, shouted over the thrusters, "I'm sorry: say again?"
She closed her eyes; when they opened, they were bright with tears. He felt his chest constrict as she repeated: "I asked you 'when': when are we?"
Unable to speak-silenced by seeing his own loss in her eyes-Caine reached out without thinking, placed his palm gently along her left cheek.
She smiled, eyes brighter and more liquid still, and held his hand there. Tightly.
Chapter Fourteen
ODYSSEUS
The perfect blue of it, Caine thought, watching the flawless surface of the Mediterranean dapple beneath the approaching security delta. It banked hard right un...
In the center of the fourth seascape, framed between two columns, was a silver-haired man facing away from him. He was still in good shape, but there was a te...
Well, that cinches it, Caine decided as he passed through the shadow of the temple's still-intact entablature. According to five weeks of research while he wa...
Caine emerged back into the beating glare of the Aegean sun, drew abreast of the man, and stole a sideways glance: patient blue eyes were tracking the delta's...