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.‘Where’s he taking it?’‘I.I don’t know.’Another slam on the wound.Her body convulsed.‘Where’s he taking it?’Caroline struggled to get the words out.‘I don’t know.I swear I don’t know.He said it was better that way.Please don’t hit me again.’ She continued to shake.Jack stood, leaving her on the ground – she wasn’t going anywhere without their help, anyway – and walked outside.Siobhan was standing five metres from the door, her head in her hands, her shoulders shaking.After what they’d just heard about Lily, he didn’t blame her for crying.Under different circumstances, he might have cried himself.But there wasn’t time for that.Not if they were going to act on the information they had.‘Khan hasn’t told her anything.’She looked at him, her face tear-stained.‘How do you know?’Jack gave her a dark look.‘You get a feel for these things.’Siobhan closed her eyes briefly.‘We need to get her out of here,’ she said quietly.‘Back to the UK.She’s our only witness to what Khan’s up to.Nobody’s going to accept a word of this without her.And if we don’t find Khan.’Jack looked away.‘This vehicle’s useless,’ he said.‘I need to check on our Land Rover.You wait here.Try to keep her conscious.’Siobhan nodded.She handed over the keys and the two of them went their separate ways, her towards the supine and shaking body of the professor, Jack towards their vehicle.He just prayed it was in some kind of state to use.The technical that carried Khan and his men bumped and jolted over the shoddy track that passed as a road.‘Slow down,’ he shouted in Arabic.‘Be careful of the case!’The driver didn’t acknowledge hearing him, so Khan grabbed a pistol from the lap of the guard sitting next to him on the rear seat and held it to the man’s head.‘Slow down.’The driver hit the brakes and the jolting reduced.Khan wiped the sweat from his brow, then cleaned his glasses again on his now filthy dishdasha.The arrival of his unexpected guests had shaken him.He needed a clear head if his carefully laid plans were to be executed without complication.He had made a mistake, he realised, letting the guards have their way with the women.It had been done in anger.He should have just killed them.He turned to his neighbour.‘Get on the phone,’ he said.‘If Harker and the women are not dead, they should be killed immediately.’The guard nodded.He pulled out a mobile phone and dialled a number.No answer.He gave Khan a glance and tried one of the other men.‘They are not answering,’ he said.Khan frowned.He knew what it meant.‘The prisoners are still alive,’ he said.‘Our men are dead.Call the others.Instruct them to meet us as quickly as possible.One vehicle can take me and the case on to safety.’ He pointed a finger around the men in the technical.‘The rest of you must return with a convoy and eliminate Stenton, Harker and the woman.They mustn’t leave that place alive.’The guard nodded.He pulled out a mobile phone, dialled a number and started to speak.It took five minutes for Jack to run the kilometre or so of dry, stony terrain to where they had parked the Land Rover.It was a mess.The windows had been smashed out, the tyres blown away and the chassis ripped.Jack could only assume that Khan and his men had shot it up with the machine gun from their technical as they passed.Whatever the truth, one thing was clear – they weren’t going anywhere in that vehicle.Jack cursed under his breath, then ran back to the deserted village.Before he returned to Siobhan, though, he searched the area.It was a scene of devastation.The shacks and shanties that passed for houses were burned out and deserted; looters had picked the whole place clean.In the back of his mind he’d entertained the thought that he might find a serviceable vehicle.That, he now realised, was wishful fucking thinking.He found Siobhan still crouched down by Caroline.He could tell by the look she gave him that the professor was in a bad way.‘The vehicle’s fucked.’‘The dead guards,’ Siobhan said.‘Their phones have been ringing.’‘Shit,’ Jack muttered.Caroline groaned and her eyes rolled.‘We’ve got to get her out of here,’ Siobhan told him.Jack turned away and checked his watch.23.00 hrs.Markus would fly at midnight.Even with a vehicle it was tight.But in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night without a ride – it wasn’t exactly like they could call a cab.He had to think of another way to—‘Jack.’ Siobhan interrupted his train of thought.He turned round.She had the GPS cupped in her hands and was staring at it with anxiety written all over her face.‘Jack, you need to look at this.’He joined her in staring at the screen.There was no mistaking it.The green dot was moving, not away from them this time.Towards them.They were no more than five klicks away.Jack kept staring at the dot.It continued to blink silently but inexorably in their direction.There was no way Khan would be bringing the device anywhere near them.It meant only one thing.They’d dropped him off somewhere and now they were returning to take care of unfinished business.They knew who Jack was and what he was capable of; they knew the guards whose job had been to finish them off weren’t answering their phones.Chances were they were returning with reinforcements.‘Jesus, Jack.What are we going to do?’Jack stared out into the darkness.He couldn’t defend this place alone.Not by himself.Not with the assets at his disposal.The dead guards had assault rifles, but he could only fire one at a time.The machine gun on the technical could take out a truck, two at a push.But once he was out of ammo, the truth was that they’d be sitting ducks.They had two options.To run, and take their chances in the night.Or.He looked around for his canvas bag.It was on the ground just a couple of metres from where Caroline lay trembling.Rummaging inside it, Jack pulled out the sat phone Markus had given him.He turned to Siobhan, who was still carrying the GPS.‘I need our coordinates,’ he instructed.It took a matter of seconds for Siobhan to run outside, then return and hand him the unit, which now displayed their latitude and longitude coordinates.He nodded at her, then checked the number scratched on the back of his sat phone and dialled it.Markus answered immediately.‘Jack, buddy, I’m getting nervous.Give me some good news.’‘Negative,’ Jack replied.He strode away from the two women.‘Markus, we’ve got ourselves a situation [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.‘Where’s he taking it?’‘I.I don’t know.’Another slam on the wound.Her body convulsed.‘Where’s he taking it?’Caroline struggled to get the words out.‘I don’t know.I swear I don’t know.He said it was better that way.Please don’t hit me again.’ She continued to shake.Jack stood, leaving her on the ground – she wasn’t going anywhere without their help, anyway – and walked outside.Siobhan was standing five metres from the door, her head in her hands, her shoulders shaking.After what they’d just heard about Lily, he didn’t blame her for crying.Under different circumstances, he might have cried himself.But there wasn’t time for that.Not if they were going to act on the information they had.‘Khan hasn’t told her anything.’She looked at him, her face tear-stained.‘How do you know?’Jack gave her a dark look.‘You get a feel for these things.’Siobhan closed her eyes briefly.‘We need to get her out of here,’ she said quietly.‘Back to the UK.She’s our only witness to what Khan’s up to.Nobody’s going to accept a word of this without her.And if we don’t find Khan.’Jack looked away.‘This vehicle’s useless,’ he said.‘I need to check on our Land Rover.You wait here.Try to keep her conscious.’Siobhan nodded.She handed over the keys and the two of them went their separate ways, her towards the supine and shaking body of the professor, Jack towards their vehicle.He just prayed it was in some kind of state to use.The technical that carried Khan and his men bumped and jolted over the shoddy track that passed as a road.‘Slow down,’ he shouted in Arabic.‘Be careful of the case!’The driver didn’t acknowledge hearing him, so Khan grabbed a pistol from the lap of the guard sitting next to him on the rear seat and held it to the man’s head.‘Slow down.’The driver hit the brakes and the jolting reduced.Khan wiped the sweat from his brow, then cleaned his glasses again on his now filthy dishdasha.The arrival of his unexpected guests had shaken him.He needed a clear head if his carefully laid plans were to be executed without complication.He had made a mistake, he realised, letting the guards have their way with the women.It had been done in anger.He should have just killed them.He turned to his neighbour.‘Get on the phone,’ he said.‘If Harker and the women are not dead, they should be killed immediately.’The guard nodded.He pulled out a mobile phone and dialled a number.No answer.He gave Khan a glance and tried one of the other men.‘They are not answering,’ he said.Khan frowned.He knew what it meant.‘The prisoners are still alive,’ he said.‘Our men are dead.Call the others.Instruct them to meet us as quickly as possible.One vehicle can take me and the case on to safety.’ He pointed a finger around the men in the technical.‘The rest of you must return with a convoy and eliminate Stenton, Harker and the woman.They mustn’t leave that place alive.’The guard nodded.He pulled out a mobile phone, dialled a number and started to speak.It took five minutes for Jack to run the kilometre or so of dry, stony terrain to where they had parked the Land Rover.It was a mess.The windows had been smashed out, the tyres blown away and the chassis ripped.Jack could only assume that Khan and his men had shot it up with the machine gun from their technical as they passed.Whatever the truth, one thing was clear – they weren’t going anywhere in that vehicle.Jack cursed under his breath, then ran back to the deserted village.Before he returned to Siobhan, though, he searched the area.It was a scene of devastation.The shacks and shanties that passed for houses were burned out and deserted; looters had picked the whole place clean.In the back of his mind he’d entertained the thought that he might find a serviceable vehicle.That, he now realised, was wishful fucking thinking.He found Siobhan still crouched down by Caroline.He could tell by the look she gave him that the professor was in a bad way.‘The vehicle’s fucked.’‘The dead guards,’ Siobhan said.‘Their phones have been ringing.’‘Shit,’ Jack muttered.Caroline groaned and her eyes rolled.‘We’ve got to get her out of here,’ Siobhan told him.Jack turned away and checked his watch.23.00 hrs.Markus would fly at midnight.Even with a vehicle it was tight.But in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night without a ride – it wasn’t exactly like they could call a cab.He had to think of another way to—‘Jack.’ Siobhan interrupted his train of thought.He turned round.She had the GPS cupped in her hands and was staring at it with anxiety written all over her face.‘Jack, you need to look at this.’He joined her in staring at the screen.There was no mistaking it.The green dot was moving, not away from them this time.Towards them.They were no more than five klicks away.Jack kept staring at the dot.It continued to blink silently but inexorably in their direction.There was no way Khan would be bringing the device anywhere near them.It meant only one thing.They’d dropped him off somewhere and now they were returning to take care of unfinished business.They knew who Jack was and what he was capable of; they knew the guards whose job had been to finish them off weren’t answering their phones.Chances were they were returning with reinforcements.‘Jesus, Jack.What are we going to do?’Jack stared out into the darkness.He couldn’t defend this place alone.Not by himself.Not with the assets at his disposal.The dead guards had assault rifles, but he could only fire one at a time.The machine gun on the technical could take out a truck, two at a push.But once he was out of ammo, the truth was that they’d be sitting ducks.They had two options.To run, and take their chances in the night.Or.He looked around for his canvas bag.It was on the ground just a couple of metres from where Caroline lay trembling.Rummaging inside it, Jack pulled out the sat phone Markus had given him.He turned to Siobhan, who was still carrying the GPS.‘I need our coordinates,’ he instructed.It took a matter of seconds for Siobhan to run outside, then return and hand him the unit, which now displayed their latitude and longitude coordinates.He nodded at her, then checked the number scratched on the back of his sat phone and dialled it.Markus answered immediately.‘Jack, buddy, I’m getting nervous.Give me some good news.’‘Negative,’ Jack replied.He strode away from the two women.‘Markus, we’ve got ourselves a situation [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]