which case keep your radios clear because I’m going to be issuing orders on the fly.”
Mortimer slapped a fresh magazine into the H &K, stuck two more into his belt so he could grab them quickly. He reached into his shirt pocket for the cigar Bill had given him, bit the end and stuck it in his mouth. He tapped Sheila on the shoulder, gestured to the cigarette lighter. She pressed it in, waited, and it popped out a few seconds later. She handed it back to Mortimer, who puffed the cigar to life, then handed the lighter back to her.
Tyler smelled the smoke, wrinkled her nose and glanced in the rearview mirror. She put a hand over her microphone and said, “Those things will kill you.”
Mortimer cocked the H &K. “Gee, and I’m usually such a careful guy.”
A grin flickered at the corners of Tyler’s mouth. Just for a second.
Mortimer stuck his head up through the moonroof, the wind ripping at him. He looked around to get his bearings. The Blue Group of MINI Coopers held together in a tight formation, Tyler’s in the middle, one on either side, one in the front and one in the back. Mortimer looked at the MINI behind them, saw Bill’s head sticking up through the moonroof, his Union hat tied on with a strip of rawhide under his chin. They traded thumbs-ups and Mortimer ducked back into the car.
The headphones crackled. “Big Duck, this is Silverfish, we have movement on the overpass just ahead, now we’ve passed it, looking back. Can’t get a count, Big Duck.”
Suddenly a flurry of voices on the radio. Mortimer could barely follow it.
– “I read you, Silverfish. Bullfrog, stay in formation. Slow it down, Dragonfly.”
– “Big Duck, this is Dragonfly. I’m way in the back. Already going pretty slow.”
– Malcolm cursed. “Well who the hell is this on my left?”
– “Willow Switch, sir.”
– “I thought I was Willow Switch,” came another voice.
– “We traded, remember? You wanted to be Iron Man.”
– “Big Duck, this is Starfish. What about me? I can’t see if I’m in formation or not.”
– “This is Big Duck. I thought you were on point, Starfish.”
– “No, that’s Silverfish.”
– “Babble Fish, here. Did you just radio to me? I was getting some apple juice.”
– “Goddamn it, everyone shut the hell up!” Malcolm shouted. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you pick your own call signs. Silverfish, stay on point.”
– “Multiple sightings, multiple sightings, Big Duck. We have Red Stripes on the next two overpasses. I count at least a dozen, maybe-”
– “Everyone, tighten up,” Malcolm ordered. “Keep sharp.”
Far ahead, Mortimer saw a section of the fog glow bright orange with the sound of an explosion. Two more quick explosions followed.
– “Goddamn, Larry’s on fire, I can’t see-”
– “-mortars, I think. Where the hell did they get-”
– “Lost a tire, for Christ’s sake, I can’t steer this fucking thing-”
More explosions, almost on top of them now.
Tyler flipped the radio to the Blue Group setting. “Buckle up and spread out. Jimmy, I said spread out, but maintain speed, okay? You’ve got to keep up.”
– “Sorry, boss.”
Tyler switched back to the main channel.
– “-put some goddamn fire on those overpasses, make them duck their heads. The rest of you people spread out and keep going and we’ll get through them as quickly as possible.”
Another explosion to Mortimer’s left. He winced at the flash. Two more mortar rounds chewing up highway to his right.
– “Silverfish here, I got headlights a hundred yards, a dozen pair easy, whoa! No, make that a lot more. Here they come, Big Duck.”
– “Get back with the group, Silverfish. You can’t do any more out there on point, and your ass is hanging in the wind.”
A ball of fire erupted in front of them. Tyler yelled and swerved. A MINI Cooper from Yellow Group was tossed into the air, the flaming wreckage passing over Mortimer and obliterating the blue Cooper directly to Mortimer’s left. The Cooper behind him swerved sharply, tires squealing, debris strewing fifty yards in a line of flame and smoke.
– “Jesus, that was Eddie.”
– “Cut the chatter-”
– “Look out, they’re already-”
– “This is Big Duck. Everyone shut the fuck up right now. I’m looking at trucks, V-8’s, big stuff. Do not engage head-on, repeat, take ’em on the side streets if you can. You can’t take these guys with speed or muscle, so it’s going to have to be maneuverability. If you can-shit!”
