The two men fell silent as the jet banked after takeoff, heading for Seattle. They were powerless for the next few hours. It was all in the hands of Gerrit and his team. And one of them might be a traitor.
Gerrit felt Willy’s tap again. “Those guys are heading our direction, Mr. G.” He held up the reader. Two red dots were coming their way.
“I thought they couldn’t read our heat signatures.”
“They can’t,” Willy said, his voice barely above a whisper. “They can’t see us. The drone knocked out their system. They’re working blind.”
Gerrit motioned to Alena, pointing to the approaching men. She nodded back. He peered over the rock and heard them stumbling his way. One of the men continued to complain about his eyes. The other man told him to shut up and they could see just fine.
Looking over his shoulder, Gerrit realized they were trapped for the moment. They could not go forward, and the cliff was to their back. He had hoped they could have slipped through security without detection. Now, they were going to have to take action.
His stomach tightened as he withdrew a serrated Marine combat knife and Alena pulled out her own weapon. Willy held the reader low, and Gerrit followed the path of the approaching gunmen. The security patrol was closing in, about twenty yards away. Gerrit took one more look at the thermal images, then prepared to move in that direction to cut them off. The two men had begun to draw apart, one moving to Gerrit’s right and the other coming straight toward him.
He could hear the boots stumble over rocks as the two men approached. Ten yards. Five yards. Gerrit crouched behind the boulder, knife in hand. Alena, also crouching, glanced his way. He pointed to himself, and then jabbed his finger toward the man to his left. He pointed at her, and then pointed to the man on his right.
She nodded. Alena understood.
The boots drew near. “What are we doing over here, you idiot? They said to keep an eye on the perimeter.”
“Hey, they told us to check the area. That’s what we’re doing.”
“Okay, we checked. Now, let’s move down there beyond the landing pad and check that area between the cliffs and the perimeter fence.”
They moved off to Gerrit’s left. Soon the guards were far enough away for him to relax. He sheathed the knife and slowly stood. “Okay, any other threats?”
Willy shook his head.
“Then it’s time to move out and take care of business.” Something began to trouble Gerrit. They’d met minimal resistance. “Wait. Willy, let me see that reader. How are they deployed?”
They all crouched down behind the boulder and Gerrit studied the heat signatures on the screen. None were near the building or the heliport. They were strung out along what seemed to be the perimeter, and he saw other heat signatures inside the building. But no one was stationed where he would have placed people. Near the buildings or satellite towers. No one guarding the landing site. All strategic targets.
He turned to the others. “Stay here. I need to check something out.” Alena started to say something, but Gerrit interrupted her. “Need you to cover Willy. If something happens, just call that number I gave you and tell them to come on in. We need to get Willy inside that building at any cost. Stay in contact over the radio. If any patrols come my way, give me a yell. Okay?”
“Hey, Mr. G. I scanned radio frequencies when those two clowns walked by. Came up with the frequency they’re using tonight. I fed it into our radios, and we can intercept their calls. It will default back to your communication channel unless they’re speaking. Then we can listen in unless you want to override them and communicate with us.
“Sweet, Willy. Thanks. Okay, stay put till I get back.”
They nodded.
Gripping his rifle, Gerrit headed toward the landing site. He had to make sure about one thing before they made a move toward the building.
Chapter 62
An open meadow lay between Gerrit and a slab of black asphalt where their backup needed to land. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run. If Kane’s men caught sight of him here, it was all over.
He sank to the ground and crawled the remaining distance to break up his silhouette. As if to help, dark clouds drifted in front of the moon, cutting visibility to a minimum.
As he drew closer to the landing pad, Gerrit suddenly heard raised voices on the radio.
“Abandoned cruiser just beached about a click away.” A caller’s transmissions ended with coordinates that only made sense to Kane’s security team.
They found our boat. Search teams would start looking along the shoreline while security tightens. Time was running out.
Gerrit continued to snake his way forward while mentally trying to put himself in Kane’s shoes. What would I do if I suspected an assault? Keep security close to the base of operations and make sure the landing site was covered. So far, nothing like that had been set up. It could only mean one thing.
The heliport was a trap.
He drew near the landing pad and inched forward, feeling just above the ground. There. His hand brushed a taut wire stretched parallel to the ground.
Trip wire.
Carefully, he felt along the wire until he reached what he feared. A trigger for a claymore mine. He felt with his fingertips until he located the safety. He flicked it off to prevent an electrical charge from reaching the blasting cap. He crept along the trip wire until he reached the claymore mine, gingerly removing the blasting cap and primer from the detonation well.
Salty beads of sweat stung his eyes as he finished disarming it. First claymore defused. One down. How many more to go?
There must be others.
He studied the position of the claymore and its potential killing radius across the helipad. Picturing where he would place other claymores, he worked along the edge of the asphalt until he came to another wire. Carefully, he disarmed this mine before searching for the next.
Almost an hour later, he defused four claymores set in a crisscross pattern. Whoever laid these mines also expanded the kill zone to include the cleared brush to the left and right where a chopper might set down. They had planned to kill anyone emerging from the craft, including the flight crew still inside. Once the claymores crippled the chopper, they probably planned to use a tractor to yank the disabled craft from the site to make way for their own inbound helicopters.
He activated his mike. “Alena. Use that phone number I gave you and tell our people to start coming. Make sure you use my name. They have two birds. One will soften the perimeter up while the second will come in behind to drop reinforcements. Make sure they have the latest coordinates of each patrol team out there. They must either wipe them out or force them to seek cover until our guys are on the ground.”
“Understood.”
“And Alena…”
Another transmission click let him know she heard him.
“Relay that four claymores have been deactivated. Make sure they know we’re going to hit the main building the second they reach our location. They have to keep the others off our backs as soon as they touch ground. Got it?”
Two clicks gave him the answer.
“Good. When you get that message off, both of you move up to my position. And stay low.”
He covered the face of his watch and turned on the light: 10 p.m. Five minutes later, he saw Alena and Willy moving toward him. He waited until they drew near. “Okay, let’s start toward the building. I want to be able to move the moment our backup gets here.”
