extended his hand to hers. “Good luck.”
“Same to you.” She didn’t want to dwell on a farewell. She immediately proceeded to the edge and knelt down when he said something else to her.
“Dr. Parris.”
She looked over her shoulder, up at him.
“I expect to see you when this is all over.” And Fox meant it.
Parris smiled and hopped off the edge. Fox bolted along the top of the hill. If he was quick enough, he could still get the drop on the two men he had seen. Once done, he would even out the odds.
Chapter 32
On the opposite side of the canyon from where Parris and Fox were, in a more secluded area, the October Man watched the fight unfold through his binoculars, watching the enemy scatter at the first blasts of gunfire. Five, he counted, went down easily, due to the element of surprise his soldiers had dished out. Apart from the men who had accompanied him to Tokyo, he had reinforcements flown out specifically for this battle. It was the perfect plan. Fly out close to the island by helicopter and then board rubber rafts to avoid detection by those that may be working inside the bunker. The access codes hadn’t worked and now he would see to it that each and every member of that cult was eliminated until someone either gave up the codes or Pandora.
As for Tom Walsh and Pyotr, who had not yet reported to him within the last hour, he could only assume that they had been compromised and assumed to be dead. But by whom? It was a shame to lose Pyotr, for he was a valuable squad member. As for the American, he couldn’t care less. If he was dead now, it only saved him the trouble of executing him later.
Finally, the moment he had waited for was close, and he would soon get back what was his. Matters would be better for the Arms of Ares now that Pandora’s value had tripled, if not quadrupled, because of its recent modifications.
The October Man’s early celebration was cut short when Demyan ran up to him. “Sir, a helicopter was spotted on the shore. It’s one of theirs.”
The October Man lowered his binoculars and looked at him. Why would they land one of their helicopters on the shore while the rest landed in the valley? “Take a few men and see if you can find who was in it.”
Demyan was about to leave when the October Man called him back. “Wait.” Fox was the first person who came to mind. Walsh had lost contact with him. Could he have landed here? If he contacted his superiors and led them here, God help them all. He grabbed his binoculars and scoured the hills. Where was he? Here, nothing, there…and there he was and with the dark-skinned woman, too, Dr. Nita Parris. He got on his walkie-talkie and barked into it. “Attention. Fox is in the hills. Whoever kills him and the girl he’s with gets to stay alive.”
A reply was heard through the walkie-talkie a few seconds later. “I see them, sir, I’ll intercept them.” It wasn’t too long after, that he saw Fox and the girl get up and run after his man had fired shots at them. He watched them as they fell off the edge of the drop. He could no longer see them. His man went to the edge and not a second later he saw him being shot several times before he fell over the edge.
“Govno!” said the October Man as he stamped into the ground. The pen was out and he twirled it as he tensed all over. He then turned to Demyan. “The helicopter Fox and Parris rode in, how easy would you be able to fire your multi-shot grenade launcher from it?”
Demyan smiled and appeared to control his childish excitement at the suggestion. “It’s too small. It’s just regular helicopter, no side door.”
“Then call back one of our helicopters. That should make it easier for you.” The October Man stopped twirling his pen and clenched a fist around it. “I’ll deal with Fox myself.”
Chapter 33
The first blast caught Fox off guard. At the last second, he caught the warhead streak leaving behind a plume of smoke. It exploded in the midst of a group of ninjas, sending rocks and bodies flying. Fox estimated about a third of the ninjas had been wiped out by the blast. Other ninjas came to take the place of the fallen, while the two Ares men were taking their time to re-arm the launcher.
Fox’s window to react was wide open, but it would close very soon. He quickly studied his two choices, both of which would leave both men dead. He could shoot them from where he stood. The advantage for him was that it would be quick. The disadvantage was that he could not get a clear shot. If they had a chance to return fire, they’d also have a chance to alert others on his, and possibly Parris’s, whereabouts.
The other option would be to sneak up on them and take them out with his bare fists. He’d have to ditch his AK-74 for now-its weight would slow him down. But instead he’d gain the RPG launcher.
He climbed down to the ledge, and dropped to eight feet below. Facing the rocky surface, he edged his way along it until he was able to hear the two men speaking in Russian. Fox estimated their distance from him to be about one hundred feet.
He climbed up using the small indentations in the rock for leverage, until he was high enough to see above the edge of the platform, where he saw a side view of the two men and their launcher. Very delicately, he pulled himself up as he heard them talk about re-arming the launcher. Like a cat, he remained in a crouched position.
They still had not seen him.
As though a starter’s pistol had fired, Fox blasted from his position just as he saw them fitting a set of grenades into the launcher. He was less than a few feet away when one of them noticed him, but Fox was already in the air with one leg extended, the heel of his shoe aligned with the man’s nose. He heard a cracking sound and was able to rebound off of him. He landed and immediately turned to the man with the launcher, with a crescent kick, knocking teeth and blood from his mouth. However he had overlooked one thing. As the soldier with the launcher fell on his back he unintentionally pulled the trigger.
What Fox didn’t want to happen, happened. The grenade shot straight up. There was no time to grab the launcher, Fox just bolted. He heard a scream from the soldier seconds before the propellant in the warhead grew louder as it came back down on both him and his partner. Fox felt the instant flash of heat that might have burned him had he been closer to the explosion. But he could not escape the force of the shockwave that threw him to the ground into an uncontrollable forward roll.
Several tons of rock ripped off the side of the hill and the chain reaction caused a landslide. Amidst the explosion, Fox heard even more screaming, most of which, he expected, came from the recruits. The amount of gunfire decreased. This went on for about half a minute, at which point nothing could be seen through the large dust cloud that rose several feet above the height of the hills themselves.
Fox raised his head off the ground and coughed furiously and then spat out the dust and dirt that nearly caused him to choke. When he looked ahead, he saw the edge of a cliff facing the ocean no more than two hundred feet away. There was also the crashing of the waves on the rocks below and the smell of sea salt that he couldn’t ignore.
As he got up, he brushed the dust from his face and shirt and walked back towards the valley. He stopped between a set of boulders as the huge dust cloud blew about him, causing him to partially shield his eyes with his left hand.
He couldn’t see much through the dust, but the staccato shots had stopped and that’s what worried him. Was anyone still alive? The young recruits of The Promise, Dr. Parris-my God, what have I done?
A weight came down on Fox from above, and it knocked him to the ground on one knee as he struggled to prevent himself from being pushed down flat on his stomach. His head was yanked backwards as thousands of microscopic teeth bit into his neck. He caught a glimpse of the sky and felt his right foot hit a rock as he tried to pull the teeth off his neck, but they bit deeper into his flesh. He managed to gain a bit of control over his attacker, as they both moved around in circles, but the teeth in his neck cut even deeper. He lost strength rapidly, as he couldn’t inhale no matter how hard he struggled.
