“Your orders were to steer clear of all Chinese aircraft.”
“Admiral, I think you’re being a little picky,” said Dog. “The fighters came out and met us. We took no action against them. What would you have me do?”
“I would have you follow orders.”
“With all due respect, sir,” said Dog, who felt anything but respect was due, “I think you’re just looking for things to criticize. I can’t seem to tie my shoes without you objecting.”
“My people don’t talk that way to me, Colonel.”
“Maybe they should.”
“You want to go toe-to-toe with me, fine.”
“Admiral, really. What’s the problem here?”
“You’re used to running the show, Tecumseh. I understand, but you’re under my command now.”
Dog stared at the screen. Woods stared back.
“Well?” said the admiral finally.
“I was following my orders as best as I knew how. That’s all I can say.”
“I’m sending a patrol plane to help track those submarines,” answered Woods.
“I don’t see that as necessary, Admiral. We’re tracking sufficiently.”
The line snapped clear before Dog could finish.
Danny’s brain split in half, one playing an endless track of sorrow, the other stepping back calmly, decisively, peering at the scene from above. The second half realized — belatedly — the area near the cottage had been thickly laid with mines and booby traps.
“Stay where you are. Everybody!” the calm half yelled. “Stay!” He pointed at Stoner, who’d impulsively taken a step toward Powder. Liu, who’d been about ten or twelve feet away when Powder got hit, lay slumped over on the ground, moaning.
Get Liu out, then decide what to do.
Danny flipped the shield on his helmet back down. Any metal in the area ought to be a little warmer than the rest of ground, and metal might translate into mines or trip wires — he pushed the IR sensor, went to maximum sensitivity, and began scanning slowly.
Nothing.
Try again, said the other half. He readjusted the setting, took a long breath, then moved his helmet slowly.
He could see rocks, or something like rocks. Flipping back and forth from IR to optical, he realized there were some rocks that had a triangular shape at the bottom. These were mines, or attached to mines.
Liu, twenty yards away, curled between two of them. Danny continued to scan. There were two other mines behind where Powder had been blown up.
There were more mines over to his left. And a row of mines directly in front of him; another step and he would have blown himself up.
Powder had saved him.
He had a pretty straight path to Liu on his right, assuming he wasn’t missing any of the mines.
Danny lowered himself to his knees, the pulled his knife out of its scabbard. He began crawl-walking slowly, examining the area in front of him as carefully as he could. It couldn’t have taken him more than two minutes to reach the sergeant, but they stretched out forever. Liu turned toward him as he came forward.
“Don’t move,” Danny told him. He pointed near Liu’s head. “There’s a mine right there.”
“Helicopter,” said Liu, suggesting he be pulled out from above.
“Yeah, but I’m afraid of the rotor wash and we don’t know if there are any timers,” Danny explained. “We can do this. Just relax.”
“I got nicked in the arm and in the leg,” said Liu. “I think I’m okay.”
“Just hang there a minute,” Danny said. he bent over the first mine, sliding around it. Until he started to move sideways, his balance had been perfect, but now he started to lose it; he tottered forward toward the trigger of the explosives. With a quick jerk, he changed his momentum. His leg slipped and he fell backward.
He’d missed the mine by a good measure, but still he expected an explosion. When it didn’t come, he started to laugh uncontrollably. The spasms shook his body, emptying it not only of tension but of doubt. Sure of himself now, Danny got back up and made his way to Liu, scooping him into his arms.
“Powder?” asked the sergeant.
“No,” said Danny. He’d left a good trail and it was easy to take Liu back. He paused and got his bearings before moving, made sure the area to the south was clear. Once he started, he moved quickly.
“You okay, Captain?” said Bison when he reached him. The trooper had inflated a stretcher.
“Get him out,” Danny said. “Get the mine detector on the Osprey down here too.”
“Inbound,” said Bison. The MV-22 was just approaching the dogleg part of the atoll.
“All right. Get him back ASAP. Just go,” Danny said.
“I’m okay,” Liu protested.
“Go.” Danny returned to the spot where he’d retrieved Liu, then began moving down toward Stoner.
“You got a mine detector in that helmet?” Stoner asked.
“I got infrared.”
“That works?”
“Seems to,” said Danny.
“This ain’t worth getting blown up.”
“Now you fuckin’ tell me that,” said Danny. “There’s a wire over there. I can’t tell what it’s attached to.”
“You see it?”
“Not well,” Danny admitted. “Temperature in metal’s a little different than the sand. I got it on maximum. Problem is, there’s rocks on top of some of those mines, or they’re set up in the same. Pretty clever. I’m doing okay so far.”
“Yeah,” said Stoner.
“Yeah.” Danny was now ten yards from the CIA officer. Part of Powder’s leg lay directly to his right. “How the hell did they work around these mines?”
“Maybe they weren’t armed. Get attacked, they hit the radio and turn it on,” suggested Stoner.
“Yeah,” said Danny, working closer. Eve though the way looked clear, his paranoia felt overwhelming.
“Protecting something.”
“I think that was a long-wave-communication device out by the shore they blew up,” said Stoner. “Looked like big fishing poles? Use it to communicate with submarines.”
“So this was an Indian post?”
“Guys looked Chinese to me.”
The Osprey, already loaded with Liu, buzzed low over the water and headed out, its large rotors whipping it toward its top speed of 425 knots, twice as fast as any helicopter in the world.
“He gonna be okay?” Stoner asked.
“He said he would. He’s just about a doctor, so he’s probably right,” said Danny as he reached Stoner. “Now we go back the way we came,” he told him. “Easy.”
“Yeah.”
“My footsteps.”
“I’m right behind you.”
Bison had started toward them with his gear, moving very slowly and marking the mines with reed-thin flags. It was as if he were laying out an odd golf course.
“They must’ve had some pretty high-tech stuff here,” said Stoner as they walked. “They sure as shit fought to protect it.”
“Yeah, they did.”
“That hump down by the water didn’t blow completely. Was probably a radar.”
