are we ready to go kill someone?” Casper asked.
Dilya said, “Why must you be so unpleasant?”
“Actually, Scarface, I’ve been on my best behavior just to impress you.” Looking directly at Storm, he added, “Tick, tick, tick.”
CHAPTER TEN
“Let’s begin with the most obvious question: Where is the gold?” Hasan asked Showers.
“What gold?” she replied.
Hasan chuckled. “So this is how we will play our little game.” He scanned the various torture devices that he’d carefully placed in front of him and then yelled something in Uzbek. Two men hurried into the room. One carried a metal folding chair, which he set up directly across from Hasan. He hoisted Showers from the mat and forced her into the chair. The guard jerked her injured right arm behind her, sending a jarring pain up her shoulder, but she refused to scream. He handcuffed her wrists in back of the chair.
The other guard brought a large truck battery with jumper cables into the room and dropped it near her feet.
“Didn’t you say shocking people was mundane?” she chided.
“Consider this foreplay,” Hasan hissed. “I will get more creative as our evening together progresses.”
At least now she knew it was nightfall. Hasan rose from his seat, walked behind her, reached down, and suddenly grabbed her right shoulder, digging his thumb into her wound.
Showers screamed. He pressed again, clearly trying to separate the collarbone that the hospital surgeons had labored to repair. The pain was so intense, and she was so exhausted that Showers mercifully blacked out.
“Langley has a bird’s-eye view of the dump where they are entertaining the FBI broad,” Casper announced as Dilya drove the SUV toward Jizzakh. “Intel says there are currently only four men inside the building.”
“Four?” Oscar replied.
“What sort of building is it?” Dilya asked.
“A slaughterhouse,” Casper said, chuckling. “I didn’t think Muslims ate meat.”
“Muslims practice Halal,” Dilya said. “We don’t eat pork or any meat that has blood in it. Nor do we drink alcohol.”
“Pity for you, Scarface. No booze to help you sleep during those lonely nights,” Casper said. “Maybe we can get together after this little escapade and I can introduce you to a friend of mine named Jack Daniel’s”
“Does this mean women only find you attractive when they are drunk?” she asked.
“What’s your rescue plan?” Storm said.
“KISS,” Casper replied, smacking his lips at Dilya. “It stands for Keep It Simple Stupid. When we get there, our little scientist friend here will stay outside and shoot anyone who tries to come in to help the other tangos.”
He grabbed the barrel of his shotgun and said, “I’m going to take my little friend here and blow open the door.”
“You don’t have C-3?” Dilya asked, referring to plastic explosives.
“Don’t need it,” he replied. “A few rounds of double-aught buckshot fired into the hinges and my boot heel will do the trick. And I’ll still have a few left over for the tango inside.”
“That’s your plan?” Dilya said. “Shoot the door and then run inside?”
“Well, it’s a bit more sophisticated than that. I’m also going to have lover boy here toss in some flash bangs.” He was referring to Storm. “When those bangs explode, there will be a very, very loud noise, a blinding flash, and a shock wave that will knock whoever’s inside on their asses like they were standing next to a giant speaker at a heavy metal concert.”
Casper paused. He liked being the center of attention and being in charge. “Now,” he said, “I figure Scarface here has more time firing an AK-47 than our lover boy. As soon as I blast that door, and while the flash bangs are turning everyone into blind mutes, she fires off a series of bursts that will serve as ground fire, killing anything in our way. Amid this confusion and chaos, yours truly will charge through with my reloaded shotgun, followed by her and the AK-47 and lover boy here bringing up the rear with his Glock. Obviously, lover boy here will need to use his little popgun because the only other rifle we’ve got is the M-24, and that isn’t going to be worth a damn in close-range fighting. I’ll assume you can fire a handgun, right?”
Casper glanced at Storm with disdain and didn’t wait for him to respond. Instead, Casper said, “Not that it matters, because Dilya and me should be able to take down all four of the tangos with you and Oscar just tagging along for the ride. We’ll rescue the FBI princess and then go get the gold. KISS.”
Storm asked, “What’s to keep them from killing Agent Showers the moment you blow open their front door?”
“Absolutely nothing,” said Casper. “But there’s no way we can sneak into that building undetected.”
“He’s right,” said Dilya. “Our best hope is that-during all of the confusion-they will either ignore her or attempt to use her as a hostage. We should have the element of surprise.”
“Unless,” said Casper, “we’ve got another Tangiers situation here. Isn’t that right, lover boy?”
Dilya said, “It’s a good plan.”
“I wasn’t asking for a critique, Scarface.”
Showers gagged for breath and opened her eyes just in time to see one of the two guards in the torture chamber lowering the metal pail that she’d been offered earlier to pee in. He’d splashed water onto her face, waking her and also creating a better conduit for electricity, since her feet were now in water. They’d removed her shoes and socks. The pain in her shoulder was excoriating. She felt certain that Hasan had rebroken her collarbone.
Hasan was fiddling with the large truck battery that was next to her. Reaching over, he connected one of the wires from the battery terminal to the metal chair that she was sitting in. He held the other in his hand. Now that she was awake, he was ready to begin. He held the clasp in front of her face. “Where is your smart tongue now? Do you wish to stick it out at me?”
She clenched her jaw.
“Let me think,” he said, clearly enjoying himself. “Where should I clip this?”
Although her wrists were handcuffed and her right foot was attached by a leather collar and chain to the floor, Showers’s left foot was free. She aimed it for his groin and kicked. Her curled bare toes hit their mark, causing Hasan to instantly double over, gasping in pain. “You bitch!” he sputtered
“Careful,” she said. “You might shock yourself.”
Hasan lunged forward from his crouched position, extending his left hand. Just as he was about to grab her injured right arm, a loud boom echoed from outside the room, followed quickly by five other identical booms and then two deafening explosions that made Hasan believe the entire building was collapsing.
Dilya peered through the smoke caused by the flash bangs and spotted a dazed man standing ten feet inside the building with an automatic rifle at his feet where he’d dropped it. Both of his hands were on his ears. She fired a burst from her AK-47 and his body fell backward.
Casper charged down the hallway, stepping over the dead sentry, and burst through a half-opened door into the room where Showers was being interrogated. In an expert move, he dropped to one knee while simultaneously shouldering and firing his shotgun. The blast literally blew the guard closest to him from his feet, ripping a gaping red hole in his chest. The second guard was still drawing his sidearm when Casper’s second round of buckshot sent him crashing dead to the floor.
In a panic, Hasan reached for his satchel.
Showers screamed: “Look out!”
But when Casper swung his shotgun toward its new target, Hasan yelled, “Don’t shoot!” and immediately raised his hands.
Dilya and Storm rushed inside and tended to Showers, retrieving the handcuff keys from Hasan, freeing her hands, and removing the collar from her foot.
“Did he hurt you?” Storm demanded.
