negotiations. His job would be to weaken their resolve, ultimately to get them to surrender and so condemn themselves to life in prison. Well, he'd have to see about that. Rene checked his watch and decided to wait ten minutes. Malloy eased back on the cyclic control, flaring his helicopter for landing where the fuel truck was parked. There were five soldiers there, one of them waving orange-plastic wands. In another few seconds, the Night Hawk touched down. Malloy killed the engines, and watched the rotor slow as Sergeant Nance opened the side door and hopped out.
'Time for some crew rest?' Lieutenant Harrison asked over the intercom.
'Right,' Malloy snorted, opening his door to climb down. He walked to what looked like an officer standing a few yards away, answering his salute when he got there to shake hands. Malloy had an urgent request to make.
'The trick will be to get close enough,' Covington said.
'Yeah.' Chavez nodded. They'd circulated carefully to the other side of the castle now. They could hear the Dive Bomber ride running behind them. There was a good forty meters of open ground all around the castle, doubtless planned by the main architect of the park to give the structure primacy of place. It did that, but it didn't give Ding and Peter much to work with. Both men took their time, examining everything from the little man-made streams to the bridges over them. They could see the windows into the command center where the terrorists were, and the line of sight was just too damned good, even before they considered the task of racing up the interior stairs-and those were probably covered by men with guns.
'They don't make it easy for us, do they?' Covington observed.
'Well, that's not their job, is it?'
'How's the recon going?' Clark asked over the encrypted radio circuit.
'Pretty well done, Mr. C,' Chavez replied. 'Malloy in yet.
'Just landed.'
'Good, 'cuz we're gonna need him if we gotta go in.'
'Two groups, up and down,' Covington added. 'But we need something to tell us about that room.'
The Spanish officer, an army major, nodded instant agreement and waved to some people in the helicopter hangar. they trotted over, got their orders, and trotted back. With that done, Malloy headed to the hangar, too. He needed a men's room. Sergeant Nance, he saw, was heading back with two thermos jugs. Good man, the Marine thought, he knew how important coffee was at a time like this.
'That camera is dead. They shot it out,' Dennis said. 'We have a tape of him doing it.'
'Show me,' Noonan commanded.
The layout of the room was not unlike this one, Tim Noonan saw in the fifty seconds of tape they had. The children had been herded to the corner opposite the camera. Maybe they'd even stay there. It was not much, but it was something. 'Anything else? Audio systems in the room, a microphone or something?'
'No,' Dennis replied. 'We have phones for that.'
'Yeah.' The FBI agent nodded resignedly. 'I have to figure a way to spike it, then.' Just then the phone rang.
'Yes, this is Paul,' Bellow said instantly.
'Hello, Paul, this is One. The lights remain out. I told you to restore power. It has not been done. I tell you again, do it immediately.'
'Working on that, but the police here are fumbling around some.'
'And there is no one from the park there to assist you? I am not a fool, Paul. I say it one last time, turn the electricity back on immediately.'
'Mr. One, we're working on it. Please be a little patient with us, okay?' Bellow's face was sweating now. It started quite suddenly, and though he knew why, he hoped that he was wrong.
'Andre,' Rene said, doing so mistakenly before he killed the phone line.
The former park security guard walked over to the corner. 'Hello, Anna. I think it is time for you to go back to our mother.'
'Oh?' the child asked. She had china-blue eyes and light brown hair, nearly blond in fact, though her skin had the pale, delicate look of parchment. It was very sad. Andre walked behind the chair, taking the handles in his hands and wheeling her to the door. 'Let's go outside, mon petit chou, ' he said as they went through the door.
The elevator outside had a default setting. Even without electricity it could go down on battery power. Andre pushed the chair inside, flipped off the red emergency stop switch, and pressed the 1 button. The doors closed slowly, and the elevator went down. A minute later, the doors opened again. The castle had a wide walk-through corridor that allowed people to transit from one part of Worldpark to another, and a mosaic that covered the arching walls. There was also a pleasant westerly breeze, and the Frenchman wheeled Anna right into it.
'What's this?' Noonan asked, looking at one of the video monitors. 'John, we got somebody coming out.'
'Command, this is Rifle Two-One, I see a guy pushing a wheelchair with a kid in it, coming out the west side of the castle.' Johnston set his binoculars down and got on his rifle, centering the crosshairs on the man's temple, his finger lightly touching the set trigger. 'Rifle Two-One is on target, on the guy, on target now.'
'Weapons tight' was the reply from Clark. 'I repeat, weapons are tight. Acknowledge.'
'Roger, Six, weapons tight.' Sergeant Johnston took his finger out of the trigger guard. What was happening here?
'Bugger,' Covington said. They were only forty meters away. He and Chavez had an easy direct line of sight. The little girl looked ill in addition to being scared; she was slumped to her left in the chair, trying to look up and back at the man pushing her. He was about forty, they both thought, a mustache but no beard, average-normal in height, weight, and build, with dark eyes that displayed nothing. The park was so quiet now, so empty of people, that they could hear the scrape of the rubber tires on the stone courtyard.
'Where is Momma?' Anna asked in English she'd learned in school.
'You will see her in a moment,' Nine promised. He wheeled her around the curving entrance to the castle. It circled around a statue, took a gentle upward and clockwise turn, then led down to the courtyard. He stopped the chair in the middle of the path. It was about five meters wide, and evenly paved.
Andre looked around. There had to be policemen out here, but he saw nothing moving at all, except for the cars on the Dive Bomber, which he didn't have to look at to see. The familiar noise was enough. It really was too bad. Nine reached into his belt, took out his pistol, and
'-Gun, he's got a pistol out!' Homer Johnston reported urgently. 'Oh. fuck. he's gonna -'
–The gun fired into Anna's back, driving straight through her heart. A gout of blood appeared on the flat child chest, and her head dropped forward. The man pushed the wheelchair just then, and it rolled down the curving path, caroming off the stone wall and making it all the way into the flat courtyard, where it finally stopped.
Covington drew his Beretta and started to bring it up. It would not have been an easy shot, but he had nine rounds in his pistol, and that was enough, but-
'Weapons tight!' the radio earpiece thundered. 'Weapons tight! Do not fire,' Clark ordered them.
'Fuck!' Chavez rasped next to Peter Covington.
'Yes,' the Englishman agreed. 'Quite.' He holstered his pistol, watching the man turn and walk back into the shelter of the stone castle.
'I'm on target, Rifle Two-One is on target!' Johnston's voice told them all.
'Do not fire. This is Six, weapons are tight, goddamnit!'
'Fuck!' Clark snarled in the command center. He slammed his fist on the table. 'Fuck!' Then the phone rang.
'Yes?' Bellow said, sitting next to the Rainbow commander.
'You had your warning. Turn the electricity back on, or we will kill another,' One said.
CHAPTER 15
'There was nothing we could have done, John. Not a thing,' Bellow said, giving voice to words that the others
