cheek.
The office had vanished and left in its place a pile of smoldering debris, and for one apprehensive moment Pitt had a vision of being trapped in a blazing fire. But only for a moment-the rain-soaked old wood of the building sizzled a bit in several places but refused to ignite.
With a conscious effort of will Pitt switched the Thompson to FULL AUTO, and aimed the barrel at the splintered remains of the front door. Blood was streaming down the side of his face and under his collar. His eyes never flickered as a barrage of automatic fire came pouring over his head from the guns of four men who charged through the shattered openings in the outer wall.
Pitt felt neither remorse nor fear as he fired a long burst that blew away his attackers like trees before a tornado. They threw up their weapons, arms flailing in the manner of ftenzied dancers on a stage, and spun crazily to the debris-piled floor.
Three more terrorist fighters followed the first wave and were as ruthlessly stopped by Pitt-all except one, who reacted with incredible swiftness and flung himself behind a smoking, shredded leather sofa.
Cannonlike blasts went off in Pin's ear as Findley dropped to his knees behind him and pumped loads from his shotgun into the lower base of the sofa. Leather, burlap padding and wood sprayed the air. A moment of quiet, and then one of the terrorist's arms flopped lifelessly beyond the sofa's carved feet.
Giordino appeared through the smoke and gunpowder fumes, grasping Pitt under the arms and dragging him back
'Must you always make a mess?' he said, grinning. Then into the crushing-mill area and behind an old ore car.
his face softened with concern. 'You hurt bad?'
Pitt wiped the blood away from his cheek and stared down at the crimson stain spreading through the fabric covering his leg. 'Damn!
A perfectly good pair of pants. Now that really pisses me off.'
Findley knelt down, cut away the pants leg and began bandaging the wound. 'You were lucky to survive the blast with only a couple of cuts.'
'Dumb of me not to figure on grenades,' Pitt said bitterly. 'I should have guessed.'
'No sense in blaming yourself.' Giordino shrugged. 'This isn't our line of work.'
Pitt looked up. 'We better get smart real fast if we want to be around when the SOF guys arrive.'
'They won't try another assault from this direction,' Findley said. 'The blast knocked down the stairway outside.
They'd be sitting ducks if they tried scrambling up ten feet of broken timber.'
'Now might be a ripe oportunity to burn the helicopter and get the hell out of here,' Findley said unhappily.
'The news gets worse, and it gets better,' Gunn said, dropping from a ladder to the floor. 'I saw another twenty of them charging up the railroad track like a prairie fire. They should be here in another seven or eight minutes.'
Giordino looked at Gunn suspiciously. 'How many?'
'I stopped counting at fifteen.'
'The opportunity to flee the coop gets even riper,' muttered Findley.
'Hollis and his men?' asked Pitt.
Gunn shook his head wearily. 'No sign of them.' He paused to draw a deep breath and turned to stare at Pitt.
terrorist reinforcements, they were ed by four hostages with two guards. I could just recognize them through my binoculars. One was your Dad. He and a woman were helping two other men along the tracks.'
'Hala Kamil, bless her,' Pitt said with vast relief. 'Thank God, the old man is alive.'
'The other two?' asked Giordino.
'Most likely Presidents Hasan and De Lorenzo.'
'So much for early retirement,' said Findley gloomily as he placed the final piece of tape over Pitts bandage.
'The terrorists are only keeping the Senator and the others alive to ensure a safe escape,' said Pitt.
'And won't hesitate to murder them one by one until we hand over their helicopter,' predicted Gunn.
Pitt nodded. 'Without a doubt, but if we surrendered, there's no guarantee they wouldn't murder them anywayThey've already tried to assassinate Hala twice and most certainly want Hasan dead too.'
'They'll call a truce and negotiate.'
Pitt looked at his watch. 'They won't haggle for very long. They know their time is running out. But we might gain a few extra minutes.'
'So what's the plan?' asked Giordino.
'We stall and fight for as long as it takes.' Pitt looked at Gunn. 'Were the hostages surrounded by the hijackers?'
'No, they were a good two hundred meters in the rear, trailing the main party up the rail-bed,' Gunn replied. 'They were herded by only two terrorists.' He stared back into Pitts green eyes, and then nodded in slow understanding. 'You want me to take out the guards and protect the Senator and the rest until Hollis shows?'
'You're the smallest and the fastest, Rudi. If anybody can get clear of the building undetected and circle around behind those two guards while we distract them, you can.'
Gunn threw out his hands and dropped them to his sides. 'I'm grateful for the trust. I only hope I can pull it off.'
