'But you know him. I can see a resemblance. The son perhaps?'
'Can we get on with this? I had to interrupt a perfectly good champagne brunch to come out here in the rain.'
Annnar laughed. The man was incredible. 'You have something of mine.
I'd like it returned in firstrate condition.'
'You're speaking, of course, of one ummarked helicopter.'
'Of course.'
'Finders keepers. You want it, pal, you come and get it.'
Ammar clenched and unclenched his fists impatiently. This was not going as he had hoped. He continued in a silky voice.
'Some of my men will die, you will die, and your father will most likely die if you do not turn it over to me.'
Pitt didn't blink. 'You forgot to throw in Hala Kamfl and Presidents De Lorenzo and Hasan. And don't neglect to include yourself. No reason you shouldn't fertilize the grass too.
Ammar stared at Pitt, his anger slowly rising.
'I can't believe your stubborn stupidity. What will you gain by more bloodletting?'
'To put the skids under scumbags like you,' said pitt harshly. 'You want a war, you declare it. But don't sneak around butchering women and children and taking innocent hostages who can't fight back. The terror stops here. I'm not bound by any law but my own. for every one of us you murder, we bury five of you.'
'I didn't come out here in the wet to discuss our political differences!' said Ammar, fighting to control his wrath. 'Tell me if the helicopter has been damaged.'
'Doesn't have a scratch. And I might add that your pilots are still fit to fly. That make you happy?'
'You would be wise to surrender your weapons and Turn over my craft and flight crew.'
Pitt shrugged. 'Screw you.'
Ammar was shaken by his failure to intimidate Pitt. His voice turned abrupt and cold. 'How many men do you have, four, perhaps five? We outnumber you eight to one.'
Pitt nodded his head at the bodies scattered beside the crushing mill.
'You're going to have to play catch-up ball. The way I see it, you're about nine strikes down on the scoreboard.' Then as an afterthought he said, 'Before I forget-I give you my word I won't sabotage your chopper.
It's yours in pristine shape providing you can take it. But harm any of the hostages, and I blow it from here to the nearest junkyard. That's the only deal I'll make.'
'That is your final word?'
'for now, yes.'
A thought crystallized in Ammar's mind, and he was swept by a sudden revelation. 'It was you!' he rasped. 'You led the American special forces here.'
'Luck gets most of the credit,' Pitt said modestly. 'But after I found the wreck of the General Bravo and a splaced roll of plastic, it all fell into place.'
Ammar stood there for a moment in profound astonishment, then recovered and said, 'You do your powers of deduction an injustice, Mr. Pitt. I readily concede the coyote has run the fox to ground.'
'Fox?' said Pitt. 'You flatter yourself. Don't you mean maggot?'
Ammar looked at Pitt through narrowed eyes. 'I'm personally going to kill you, Pitt, and I'm going to take great pleasure in seeing your body shot to pieces. What say you to that?'
There was no in Pitts eyes, no hatred etched in his face. He stared back at Ammar with a kind of bemused disgust one might display in exchanging looks with a cobra behind glass at a snake farm.
'Give my regards to Broadway,' he said, turning his back on Ammar and walking casually back to the door of the crushing null.
Furious, Animar burled down the flag of truce and strode swiftly in the opposite direction. As he moved he eased an American Ruger P-85
semiautomatic 9-millimeter from the inside pocket of his coat.
Suddenly he whirled, whipped off his mask and went into the classic crouched stance with the Ruger gripped in both hands. The instant the sights lined up dead center on Pitts back, Ammar pulled the trigger six times in quick succession.
He saw the bullets tear into the middle of Pitts ski jacket in a ragged grouping of uneven holes, watched as the concentrated impact knocked his hated enemy stumbling forward into the wall of the crushing mill.
Ammar waited for Pitt to fall. His antagonist, he knew with firm certainty, was dead before hitting the ground.
Gradually Ammar became aware that Pitt was not acting as he should.
Pitt did not fall dead. Instead, he turned, and Animar saw the devil's own smile.
Stunned, Ammar knew he'd been outwitted. He realized now Pitt had expected a cowardly attack from the rear and protected his back with a bulletproof shield under the bulky ski jacket.
And with a numbing shock he saw the gloved hand hanging from the ve was fake. A magician's trick. The real hand had materialized, a hand clutching a big Colt 45 automatic that protruded from the partially unzipped ski jacket.
