'Shoot the bitch.'
'He's coming.' She began the tricky task of retreating from the thugs while continuing to face them. Initially, she moved more quickly than they did.
'Wait. Don't shoot. I've got Volume Six.'
Now they were coming closer. At any second they could blow her off the ledge in a bloody mist. But it was working. Glancing everywhere but up, they kept coming, gawking. Dropping her arms, she exposed her breasts. It took many more breaths than she cared to count for them to pick their way along the ledge.
'Get down, get down… he's behind me.' She lay flat as she spoke, praying that they would follow suit.
Thirty feet from her, the first man dropped prone, aiming past her. His partner fell to one knee, doing the same. Then, as if seized by a new thought, the second man spun around and looked toward the cavern. The first now trained his M-16 on Jessie's forehead.
The farther man finally dropped to the ledge as the first lifted a radio to his lips. Kier had to fire.
Pffft. The first man's head jerked, blood spraying from his neck. Pffft. Pffft. Pffft. Three more silenced shots jerked his comrade's body. Pffft. The last bullet went just below the second man's helmet. An arm went over the ledge. The body quivered in a spastic curl.
Already Jessie was up and running, hunkered down, trying to catch the falling dead man. He was slipping over the side. Kier dropped in front of her like a vulture landing on carrion. He grabbed the body as it fell. Twisting, turning, Kier and the man both went. She heard a snap, then the climbing line draw taut. Kier hung from the safety rope in his harness, clinging to the body of the slain soldier.
Now what?
Kier wrapped his legs around the dead man and, incredibly, began pulling himself up the line. Grabbing Kier's arm, she pulled as best she could within the limitations of her precarious position on an eighteen-inch ledge. She felt puny and weak, but her efforts seemed to help.
'Again,' Kier grunted, this time getting his arms and torso on the ledge, still gripping the man between his legs. 'Take the line off my harness and wrap it around him.'
It would require her leaning far over the edge. Kneeling squarely on burning knees on the rough ledge, she undid the large snap on Kier's harness with relative ease. But the dead man hung three feet below her. As if reading her thoughts, Kier threw his right arm over the back of her calves, pinning her to the ledge. His left hand clung to the ledge.
'I can't do this much longer.'
'Jesus,' was all she said as she leaned over the side.
For a moment, vertigo paralyzed her. If Kier lost his grip on her or the rock, they would both go. She lowered the line between the mountain and the lifeless body, letting the snap dangle. She could not retrieve it except by hanging lower.
'I don't think I can do this,' she heard herself say.
'We'll die if you don't.'
Crying, she let herself go headlong, slithering down Kier's body, then over the dead man. Kier's fingers bit to the bone behind her knee. Life seemed so simple. The only thing between her and her maker was a single human hand.
'Lower,' she said.
For a split second Kier let her leg slide through his hand until he locked his grip on her ankle. His arm shook with the strain. Sick with fright, she reached under and around the body. Stretching for the line, her muscles screamed all the way to her fingertips. She grabbed it, wrapped it once, then again around the dead man, and fastened the clip at the rope's end back onto the line.
'God, get me up,' she said, almost certain he couldn't do it.
His arm quivered even more as he groaned with the effort of the one-armed pull-up. Dangling crazily, she clawed up the back of the dead body, and up Kier's thigh. Straining to reach behind herself, she felt the ledge and pulled sideways and up in a painful lunge.
Kier released the grip of his legs, allowing the body to hang from the line. He climbed the line onto the ledge and quickly hauled the dead soldier after him.
By cutting the snowsuits off the bodies, they made the dead men less visible against the cliff. The soldiers walking the mountainside below had disappeared from sight into the pines. Behind them the other group was moving through forest interspersed with meadows and at the moment were out of sight. Kier and Jessie raced along the ledge again as soon as Jessie had regained her own clothing. Now Kier carried two more radios, eight more grenades, and extra ammunition.
With any luck, their adversaries' expectations would work against them-any soldiers who saw them would assume the two white-clad figures walking the ledge were their own. Tillman would be powerless.
Chapter 25
Tell an enemy a lie he wants to believe, not the Lie you want him to believe.
Either the dead men or their missing voices alerted Tillman's men. As Kier and Jessie slipped into the cavern, M-16 rounds poured through the entrance. Dozens of bullets smacked the stone with explosive cracks as the fugitives collapsed to the side, exhausted. Kier held one of the new radios, waiting for the parley he knew would follow. It didn't take long.
'Listen up there, Mr. Kier.' It was Tillman. 'Maybe we can make a deal.'
He had an edge to his voice that was starting to sound like nerves.
'Tell me about the lab books,' said Kier.
Silence for a moment.
'Why don't you come down and tell me? You've been reading them. You come down, we'll talk.'
'Do we seem that stupid?'
'You're stuck in a goddamn hole. No way out that we can't watch.'
Kier laughed. 'You'll have to do better than that.'
'Punch your birth date into the radio, then press star.' Kier did as he was told, wondering how Tillman knew when he was born.
'Now it's just you and me. If we can make a deal, you can live.'
'Quit wasting time. Tell me why I should make a deal.'
'We've got your whole family in the palm of our hand- your mother, sisters, everybody. This is the big leagues. Mess with me, they die.'
'Go on.' Kier's voice remained flat, but he felt his heart in his throat.
'You give us our stuff, we give you your tribe. We'll give you the medicine they need to survive. You sign some documents admitting this was a big mistake. We sign documents admitting everything you did was in self- defense. You sign a confidentiality agreement with the government. Big misunderstanding. Everybody goes home.'
Jessie grabbed the radio. 'How the hell can the government be in on this?'
'Early on they sponsored some of the research. Now they don't want anything to do with it.'
'The government never condoned experimenting on people. Not in this day and age.'
'What? Jesus, you are a virgin, aren't you?'
'Why don't you give us just one name?'
'Why don't you get a life?'
'May I?' Kier said to Jessie. She handed him back the radio. 'We know you've cloned people. You experiment on the infants.'
''Mr. Kier, you have been reading.''
