Part 35 (1/2)
”They already have,” she said, studying her cell phone. ”My call to Calgary is going through right now.” Once she heard the familiar hum, she need only dial two numbers: 5 9.
Confirmation that the weapon was armed to detonate in twenty seconds would come as three beeps.
But the humming continued.
She hit the numbers again. And again.
She cursed.
”I told you this would happen,” Vox cried.
”No!”
”Yes! They've already dismantled the nuke because you let your ego get in the way. You didn't need to contact Kapalkin and Izotov.”
”After all those years, I deserved that much,” she said through her teeth.
”Well, now what? Do you really believe your brother can come through for us?”
”He will.”
”Are you ever going to tell me who he is? What the plan is now? We're in this together.”
She c.o.c.ked a well-tweezed brow. ”We all have secrets.”
Vox grabbed her by the throat, shoved her up against the wall. ”You stupid . . .”
He didn't finish. Instead, he came in for a violent kiss, and she offered no resistance.
When he finally pulled back, his voice lowered to warning depths. ”Tell me what's happening.”
”If you only knew . . .”
”Tell me, otherwise-”
”What?” She glared at him. ”We just made love. Now you're threatening me?”
”You have no idea how much money is at stake.”
She snorted. ”Oh, yes I do. This will happen-one way or the other.”
”We're not leaving until you talk.”
”All right. You want to know it all, huh? It doesn't matter anymore. Listen closely. My brother is commander of the Romanov Romanov. He will will launch a salvo of Bulava missiles. They'll fly low, and the JSF's missile s.h.i.+eld can't stop them. It'll destroy a series of decoys while the live missiles reach their targets in Alberta.” launch a salvo of Bulava missiles. They'll fly low, and the JSF's missile s.h.i.+eld can't stop them. It'll destroy a series of decoys while the live missiles reach their targets in Alberta.”
”This has never been tried before.”
”Until now.”
”How did you manage this?”
”Very carefully.”
”And you're so very sure.”
”I am.”
”And you don't care about how many innocent lives will be lost if you're right.”
She smiled darkly. ”I am Snegurochka. What did you expect?” She shoved him away, drew the silenced pistol tucked into her pants.
”Viktoria, what are you doing?”
”Did you really really think I was working with you?” think I was working with you?”
His mouth fell open. ”You can't be serious.”
She grinned and extended her arm.
Vox's face filled with hatred. ”Go ahead, kill me. Green Vox will return. He always does.”
She shot him between the eyes. He dropped hard to the floor.
”Yes,” she said, staring down at his body. ”You always come back-and always as a man. What a pity.”
After ducking down the next side street, Sergeant Nathan Vatz sent two of his operators across the street, where they kept low in a doorway, while the team's senior communications sergeant paired up with him.
They set up behind two parked cars, both so beat up that it was clear why their owners had abandoned them, and waited for the pursuing Spetsnaz troops to round the corner.
Five seconds. Ten. Twenty. They didn't come.
Vatz immediately a.s.sumed they had doubled back in an attempt to catch them from behind. Now he had two choices, neither good: he could avoid the ambush and head back to the truck-but the air support no doubt had moved on. Or they could rush ahead, try to catch the enemy by surprise, ambush the ambushers.
The decision was obvious.
He ordered the group to move out, to keep moving forward. They kept tight to the walls, were twenty yards from the corner when the Russians burst into view, just as he'd expected. All six of them.
Vatz jammed down his trigger, spraying the soldiers, as did his men.