Part 8 (1/2)

By the time Brent and Lakota reached the Lazare Picault hotel, Schleck had already reported that two cars had left approximately five minutes prior. One was heading toward the airport; the other had taken the beach road northward and had then turned into a heavily wooded area, at which time the satellite had lost it. He'd added that the remaining operators had fallen back toward the coastline, collapsing on the head operator, who'd gone south.

”Ghost Lead, this is Hammer,” called Dennison. ”We've IDed the man in the Snow Maiden's villa as Heinrich Haussler. He's a German spy and double agent. He worked with the Snow Maiden at the GRU. We've reason to believe the GRU has hired him to capture her.”

”Wonderful. So now we've got compet.i.tion. Is he a secondary target? Can I take him out?”

”Absolutely. However, if you can take him alive, he'd be another valuable a.s.set to us.”

”Roger that. I'm thinking now she sent a decoy car over to the airport. She'd never go there, but now we've lost her in the forest up north. I don't have any choice. We need to head up there and engage in a ground search.”

Brent ordered the rest of his team to pursue Haussler and his remaining men, save for Riggs, who was still holding watch over Warda. Meanwhile, he and Lakota slipped up behind one of the taxicab drivers at the hotel. Trembling over the sight of their weapons, the driver was more than happy to oblige.

They drove up the narrow road, the cab's headlights playing over nothing more than thick foliage to their left, more dunes to their right. Were it not for work, Brent would've had time to admire a spectacular sheet of stars.

Instead, he kept his attention on his HUD and the images coming in from the others' cameras. The foot chase down to the sh.o.r.eline was going nowhere fast, and Brent realized that Haussler and his men had such an appreciable lead that if they were making a water exit, they'd reach their craft well before his people could close the gap. Still, you never knew, so he kept the bulldogs running.

He and Lakota eventually ordered the driver to pull over along a secluded part of the road. They zipper-cuffed his wrists and ankles and left him sitting in the sand. Someone would pick him up by morning. Brent even gave him some cash for his trouble, which raised the driver's gap-toothed smile.

Brent and Lakota took off, reached the jungle near the Snow Maiden's last location, and spent the next thirty minutes combing the area. They did, in fact, find her cab-or rather it and its driver found them as it rumbled down a narrow road and nearly ran them over. Brent took aim at the driver and ordered him to stop. Then he wrenched the guy from his seat and demanded answers. His gerbil-like face tightened into a knot. ”I dropped her off at the end of the trail. That's all I know. She paid me double.”

”Where does the trail lead?” Lakota asked.

”There's a small boat launch.”

Brent and Lakota raced back to their taxi and roared off up the trail. The path was barely wide enough for a car, and large fronds dragged across their roof and doors.

Within five minutes they swung to the right and simply ended at a tall stand of palms. Beyond them lay a meager dock rising crookedly against the dark sea.

Empty. They'd missed her.

And Dennison confirmed that. The Snow Maiden had left in a small boat and was met by a larger, high-speed cigar boat that was now streaking away south toward Madagascar. They could follow the boat until it reached the coast, but after that, there was no telling where she'd go. Dennison said she'd seek authority to access one of the JSF's s.p.a.ce-based lasers to order a strike on the boat's engine.

Meanwhile, Brent and Lakota would return to the hotel to pick up Riggs and question the woman.

The Snow Maiden was on the phone with Patti, and she'd learned that the second decoy had gone off without a hitch. At the moment, she was lying in the taxicab's trunk. That close call with the Americans had left her breathless, but the cabbie had done his job and she would reward him handsomely, once they got back to the hotel.

Satellites and portable drones made your straightforward escapes all the more complicated, and the routes required stealth, cunning, doubling back, bribery, and whatever other incantations you could conjure up-including some low-tech trunk smuggling that made her feel like a drug runner or illegal border crosser.

Thus, when it came to escape, she had no ego. That she had foiled them was enough. The how how never amounted to much anyway. You did what you had to do. She opened the trunk's pa.s.s-through and called out to the driver, ”Nice job!” never amounted to much anyway. You did what you had to do. She opened the trunk's pa.s.s-through and called out to the driver, ”Nice job!”

”It's okay. I'm not scared of them. I hope you do not lie to me. I want the rest of the money.”

”You'll have it when we get back. You'd better spend it on your family-and not on hookers and booze.”

”I will. I promise you.”

She had no plans to double-cross the driver. She'd learned he had a family and two small daughters, even if he was l.u.s.ting after his pa.s.sengers. She would keep her word. She closed her eyes and remembered the promise she'd made to Nikolai at the moment of his pa.s.sing: I will avenge you. I will avenge you.

Chopra's plane wouldn't arrive for another ninety minutes, so he planned to spend the time at Seych.e.l.les International Airport, tucked discreetly away in a corner seat. All he could think about was Warda's safety and whether he really would reconnect with the young sheikh. He'd sent Westerdale back to the hotel, and the man had called to say that the police had cordoned off the place and he couldn't get close.

”And let me remind you, Manoj. You'd best retrieve some doc.u.mentation-if you know what I mean. You cannot waltz into London as Manoj Chopra. You must a.s.sume they know who you are. And now they'll believe that if they get to you, they'll get to him.”

Chopra sighed deeply. ”You're right.”

”We've worked together for a while, and I've actually grown fond of you, my friend. Please don't get yourself killed.”

”I'll be careful.”

At the first sign of local police activity, Brent had ordered Riggs to evac the Banyan Tree-and to take the woman Warda with her. Riggs said it was a bit more complicated than that. Warda had three other women who worked for her, as well as two other bodyguards.

”Bodyguards? Who the h.e.l.l is she?”

”Somebody important, I guess.”

”Well, get the whole party out of there,” Brent had ordered.

Another report came in from Schleck regarding Haussler's team. They'd continued to flee south, where they'd boarded a few Zodiacs, taken them directly east, and then simply vanished.

”Say what?”

”The Zodiacs are empty and lying adrift,” repeated Schleck.

”Submarine extraction?” Brent guessed.

”Or maybe the rapture,” said Schleck. ”But I think a sub is more likely.”

The team rendezvoused back on their yacht-an eighty-two-foot luxury sailing vessel with a reduced crew of four borrowed from the JSF navy.

Once onboard, Brent was accosted by the Splinter Cells, who demanded to be present while he questioned Warda.

”Let me see if I can soften her up first,” he told George.

”Captain, we're experts at interrogation.”

”So am I.”