The Sword of Fire

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Leaving the chaos and carnage of the tomb behind them, they emerged into the bright daylight and for a moment it was just like any other peaceful day. The wind blew through the valley and in the distance they heard the shriek of a red kite cutting through the sunny sky.

“Any sign of the bastards?” Devlin said.

“Right there,” said Hawke, pointing at the fleeing party. They were sprinting down a rocky path toward an open field to the west of the main lake. Some men Kruger had ordered to stay with the Jeeps had driven the vehicles around to the field and were waiting there with their engines idling.

Bruno was already at the Jeeps and was clambering into one of them with the sword. When he reached the safety of the vehicles, Kruger looked back and then leaning on the hood he aimed his hunting rifle and took a few more pot shots.

Hawke and the others scrambled for cover. Even if they’d had their handguns they would have been like peashooters compared with the South African’s high-powered hunting rifle and they had no chance against him. The attack came to an end and they peered down to see Kruger had leaned his rifle against the Jeep and was now screaming at someone on his phone.

“Looks like something hasn’t gone to plan,” Kim said.

Lea sighed. “By the time we get down there they’ll be long gone.”

“Horsecrap,” Scarlet said. “We can still get them if we get back to the Highlander, plus we’ve got more guns there as well. How far are they going to get on these roads?”

They sprinted along the ridge of the caldera and then down the southern slope, past where they had slept the night before. Rounding the side of a low rise, their Highlander was still parked up on the side of the track. They jumped in and Hawke stamped on the throttle, hammering the hybrid SUV up the side of the mountain.

“What the hell are you doing?” Ryan yelled, pointing in the opposite direction. “The road is that way!”

“We’re not going on the road.”

“What?” Kim said.

“We’re going over the top of that ridge and then down the other side,” Hawke said. “It’s the only way we’re going to catch up with Kruger.”

Devlin laughed. “And you say I’m the one who’s crazy!”

Lea gasped. “But it’s almost a vertical drop the other side, Joe!”

“They’re weren’t kidding when they said whoever sleeps on this mountain either ends up a madman or a poet,” Scarlet said. “And you’re no poet, darling.”

Hawke slammed the Toyota down into third, sighed and struck the tone of a disappointed father. “Didn’t any of you survey the terrain on the way up?”

“Well…” Devlin said.

“Christ,” Hawke said. “What about you, SAS?”

“I was too busy filing my nails,” Scarlet purred.

“If you had you would have seen that to the west of the caldera the mountain begins to recede into a more gradual incline. If we drive along the ridge for a few hundred meters we can turn north and drive down one of the shallower slopes. We’ll save fifteen minutes.”

Suitably chastened, the team sat in silence while the former SBS man moved down the through the gears and pushed the powerful SUV up the steep southern slope. After some slipping and sliding around on mud and rogue patches of scree, he made the ridge and they were met by a breathtaking view of Dolgellau and the Mawddach River valley stretching away to the west.

“Anyone see Kruger’s jeeps yet?” Kim said.

“Not yet,” said Lea.

Hawke change gear. “We need to get further along.”

He navigated the Highlander along the ridge of the mountain, but a few minutes into their journey a low rumbling sound started to come from the back of the SUV.

“You hear that?” Kim said.

Hawke checked the rear view. “I hear it.”

“What is it?” Ryan asked.

“Is it something wrong with the SUV?” Kim asked.

Reaper shook his head. “It’s a chopper.”

Devlin turned and looked over his shoulder. “Nothing this side.”

“I see it,” Kim said. “But don’t ask me what it is. They all look the same to me.”

Reaper leaned over her and stared into the sky. The wrinkles around his eyes creased up as he squinted into the sun. “Sikorsky Super Stallion.”

Hawke glanced over his shoulder to Reaper. “A Super Sta… what the hell?”

“What’s one of those?” Kim asked.

“It’s usually a military chopper. Heavy cargo lifter.”

“Not the sort of hardware you’d think Kruger would pack on his vacation then?” Kim said.

“No,” Hawke said with a scowl. “It has kevlar armor plating and the engines are so powerful it can fly nearly two hundred miles per hour despite its colossal size and weight. I’m starting to think Dirk Kruger has a very powerful employer.”

“I guess now we know what Kruger was so miffed about back in the field,” Scarlet said. “He was expecting the chopper to be there when he came off the mountain.”

“So we’re in trouble?” Kim asked.

“Oui,” Reaper said, but with his usual air of nonchalant indifference. “The Super Stallion has window-mounted fifty cal machine guns and a Gau-21 machine gun on the cargo ramp, and looking at this one…” he leand over Kim again and looked up. “Oui… c’est exactement ce que je pensais… il y a — sorry — there are some missiles on this bird also.”

“What you seeing, Reap?” Scarlet said.

“Maybe Stingers, mais…”

“Looks like we’re about to find out, friends,” Devlin said. “She’s moved over to my side and she’s coming down. Looks like she means business.”

The Stallion swooped down behind the Highlander as they raced along the ridge of the mountain. Hawke dropped down from fourth to third to increase torque but even over the chunky roar of the Highlander’s 3.3 litre V6 the cab of the SUV was now filled with the chilling growl of the Super Stallion’s General Electric three free-turbine turboshaft engines.

“Anyone still see Krugs?” Ryan said.

“Krugs?” Scarlet said.

“It’s my new name for him.”

“He’s past the town and heading out to the fields beside the river over there. Looks like a rendez-vous to meet the chopper after we’ve been dealt with.”

“They’re firing!” Scarlet yelled.

Hawke said nothing, but spun the wheel hard to the right and sent the Highander swerving down the slope. The Stinger screeched past them at the head of a grim, billowing smoke trail. Lea watched with fear as the missile ripped into the ridge and exploded in a massive fireball, blasting chunks of mud and rock in all directions. One fist-sized rock slammed into the Highlander’s windshield and left a thick spider-web fracture in the middle of the glass.

Lea gasped and shielded her eyes.

Hawke turned his head but kept his eyes on the slope. The slope’s incline was too steep here and was sucking them down into the valley again. He doubted he could keep them safe if the SUV started to head straight down the slope. As they gathered speed he would be unable to brake or turn without flipping them over. That would make them easier for the Stallion to hunt, so he made the decision to turn the Highlander to the left and head back up to the ridge.

He slammed down into third again and the engine roared. “Some cover fire would be nice.”

“You think this Glock is going to take down a Super Stallion?” Scarlet said.

“I think the pilot is human and your firing on him will force a reaction.”

Scarlet sighed and pushed down her window. She pulled the gun from her holster and climbed out of the rear window of the SUV until her entire upper body was outside and the wind was whipping her hair across her face. She cursed Hawke and started to fire at the cargo chopper.

Reaper pushed down Kim’s window and followed suit, firing his weapon up at the chopper. Kim jumped and lifted her hands to her hears as the Frenchman discharged the firearm right next to her face.

Hawke was right, and the Super Stallion took evasive action, flying up and to the left. Swinging out over the valley now it went full circle and prepared to make another run on the Highlander.

Lea leaned her head to look past the smashed windshield. “We’re running out of ridge, Joe!”

“I’m on it!”

The Stallion was behind them again, but this time keeping its distance. “They’re staying out of the range of the handguns, Joe!” Scarlet said.

“Incoming!” Reaper yelled. He pulled his head back in the window.

Scarlet climbed back inside. “Five seconds, Josiah and we’re a thousand pieces!”

Hawke checked the mirror and saw this time they were firing the missile to their right to stop them taking cover down on the slope.

But the left was a steep drop all the way down to the bottom of the mountain.

And then the Stinger was on them.

Hawke spun the wheel to the left to avoid a direct hit and sent the Highlander scrambling over to the edge of the ridge. His plan was to try and keep the SUV from tumbling over by constantly steering the vehicle to the right and fighting gravity until the danger was passed, but it struck much closer than he’d anticipated and he had underestimated the awesome power of the Stinger.

The Highlander tipped onto its two left wheels and they all knew that their lives were now in the hands of the gods.

“Put your windows down!” Hawke yelled.

As they tipped over onto their side, Lea screamed and held onto the sides of her seat. In the rear seats the rest of the team clung on for their lives, and up front Hawke struggled against hope to get the steering wheel lined up in the right place for when the Highlander finally crashed back down on its wheels.

It turned over and over, partially crumpling the reinforced roof in over their heads and throwing them about as if they were in an industrial washing machine. The glass in the windshield exploded into their faces like a grenade as the roof collapsed, but thanks to Hawke’s quick-thinking the other windows were open, and the glass safely inside the doors. After what seemed like forever the wrecked Toyota came to a stop on the shores of the lake.

The ECHO team immediately crawled from the smoking wreckage of the trashed Highlander and checked for injuries. They had gotten away lightly, with only a few bruises and cuts among them. Worse was the damage to their professional pride as they watched Kruger’s Jeep Cherokee screech to a halt in an open field down by the Mawddach River. The Super Stallion swooped down and landed a few dozen yards further west, its powerful rotors blasting the surrounding grass totally flat as the South African ran to it and disappeared inside its side door with Zito and the other men following a few paces behind. This time none of them looked back.

“So now they have the Sword of Fire,” Ryan said.

“And they murdered Kloos in cold blood,” said Kim.

Lea sighed. “We’re going to need Lund again. We need to trace that chopper in a hurry.” She pulled her phone out and made a call to the enigmatic Dane.

Scarlet leaned against the wrecked Highlander and lit a cigarette. “Look on the bright side,” she said.

“And what would that be?” Hawke asked.

“You’ve broken a new record, Joe.”

“Have I?”

She nodded and blew out a cloud of smoke. “Not even Jeremy Clarkson could inflict this much carnage on a Toyota.”

“Funny,” he said.

“So what now, Batman?” Kim said, looking at Hawke.

“We wait for this,” he said, pointing his chin over at Lea, who was still on the phone. She ended the call and walked over to them.

“What’s the deal?” Hawke said.

“The Stallion is owned by a man named Pavel Horak, and the scheduled flight path takes it back to a mansion he owns just outside of London.”

“So that’s who’s pulling Krugsie’s strings,” Ryan said.

“A mansion?” said Kim.

Lea nodded. “Uh-huh. Apparently, it’s called Woodrow House. This Horak guy has owned it for years. Lund says he’s an eccentric Czech billionaire. He also says there’s some kind of terror threat going on in London. This has to be linked.”

“Wait a minute — you mean the Pavel Horak?” Ryan said. “As in Sir Pavel Horak?”

Lea shrugged her shoulders. “I never heard of him so he’s just like any other Pavel Horak to me.”

Ryan sighed. “Pavel Horak is one of the country’s leading software magnates and to say he’s eccentric is the understatement of the century. He’s totally crazy.”

Another shrug from Lea. “I don’t care if he’s the Easter buggering Bunny. Looks like Dirk Kruger is staying at his place before he flies out of the UK so that makes him a legitmate target.”

“What the hell does a man like Pavel Horak want with the idol?” Reaper said.

Hawke said, “That’s just what I was thinking.”

“Wait a minute,” Ryan said. “I remember now — Pavel Horak was in the news recently because they’re about to take his knighthood away over some kind of financial scandal.”

Kim frowned. “You think that’s enough to drive him to commit some kind of terrorist atrocity in London?”

“That’s a strategic concern,” Hawke said. “We’re in the field and focussing on the tactical. Lea, is Lund going to get us some back-up?”

Lea shook her head and sighed. “As far as getting the authorities involved, Lund says it’s a big no. He says there’s no way he can run security checks before we get there. If we alert the police or anti-terror units we might be alerting the enemy. Horak has deep pockets and long arms.”

“Fuck that,” Scarlet said. She whipped out her phone and punched some numbers into the pad. “We need back-up and I know just the man to call.” She walked away from the group as she started to speak into the phone.

“Does Lund know how Horak and Kruger are planning on getting the sword out of the country?” Hawke asked.

“Horak does a lot of business in London and his preferred method of travel is helicopter. He has a hangar at the property with a small collection of choppers there. Lund says there’s only one flight scheduled for today and that’s an AgustaWestland belonging to Horak himself.”

“Sounds like that’s the escape plan then,” Ryan said.

“When?” Hawke asked.

“Just after midday,” Lea said.

Scarlet returned and slipped her phone into her pocket. “Sorted. An old mate of mine from the Regiment has agreed to join our madness. Hope he doesn’t make you feel like some sort of big girl, Joe.”

Hawke opened his mouth to reply, but Scarlet cut him off: “So what’s the plan?”

“We think our arms dealer friend is going to try and leave the country with this Horak bloke. They have an AgustaWestland,” Lea said.

“When?”

“Midday.”

Reaper glanced at his watch and gave a shrug. “We can do it if we hurry.”

Kim laughed. “When do you crazies ever do anything that isn't in a hurry?”

“True,” Scarlet said. “And that includes Ryan in bed… so Lea says,” she added hastily.

Hawke rolled his eyes and looked at the Toyota. “Looks like we’re going to need some new wheels to get back to the airport though.”