Warlord of Azatlan

11

The Huey seemed to float below him. Gadgets Schwarz considered his options. With his Galil, he might hit the door gunner. But from this angle, he could not expect the lightweight 5.56mm slugs to punch through the pilots' windshield. Even if he waited for a straight-on shot, the windshield would deflect the 5.56mm slugs at wild angles. He would have to kill the pilot and copilot simultaneously and instantly to drop the Huey. And if he did not make an instant kill, they would come to kill him. Like Lyons said, he might as well throw rocks.

Rocks?

As Gadgets watched, the helicopter made another pass at the trail, the door gunner spraying Lyons and Blancanales with a long burst. A soldier threw a grenade. The explosion puffed dust on the cliff face.

Gadgets grabbed a fist-sized rock and threw it. He watched the angle of fall.

He ran back from the edge. Frantically searching through the clutter of materials stacked around the unfinished house, he found rolls of barbed wire and chicken wire. Rough-sawn planks leaned against the house.

He tore off the weather-rotted cardboard on the end of a roll of barbed wire. He dragged the roll of wire to the cliff.

He watched the helicopter. The Huey had completed a circle and was veering in for another attack. The M-60 flashed fire.

Strong with panic, Gadgets jerked up the barbed wire from the ground. He held it above his head, then threw it.

The heavy roll of wire hit a rock and bounced far out from the cliff.

Gadgets watched. The wire fell in erratic gyrations.

It did not miss. The unraveling wire hit the circle of the Huey's rotorblades. It whirled in a tangle above the fuselage for an instant, then the blades started to buckle and twist as the wire was sucked into their spin.

A rotor flew into space. The three remaining blades locked. The Huey fell straight down. The fuselage disintegrated on the rocks, then flame rose in a sheet.

"Whoo-eee! The Wizard does it!" Lyons laughed through his hand-radio. "What a trick. Brought us back from the dead."

"I don't believe it myself."

"Watch for the Cobra," Lyons told him. "We're on our way up, double time. Maybe you'll get a chance to drop another surprise."

Beside him, the Indian boy stared down at the burning helicopter. The boy looked from the helicopter to the chicken wire and planks stacked around the house, looked down to the wreckage again. Gadgets laughed.

"When you eliminate the impossible…" he said.

The Cobra came three minutes later.

Lyons and Blancanales directed the woman and child to take cover. The Indians crouched behind a rock, the little girl crying, the mother sobbing and shrieking, her hands over her ears as the Cobra approached.

Lyons jerked his folded black nylon windbreaker from his backpack. He crawled to the woman and the girl. Opening the jacket, he spread it over the woman's shoulders to cover the beautiful purple-and-red weaving she wore. He touched the black rocks around them, touched the black jacket, pointed to the sky.

The crying woman nodded. She held her daughter in her arms and enfolded her brilliant colors.

Blancanales radioed Gadgets. "What's the Cobra doing?"

"Skirting the cliffs. Staying back. It's — get ready."

"Ironman!" Blancanales called out.

"I know…"

Lyons shielded the woman and child with his body as the Cobra roared past. A section of the trail erupted in a string of explosions as the gunship strafed it with 40mm grenades. Rocks and bits of steel wire — spent shrapnel — showered them.

The Indian woman screamed. Lyons held her against the rock, protecting and restraining her. If she panicked...

Mini-Gatlings tore another section of trail. A one-second burst saturated a shadow with high-velocity slugs. Tracers made an orange line between the Cobra and the cliff face. Then the gunship veered away.

Their hand-radios buzzed. "It's trying to freak you," Gadgets's voice said .

"It has succeeded," Lyons answered.

"Lay cool, bro'. That ain't all it wants to do."

They heard the gunship's autogrenades rip the foothills below them, as black smoke from the burning Huey wreck drifted up the cliff face. Gadgets buzzed them again.

"Think it just killed Mr. Bones."

Easing his head from behind the rocks, Lyons looked down to see the Cobra veer away. Streaking over the valley, it disappeared behind clouds. The walls of clouds approached the cliff.

"Where'd it go?" Blancanales asked Gadgets.

"Off toward the town. You got cloud cover coming. That'll be your chance to run for it."

"Then that's the plan," Lyons agreed.

Waiting a few minutes, they did not hear the rotor-throb return. When the wall of mist enveloped the black volcanic cliff face, hiding them from airborne observation, they rushed to the top of the mountain.

Gadgets and the boy met them. Leading them under the cover of the pines, the boy stopped in a small meadow speckled with yellow wild flowers. Lyons motioned to Blancanales.

"Tell him to keep moving. They know we're here somewhere. We got to get gone."

A voice shouted from the forest. "No move! Drop weapons! Move quick, you die!"

The woman and the girl hurried away from the three North Americans. Able Team stood alone in the kill zone.