Deep Black - Andy McNab [133]
The parka flapped rhythmically against my legs. Sweat leaked down to the small of my back. My hands and feet were boiling.
We had done maybe four hundred when the phone vibrated in my hand.
George wasn’t one for small-talk. ‘You have Nuhanovic?’
‘Yes, but not for long.’ I took deep breaths, wanting to be understood on the first attempt. ‘Here’s the deal. I’ll mark the target with the sat phone. You get the fix, I’ll talk the ordnance in, we get out and everyone’s quits. No more fucking about with kids’ lives, George, please.’
‘Agreed. But you must personally identify the target.’
‘We are about four hours out of Sarajevo. He’s time critical. You got Predators?’
‘I know where you are, I have you. There are three UAVs getting airborne now. Wait for a call from the operators. You will confirm the kill. I want him dead, son, not just a pile of rubble. Keep that sat phone on, they’ll be calling.’ The phone went dead.
I turned to Jerry. ‘We got a deal.’
His knees nearly buckled with relief.
I turned and started legging it. It wasn’t just because I wanted to get on to the road junction quickly. I didn’t want to answer any questions about whether I thought George would keep the deal.
We made it to the track and moved off into the first line of trees. The grass was wet, not frozen. I put the weapon down while I shoved the Thuraya in my jeans so I could feel when it went off. I slid the parka back on as I explained what George had said, slowly and quietly, so he wouldn’t miss anything.
‘You can dump the keys and rotary arm here. This is our meeting-place if we get split, OK?’
Jerry nodded, and put them at the base of what was left of the nearest tree, then untied his sleeves and put his own parka back on.
‘OK, actions on contact, on the way to target. You make your way back here. Pick up the wagon stuff and get away to the city. Don’t waste time if it goes noisy. I’ll try and get to target and get on with it. You’ll be able to do fuck-all without a weapon.’
The Thuraya rumbled against my stomach. I got to my knees and pressed the green button. The cold soaked into me as I kept an eye on the darkness up the track, hoping not to see headlights.
‘Who do I have speaking?’ It was an American monotone, like a synthesized computer voice.
‘This is Nick. You got a fix on us yet?’
‘Say again, slowly, Nick – I can’t understand you.’
‘Do you have a fix on us yet?’
‘That’s an affirmative, Nick.’
I checked the display. There was no number. ‘What’s your number?’
‘That’s classified.’
‘For fuck’s sake, we’re trying to carry out a fire-control mission here on a poxy sat phone. I need a number. We’re not on target yet. You’re going to lose the fix soon. I need to be able to call you once on target.’
There was a pause, then, ‘Wait out.’
Jerry came up behind me, his face hidden in his hood. ‘What the fuck they doing, man?’
I put my hand up to stop him. The monotone was back. ‘I have a number.’
I tapped it straight into the Thuraya. It was another sat phone. ‘OK, listen in. The target is about two Ks from this fix. It’s a house complex in the forestry block. Roger so far?’
‘That’s affirmative.’
‘You will lose this fix as we move under the canopy. I will call you once on target. Roger so far?’
‘That’s affirmative.’
‘You on a ship?’
‘That’s classified.’
‘We on the same side here? Just tell me how long you have to target.’
There was another pause. ‘Time to target is one hour, thirty-four minutes. One hour, three-four minutes.’
‘Got it. Wait out.’
I closed down and turned to Jerry as I zipped up my parka. ‘One hour thirty-four.’
Those things travelled at about eighty m.p.h., so they would be on target too quickly to have started on a carrier in the Adriatic. Maybe they were from some remote airfield in Kosovo. The US had quite a large peacekeeping presence there.
He nodded somewhere inside the hood.