Games of State - Tom Clancy [137]
Jody looked up from the seat. Her fear was replaced by amazement. Her gaze shifted from the fireworks to Herbert.
"I'm out of bombs," he said as he pulled himself in. "I suggest we move."
Herbert shut the door as best he could as Jody backed the limousine away. Ahead, Karin Doring pushed through the crowd, firing after the car. Other guns joined in.
"Oww--"
Herbert looked to the left as Jody moaned. She slumped toward him. The car slowed, then stopped.
He leaned over, saw that she'd been hit in the shoulder. Outside the rib, it looked like, under the clavicle.
She was panting, her eyes pressed tightly together. He tried to shift himself so her arm was resting on his shoulder and there was no pressure on the wound. As he moved himself and her, he saw the cigarette pack in the pocket of her blouse. He quickly removed it, and his heart jumped when he saw the matches tucked in the cellophane wrapper.
Laying Jody down on the seat, he scooted to the right, picked up the second bottle from the floor, and nestled it between his thighs. Kann had cleared the mob and was reloading her semi-automatic. Herbert pulled out his handkerchief, jammed it in the bottle, and struck a match. He touched it to the fabric, which flamed and disintegrated faster than he had expected.
"Either they don't burn or they freakin' immolate you," he said as he leaned out the door and chucked the bottle toward Karin.
The glass cracked audibly as the gasoline spread. A flame sparked, spread, and rose up. Like organ music, Herbert thought.
He turned immediately to Jody. She was holding her shoulder. He knew that the area would pretty much have gone numb, and the worst pain she would feel was when she moved.
Herbert folded his chair and pulled into the car, largely so he could have the phone if he needed it. He wasn't sure if the phone in the limousine had survived the gunplay. Then he helped Jody up.
"Judy," he whispered, "I need you to do something. Can you hear me?"
She nodded once, weakly.
"I can't step on the gas. You'll have to do that for me. Do you think you can do that?"
She nodded again.
He wedged himself behind her slightly and took the wheel. He looked ahead and caught glimpses of a man holding Karin back from charging through the curtain of fire.
"Judy? We don't have much time. I'll take care of you, but we have to get out of here first."
She nodded again, licked her lips, and gasped as she extended her leg. Jody's eyes were shut, but Herbert watched as she felt around for the gas pedal.
"There," he said. "You've got it. Now push."
Jody did so, gently, and the car started back. His right arm across his chest, his hand on the steering wheel, Herbert turned around. He guided them along the rough-hewn path, through the trees, as the orange glow of the fire flashed dully on the rear window.
Bullets clanged against the front of the car, but with less force than before. They were shooting through the fire, blindly, as somebody shouted for everyone to calm down.
Chaos on Chaos Days, Herbert thought with some satisfaction. Feuer stopped by fire.
The ironies would have been delicious if he had time to savor them.
The car continued to move backward. The steering was awkward and they jerked on the broken front wheels and slammed the occasional tree as they retreated. Soon, the camp was just a glow reflected against the low-lying clouds of the evening sky. Herbert was beginning to think that they might actually get out of the woods alive.
And then the car died.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Thursday, 9:14 P.M.,
Wunstorf, Germany
Karin Doring coolly brushed away the fiery beads of gas which rained down on her. Her mind was on the cowardly behavior of her followers, but she refused to allow that to distract her. Like a fox, her eyes were on her prey. She watched the retreating car through the flame and smoke, through the rushing, tumbling mass of her followers.
Clever man, she thought bitterly. No headlights. He was backing away, driving by the dull glow of his braking lights. And then those lights went off. The SA dagger