Ice Station - Matthew Reilly [56]
The Frenchman grunted with pain as he flung Schofield away from him, toward the edge of the catwalk. The two men separated and Latissier – still lying on the catwalk, half-blinded by the splotches of blood on his night-vision goggles – angrily brought his crossbow around toward Schofield’s head.
Schofield was right at the edge of the catwalk, up against the railing. He thought fast.
He caught Latissier’s weapon hand as it came round toward him and then, in a very sudden movement, rolled himself off the edge of the catwalk!
Latissier had never expected it.
Schofield kept his grip on Latissier’s weapon hand as he fell and, hanging from it, he swung down onto the empty deck below. Like a cat, Schofield landed on his feet and immediately raised Latissier’s crossbow up at the underside of the D-deck catwalk and pulled the trigger.
Latissier was lying face-down on the catwalk – with his arm stretched awkwardly out over the edge – when the crossbow discharged. At point-blank range, the arrow shot up through a gap in the steel grating, penetrated Latissier’s night-vision goggles, and lodged itself right in the middle of the Frenchman’s forehead.
Down in the drilling room, Rebound faced the crossbow-wielding French commando.
The Frenchman thought he had the upper hand, thought he had Rebound dead to rights. He only forgot one thing.
Night vision is hell on peripheral vision.
He was standing too close.
Which was why he never saw the Maghook that Rebound was holding at his hip.
Rebound fired. The Maghook shot out from its launcher and slammed into the Frenchman’s chest from a range of three feet. There came a series of instantaneous cracks as the French commando’s ribcage collapsed in on his heart. He was dead before he hit the ground.
Rebound took a deep breath, sighed with relief, looked at the drilling room in front of him.
He saw what the Frenchman had been doing and his mouth fell open. And then he remembered what the Frenchman had said earlier.
Le piège est tendu.
Then Rebound looked at the room again.
And he smiled.
‘South tunnel,’ Montana’s voice said over Schofield’s helmet intercom.
Schofield was down on E-deck now, having swung down there on Latissier’s arm. He looked across the pool and saw a black figure running into the south tunnel. It was the last French commando – save for the one who had rappelled down the shaft earlier.
‘I see him,’ Schofield said, taking off in pursuit.
‘Sir, this is Rebound,’ Rebound’s voice suddenly cut across the airwaves. ‘Did you just say the south tunnel?’
‘That’s right.’
‘Let him come,’ Rebound said firmly. ‘And follow him down.’
Schofield frowned. ‘What are you talking about, Rebound?’
‘Just follow him, sir,’ Rebound was whispering now. ‘He wants you to.’
Schofield paused for a moment.
Then he said, ‘Do you know something that I don’t, Corporal?’
‘That I do, sir,’ came the reply.
Montana, Snake and Gant joined Schofield on E-deck, at the entrance to the south tunnel. They’d all heard Rebound over their helmet intercoms.
Schofield looked at them as he spoke into his helmet mike. ‘All right, Rebound, it’s your call.’
Schofield, Montana, Snake and Gant edged cautiously down the long southern tunnel of E-deck. At the end of the tunnel, they saw a door, saw the silhouette of the last French soldier disappear behind it, a shadow in the green darkness.
Rebound was right. The soldier was moving slowly. It was almost as if he wanted them to see him go into the drilling room.
Schofield and the others pressed forward down the tunnel. They were about ten yards away from the door to the drilling room when suddenly a hand reached out from the shadows and grabbed Schofield by the shoulder. Schofield spun instantly and saw Rebound emerge from a cupboard set into the wall. There seemed to be another body in the cupboard behind Rebound. Rebound pressed his finger against his lips and led Schofield and the others down the tunnel toward the drilling room door.
‘It’s a trap,’ Rebound mouthed as they reached