Satori - Don Winslow [141]
She stopped as they heard boat motors and the slaps of hulls on the water.
They were coming and coming fast.
“Stay low at least,” he said.
Then he scrambled down the hatchway.
Nicholai cracked open a crate, took one of the rocket launchers, found the solvent, and quickly wiped the weapon clean of the protective grease.
Even from the hold, he could hear the motors getting closer.
He found a tripod, took it and the launcher in either hand, and hurried back up the hatchway.
“Mon dieu,” Solange said, “and what do you intend to do with that?”
“Screw the tripod into the barrel,” he said. “S’il te plaît.”
He trotted back down to the hold, found the ammunition, and came back up with two of the rockets. “Eight-pound highexplosive antitank rockets with a velocity of 340 feet per second, capable of penetrating eleven inches of armor plating at an effective range of a hundred yards. Or so I’m told.”
“Men.”
Now he could make out the running lights of the first boat, and troopers standing in the bow. The boat looked loaded with men.
Nicholai shoved the rocket down the back of the tube, then lay down, adjusted the tripod, and sighted in. Waiting until the boat came inside the hundred-yard range, he took a deep breath and pulled the trigger on the exhale.
The rocket shot out, whooshed through the night air, and plunged into the water behind the speeding boat.
Solange flipped the machine pistol onto full automatic.
Nicholai sat up, reloaded, and settled back in again. He adjusted the sight, waited, and fired.
The boat exploded in scarlet flame.
Men on fire shrieked and leaped into the water.
Solange winced.
The next boat was coming hard.
Nicholai went for more ammunition, came back, and sighted in. The boat was so close he could hardly miss now.
So close he could make out the face of Bay Vien.
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BAY’S MEN LOADED the crates onto the swamp boat as he examined the carnage on and below the deck.
“You killed these eight men?” he asked.
Nicholai nodded.
“The two of you?”
Nicholai nodded again.
“Mmmph.”
“How did they find us here?” Nicholai asked.
“De Lhandes gave in, under torture.”
“Is he dead?”
“He’ll recover,” Bay answered.
“That’s good,” Nicholai answered. He didn’t begrudge his friend the betrayal under torture. Bay shouted for his men to hurry.
“We don’t have much time,” he explained. “They’ll be coming with more men. Getting you on the freighter is out now. Police and soldiers are checking every boat. They’re all over the harbor. Maybe we can get her on board, but not you.”
“I won’t leave without him,” Solange said.
“Where are we going?” Nicholai asked.
“Up the river,” Bay said, “into the delta. Deliver the guns to the Viet Minh and then find a way to get you out of the country. It might take some time.”
“We have time,” Nicholai said.
But he wasn’t entirely sure.
158
“ROCKET LAUNCHERS?” Diamond asked.
Signavi confirmed that rockets had sunk two boatloads of his men and sent them plunging into the Swamp of the Assassins.
God damn Nicholai Hel to a fiery death of his own, Diamond thought.
And God damn that traitor Haverford, who had to have had a hand in this.
“Do you know where he might be headed?” Signavi asked.
“He’s taking them to the Viet Minh,” Diamond said. “Guibert is a Chinese agent.”
“You told me he was an American narcotics agent.”
“Grow up,” Diamond said. “I lied.”
Either way the man had to be found and killed. Signavi took command of the military operation to sweep the delta and find Guibert and the weapons. A shipment of those weapons to the Viet Minh could change the course of the war.
“I’m going with you,” Diamond said.
He hated battles, but this was his best chance to kill Nicholai Hel.
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HAVERFORD LOOKED at De Lhandes in the hospital bed.
“Who did this to you?” he asked.
“One of yours,” De Lhandes murmured through the painkilling drugs. “That’s why I asked to see you. I’m hoping you’re better than that.”
He told Haverford