Temple of the Gods - Andy McDermott [195]
‘You fucking bitch,’ Nina spat.
‘Oh, come on, Nina. An educated woman like you can do better than that, surely?’ Sophia braced herself against the seats and used a foot to shove Eddie closer to the ramp. ‘But then, as I’ve always said, one can’t expect class from an American.’
Larry whispered to Nina from the side of his mouth. ‘I could shake the controls, make her fall out.’
‘Eddie’d fall out too,’ she replied in kind, still desperately searching for a weapon. No gun. Was there anything else she could use?
Maybe – if she could reach it without being shot.
Twisting awkwardly to keep the gun trained on Nina, Sophia kept pushing Eddie nearer to the ramp. ‘I think it’ll take about thirty seconds for him to hit the ground from this height,’ she said. ‘I’m going to watch, just to make sure. Eddie does have the annoying habit of popping up when he’s supposed to be dead, but not this time. This is the end. For both of you.’ Eddie was now almost fully on the ramp. ‘As soon as I see that little Wile E Coyote puff of dirt, it’s your turn.’
A final thrust of her leg – and Eddie slithered down the ramp.
‘No!’ Nina screamed, but there was nothing she could do—
Eddie’s eyes opened – and he grabbed a cargo ring set into the metal surface just as his legs went over the edge.
Straining to hold on as the wind and rotor downwash tore at him, he looked up. The infuriated Sophia towered over him, stepping to the ramp’s top and holding on to its frame with her left hand as she leaned out. ‘Why,’ she shouted, trying to jab at his fingers with her outstretched boot heel, ‘can’t you just –’ another strike fell millimetres short – ‘die?’
The final blow caught his knuckles. Eddie yelled in pain—
And lost his grip.
The gale snatched him backwards, whipping him over the edge of the ramp.
‘Yes!’ Sophia cried, the exclamation of victory bursting out of her almost orgasmically. She glanced round at Nina—
A dazzling light shot down the length of the cabin and struck her hard in the back.
Sophia reeled as the flare that Nina had fired spun past, spraying her clothing with sparks and fire. She clutched the frame for support . . . but the two stiff prosthetic fingers prevented her from getting a firm grip. Her gloved hand slipped from the metal – and she followed Eddie down the ramp with a horrified shriek, tumbling away into the empty sky.
Nina dropped the flare’s tube and ran down the aisle. ‘Come and get us!’ she yelled to the stunned Larry. Determination driving out doubts, she passed the last row of seats, snatching a parachute off the rack—
And threw herself out of the back of the helicopter.
The slipstream pummelled her as she sailed into open air, the desert spreading out eight thousand feet below. The noise of the chopper’s engines faded, but the wind’s roar in her ears only grew louder as she picked up speed in free fall.
Parallax revealed two dark shapes against the landscape. Sophia – and Eddie. She forced back her fear, fixing her gaze on him as she grappled with the parachute’s harness. Working her arms through the flapping loops, she strained to fasten the buckle across her chest. It clicked shut – but only then did she realise that there was another set of straps through which she was meant to put her legs. When she pulled the ripcord, the sudden force of braking could tear the parachute right off her body.
But there was no time to remove it and try again. All or nothing . . .
Eddie had been slammed back to full awareness by a massive adrenalin surge – one driven by pure fear. His military training had taught him how to try to recover in the event of a parachute failure . . . but this time he had no parachute. And there was nothing below that might save him either – no bodies of water, no tall trees, just flat, hard desert in every direction.
Even so, he rolled face-down and spread his arms and legs. The increased drag would slow his fall – slightly. He would still hit the ground at over a hundred miles per hour.
He was going to die.