The Cardinal of the Kremlin - Tom Clancy [260]
"Looking for weaknesses." Bondarenko got back down to his knees. The air seemed alive with gunfire, but it was not yet concentrated. Above and behind the two, windows were shattering. Bullets pounded into the pre-cast concrete sections that formed the building wall, spraying everyone outside with chips. "Position yourself at the corner opposite this one. You'll command the north and east walls. I'll handle these two. Tell your men to fire only when they have targets-"
"Already done, Comrade."
"Good!" Bondarenko punched the young man on the shoulder. "Don't fall back until you have to, but tell me if you do. The people in this building are priceless assets. They must survive. Go!" The Colonel watched the sergeant run off. Perhaps the KGB did train some of its people. He ran to this corner of the building.
He now had twenty-no, he counted eighteen men. Their camouflage clothing made them hard to spot. He ran from man to man, his back bowed by the weight of the radio, spacing them out, telling them to husband their rounds. He was just finishing the line on the west side when there came a chorus of human voices from the darkness.
"Here they come!" a private screamed.
"Hold your fire!" the Colonel bellowed.
The running figures appeared as though by magic. One moment the scene was empty of anything but falling snow-the next, there was a line of men firing Kalashnikov rifles from the hip. He let them get to within fifty meters.
"Fire!" He saw ten of them go down in an instant. The rest wavered and stopped, then fell back, leaving two more bodies behind. There was more firing from the opposite side of the building. Bondarenko wondered if the sergeant had held, but that was not in his hands. Some nearby screams told him that his men had taken casualties, too. On checking the line he found that one had made no noise at all. He was down to fifteen men.
The climb-out was routine enough. Colonel von Eich thought. A few feet behind him, the Russian in the jump seat was giving the electrical panel an occasional look.
"How's the electricity doing?" the pilot asked in some irritation,
"No problem with engine and hydraulic power. Seems to be in the lighting system," the engineer replied, quietly turning off the tail and wingtip anticollision lights.
"Well " The cockpit instrument lights were all on, of course, and there was no additional illumination for the flight crew. "We'll fix it when we get to Shannon."
"Colonel." It was the voice of the crew chief in the pilot's headset.
"Go ahead," the engineer said, making sure that the Russian's headset was not on that channel.
"Go ahead, Sarge."
"We have our two our two new passengers, sir, but Mr. Ryan-he got left behind, Colonel."
"Repeat that?" von Eich said.
"He said to move out, sir. Two guys with guns, sir, they- he said to move out, sir," the crew chief said again.
Von Eich let out a breath. "Okay. How are things back there?"
"I got them in the back row, sir. I don't think anybody noticed, even, what with the engine noise and all."
"Keep it that way."
"Yes, sir. I have Freddie keeping the rest of the passengers forward. The aft can is broke, sir."
"Pity," the pilot observed. "Tell 'em to go forward if they gotta go."
"Right, Colonel."
"Seventy-five minutes," the navigator advised.
Christ, Ryan, the pilot thought. I hope you like it there
"I should kill you here and now!" Golovko said.
They were in the Chairman's car. Ryan found himself facing four very irate KGB officers. The maddest seemed to be the guy in the right-front seat. Gerasimov's bodyguard, Jack thought, the one who worked close in. He looked like the physical type, and Ryan was glad that there was a seatback separating them. He had a more immediate problem. He looked at Golovko and thought it might be a good idea to calm him down. "Sergey, that would set off an international incident like you would not believe," Jack said calmly. The next conversations he heard were in Russian. He couldn't understand what they were saying, but the emotional content was clear enough. They didn't