The Cardinal of the Kremlin - Tom Clancy [267]
The moment stretched into eternity as both men brought their weapons to bear. He saw the man's eyes. It was a young face there, immediately below the emergency light, but the eyes the rage there, the hatred, nearly stopped the Colonel's heart. But Bondarenko was a soldier before all things. The Afghan's first shot missed. His did not.
The Archer felt shock, but not pain in his chest as he fell. His brain sent a message to his hands to bring the weapon to the left, but they ignored the command and dropped it. He fell in stages, first to his knees, then on his back, and at last he was staring up at a ceiling. It was finally over. Then the man stood by his side. It was not a cruel face, the Archer thought. It was the enemy, and it was an infidel, but he was a man, too, wasn't he? There was curiosity there. He wants to know who I am, the Archer told him with his last breath. "Allah akhbar!" God is great.
Yes, I suppose He is, Bondarenko told the corpse. He knew the phrase well enough. Is that why you came? He saw that the man had a radio. It started to make noise, and the Colonel bent down to grab it.
"Are you there?" the radio asked a moment later. The question was in Pashtu, but the answer was delivered in Russian.
"It is all finished here," Bondarenko said.
The Major looked at his radio for a moment, then blew his whistle to assemble what was left of his men. The Archer's company knew the way to the assembly point, but all that mattered now was getting home. He counted his men. He'd lost eleven and had six wounded. With luck he'd get to the border before the snow stopped. Five minutes later his men were heading off the mountain.
"Secure the area!" Bondarenko told his remaining six men. "Collect weapons and get them handed out." It was probably over, he thought, but "over" would not truly come until that motor-rifle regiment got here.
"Morozov!" he called next. The engineer appeared a moment later.
"Yes, Colonel?"
"Is there a physician upstairs?"
"Yes, several-I'll get one."
The Colonel found that he was sweating. The building still held some warmth. He dropped the field radio off his back and was stunned to see that two bullets had hit it-and even more surprised to see blood on one of the straps. He'd been hit and hadn't known it. The sergeant came over and looked at it.
"Just a scratch, Comrade, like those on my legs."
"Help me off with this coat, will you?" Bondarenko shrugged out of the knee-length greatcoat, exposing his uniform blouse. With his right hand he reached inside, while his left removed the ribbon that designated the Red Banner. This he pinned to the young man's collar. "You deserve better, Sergeant, but this is all I can do for the present."
"Up 'scope!" Mancuso used the search periscope now, with its light-amplifying equipment. "Still nothing " He turned to look west. "Uh-oh, I got a masthead light at two-seven-zero-"
"That's our sonar contact," Lieutenant Goodman noted unnecessarily.
"Sonar, conn, do you have an ident on the contact?" Mancuso asked.
"Negative," Jones replied. "We're getting reverbs from the ice, sir. Acoustic conditions are pretty bad. It's twin screw and diesel, but no ident."
Mancuso turned on the 'scope television camera. Ramius needed only one look at the picture. "Grisha."
Mancuso looked at the tracking party. "Solution?"
"Yes, but it's a little shaky," the weapons officer replied. "The ice isn't going to help," he added. What he meant was that the Mark 48 torpedo in surface-attack mode could be confused by floating ice. He paused for a moment. "Sir, if that's a Grisha, how come no radar?"
"New contact! Conn, sonar, new contact bearing zero-eight-six-sounds like our friend, sir," Jones called. "Something else near that bearing, high-speed screw definitely something new there, sir, call it zero-eight-three."
"Up