The Judas Strain - James Rollins [107]
Shying away, Susan tried to pull the sweater farther over her arm. Lisa had already demonstrated the effect earlier to Susan, by turning off the bedroom lights briefly.
Lisa waved Monk to the rope. “We’ll talk about it later.”
Monk frowned, but he clambered up, proving the strength of his upper body and the grip of his prosthetic hand.
Lisa helped Susan into the sling. “Can you hold on okay?” she asked the woman.
“I’ll have to.” Susan shivered violently.
After a bit of maneuvering, Monk and Ryder began hauling her skyward, using a ship’s post as a brace.
Lisa waited, pacing a bit.
A loud knock reached her, freezing her in place.
It came from the cabin.
She stepped to the threshold. An angry shout greeted her.
Dr. Devesh Patanjali.
He must have tried to use his key card and discovered it was privacy locked. More pounding.
Lisa backed up, leaned out over the rail, and stared up.
Susan’s feet kicked. She was being helped over the rail.
Lisa pulled out her pistol from her belt and yelled up. “Hurry! Someone’s coming!”
The wind and thunder ate her words.
A splintering crack erupted from the cabin. They were breaking inside. A rifle shot followed. Loud as a cannon blast. Startling her.
A shout echoed down to her from above.
Monk at least had heard the gunfire.
The sling dropped at her shoulder, tossed, not lowered. It banged into her. She ignored it, rushed forward to the open balcony door, grabbed the inside drape, and swept it fully closed. She slid the door shut, too.
Let them discover the empty room.
The ruse might not last long, but it could buy her an extra few seconds. She dove back around, snatched the sling, and squirmed into it. A sudden gust of wind caused it to strike her hand, knocking her pistol from her grip.
The weapon flew off into the darkness.
Damn it…
Frantic, she cinched the sling, climbed up onto the balcony rail, and kicked out.
She felt the sling jerk under her arms as the men hauled her up.
She swung back toward the balcony, just as the drape was ripped open. Lightning flashed overhead. She saw Devesh’s face widen in surprise, uncomprehending at the view of her swinging toward him.
He fell back.
In his place, Surina appeared in a dressing gown, her long black hair loose. She shoved the door open while her other arm snaked back and grabbed the cane from Devesh.
Lisa reached the end of the arc of her swing. She kicked at the woman, but Monk and Ryder had hauled her up, shortening her rope enough that the tip of her boot whished through open air.
The sling swung away again.
Surina followed, out onto the balcony, her hair whipped into a furious swirl by the wind. She grabbed Devesh’s cane in both hands, twisted it, and whipped it wide. A sheath of polished white wood flew back into the cabin, revealing the length of steel blade hidden in the cane.
Surina flew to the balcony rail.
Lightning lit the sky, turning the sword into blue fire.
Weaponless, Lisa swung back toward the woman waiting with the blade.
8:46 P.M.
MONK HAD NOT waited. With the first rifle blast, he knew Lisa needed more direct help, so he left the big Aussie to haul her on his own.
Monk rappelled out on a rope. The other end was tied to a life preserver, jammed between two posts of the ship’s rail. His prosthetic hand clenched the rope with the strength of a steel clamp. His other hand pointed his pistol.
He leaped out far enough to see Lisa swinging back toward a woman with a sword. He aimed his pistol and fired.
A gust of wind threw off his aim.
The round tore a chunk out of the balcony’s wooden railing.
But it was enough to ward off the swordswoman. She fell back with a smooth twist of her body.
Ryder bellowed as he hauled hard on Lisa’s line.
At the same time, with strength born of adrenaline and terror, Lisa pulled herself up by her arms. She now stood in the sling, rather than hanging.