The sum of all fears - Tom Clancy [102]
Russell moved in closer and used his hands to pull the dirt off the surface of the bomb itself. He was careful and thorough. The American worked up a good sweat but didn't slacken his efforts even once. The muscles in his arms rippled, and Ghosn admired him for that. The man had a physical power like none he had ever seen. Even Israeli paratroopers didn't look so formidable. He'd excavated two or three tons of dirt, yet he barely showed the effort, his movements as steady and powerful as a machine.
"Stop for a minute," Ghosn said. "I must get my tools."
"Okay," Russell replied, sitting back and staring at the bomb.
Ghosn returned with a rucksack and a canteen, which he handed to the American.
"Thanks, man. It is a little warm here." Russell drank half a liter of water. "Now what?"
Ghosn took a paint brush from the sack and began sweeping the last of the dirt from the weapon. "You should leave now." he warned.
"That's okay, Ibrahim. I'll stay if you don't mind."
"This is the dangerous part."
"You stayed by me, man," Russell pointed out.
"As you wish. I am now looking for the fuse."
"Not in front?" Russell pointed to the nose of the bomb.
"Not there. There is usually one at the front - it appears to be missing, that's just a screw-on cap - one in the middle, and one at the back."
"How come it don't have no fins on it?" Russell asked. "Don't bombs have fins on 'em, you know, like an arrow?"
"The fins were probably stripped off when it hit the ground. That's often how we find such bombs, because the fins come off and lie on the surface."
"Want me to uncover the back of the thing, then?"
"Very, very carefully, Marvin. Please."
"Okay, man." Russell moved around his friend and resumed pulling the dirt off the back end of the bombcase. Ghosn, he noted, was one cool son of a bitch. Marvin was as scared as he had ever been, this close to a shitload of explosives, but he could not and damned well would not show anything that looked like fear to this guy. Ibrahim might be a little pencil-necked geek, but the dude had real balls, dicking with a bomb like this. He noted that Ghosn was sweeping the dirt off like he was using the brush on a girl's tits, and made his own efforts just as cautious. Ten minutes later, he had uncovered the back.
"Ibrahim?"
"Yes, Marvin?" Ghosn said without looking.
"There ain't nothing here. The back's just a hole, man."
Ghosn lifted the brush from the case and turned to look. That was odd. But he had other things to do. "Thank you. You can stop now. I still have not found a fuse."
Russell backed off, sat on a mound of dirt, and proceeded to empty the rest of the canteen. On reflection he walked over to the truck. The three men there along with the farmer were just standing - the farmer watching in the open, the others observing more circumspectly behind the stone walls of the house. Russell tossed one man the empty canteen, and had a full one returned the same way. He gave a thumbs-up sign to all of them and walked back to the bomb.
"Back off for a minute and have a drink." Marvin said on his return.
"Good idea." Ghosn agreed, setting his brush down next to the bomb.
"Find anything?"
"A plug connection, nothing else." That was odd, too, Ghosn thought, pulling the top off the canteen. There were no stenciled markings, just a silver-and-red label block near the nose. Color-codes were common on bombs, but he'd never seen that one before. So, what was this damned thing? Maybe an FAE or some kind of sub-munition canister? Something old and obsolete that he'd never seen before. It had come down in 1973, after all. Maybe something that had long since gone out of service. That was very bad news. If it were something he'd never