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Releasing the Russian, Newmeyer put his shoulder back under Grey. The helicopter arrived directly overhead as he stood, the pilot coming down a foot to bring the bottom of the ladder level with Newmeyer's knees.
The Private put his foot on the second rung and began to climb. As soon as he was within range, both Sondra and Private Pupshaw reached down to haul Grey in.
Even as she allowed Pupshaw to finish bringing the Sergeant inside, and extended her hand to Newmeyer, Sondra's eyes were on Lieutenant Colonel Squires.
"Thirty seconds!" copilot lovino called back at them.
"Sir!" she shouted as he tried to get himself under Nikita. "Half-minute warning!"
"Twenty-five!" lovino shouted.
Squires let go of the Russian's hair, hoisted him onto his shoulder, then sat on the edge of the window. As he struggled to get to his feet, Nikita pushed at him, trying to get back in the cab.
"Twenty!"
"Damn you!" Squires hissed, grabbing the back of the Russian's coat as Nikita slumped back into the cab.
Nikita hooked his arm around the handle beside the window and held on tight.
"Fifteen!"
Sondra's face and voice were beginning to show the strain. "Lieutenant Colonel-- fifteen seconds!"
Still standing in the window, Squires motioned for the chopper to come over to the side.
The Mosquito edged east and the pilot descended slightly so the ladder was level with Squires. Squires gestured for him to come a little lower.
"Ten seconds!"
Releasing Nikita's coat, the Lieutenant Colonel held onto the top of the train with his left hand, while with his right he unholstered his Beretta, pointed it at the top of Nikita's arm, and fired. The Russian howled, lost his hold on the handle, and fell back into the cab.
Squires jumped in after him.
"No!" Sondra shouted, and scampered down the ladder. Newmeyer ran down after her.
"Five seconds!" Iovino yelled.
"Wait!" Sondra screamed up at him.
The ladder was hanging directly beside the window of the cab. Grunting and swearing, Squires pushed the limp Nikita out the window. Sondra and Newmeyer both got a hand on his coat and yanked him out.
The pilot waited as Pupshaw reached out and helped Newmeyer as the Russian was passed up the ladder.
The Lieutenant Colonel clambered back into the window. The instant her hands were free, Sondra reached toward him. His hand came out- The first cargo car exploded, followed a heartbeat later by the second. The blasts caused the engine to hop violently, the back end rising higher than the nose, separating from the coal tender, which bucked up, coal flying, and pinwheeled to the west, snapping free of the engine. When it slammed down, the engine was slightly off the track.
"Lieutenant Colonel!" Sondra cried as Squires fell back into the cab and the pilot pushed the helicopter up and ahead to stay clear of the blast. "Captain, don't leave yet!"
The pilot raced north and climbed to keep clear of shrapnel.
"Get back in!" Newmeyer cried to her, his voice cracking.
Sondra's eyes reflected the raging red fireballs as she watched the engine skid forward on the tracks, racing ahead of the blast at an angle, the wheels kicking up sparks and smoke.
"He's still in there!" she said through her teeth. "We have to go back!"
And then the blast-weakened trestle folded under the engine and the stalled, helpless caboose. The collapse seemed surreal, occurring in slow motion and speeding up only when the fires of the explosion caused the boiler to explode. The blast sent pieces of the locomotive flying up, down, and sideways, dark shards riding the red and black fireball. And then all of it, the tracks and iron supports, the shattered train and trailing scarves of flame, tumbled into the gorge.
The fires shrank to flamelets as the Mosquito knifed away through the cold skies.
"No," Sondra was saying over and over as strong hands reached down and grasped her shoulders.
"We've