Its someone out hunting, Jude said, wide-eyed. They think were a deer or something. If we jump out and wave our arms
Youll have them blown off, Ben said. He knows what hes shooting at. And it doesnt have antlers. He counted two seconds, three, long enough for the sniper to work his bolt and line up his next shot.
A crater burst open in the dirt just inches away and the bullet wailed off the rocks behind them. The shooter had moved position, trying to flank them and drive them out from behind cover.
Scruffy! Jude called out. The dog was going crazy, barking frenetically at the darkness. Ben reached out and grabbed his collar and thrust him into Judes arms. Hold on to him. Keep behind the rock.
Whos firing at us? Jude quavered, clutching the wriggling terrier in a death grip and pressing himself as tightly as he could behind the boulder.
Thats what bothers me, Ben said. Right now I can only see one of them. But Im betting hes not alone. They must have followed us from near the farm, driving without lights. He cursed himself for having been too preoccupied with Jude to notice theyd had company.
Thats what bothers me, Ben said. Right now I can only see one of them. But Im betting hes not alone. They must have followed us from near the farm, driving without lights. He cursed himself for having been too preoccupied with Jude to notice theyd had company.
What do they want with us?
Well, if they dont just shoot us dead here, theyll probably march us back to the car at gunpoint. Then theyll most likely want to punt us off a cliff or crash us through a nice big stone wall. Maybe theyll burn the wreck once were dead.
I shouldnt have asked, Jude hissed. Are you kidding me or what? Oh! He curled up into a ball as another shot exploded against the underside of the boulder.
Ben gauged the angle and shoved Jude a few inches to the left. The media will say I was drunk or on drugs, he said. Theyll have a witness from the local pub saying I was looking for directions to Robbies place. And we all know what goes on there.
Jude gaped at him, bits of wet grass and dirt stuck to his face. How do you know all this stuff?
Because thats how these people operate, Ben said. The wind had dropped for a moment, and the mist was hanging immobile in the air like the sails of a ship lying in a dead calm. The shooter wouldnt be able to see much in his sights until the breeze stirred it again.
That didnt seem to put him off. The fifth bullet tore a chunk the size of a fist off the rocks just a foot and a half away from where he was crouching. Jude flinched. And Ben saw his moment. He quickly peeled off his leather jacket, dumped it on the ground by the boulder and arranged it so that a few inches protruded from behind the rock. In the ghostly image of an infra-red scope it would look like a mans elbow sticking out as he crouched down for cover.
What are you doing?
Wait here.
You cant leave me here alone! Jude burst out.
Do as I say, and dont move.
Ben ran out from behind the boulder, keeping low, moving fast and quiet as a snake over the rough terrain. In the ten yards of open ground he crossed before a stony mound offered reasonable cover, there were no more shots. The silence was uncanny. He moved on, working his way from rock to hollow, gradually skirting around the side of the shooters position and praying that the mist would keep him hidden.
As he kept moving, he was thinking. You didnt deploy a sniper against your target unless getting up close and personal posed too much of a risk. The enemy were taking no chances, and his guess was that theyd worked out who he was by now. Somebody had been doing their homework. Somebody smart and ruthless. Ben was desperately worried that hed left Jude alone and unprotected back there. And he was worried because he knew that this shooter wasnt working alone. His associates were out there in the mist.
Ben had covered nearly two hundred yards when a fresh gust of cold wind ruffled his hair and the mist drifted aside like a cloud to reveal the moor and the starry sky above. He could see the boulder behind him and the ridge a little further ahead.
The seventh rifle shot sounded much closer. The white muzzle flash briefly lit up a stony outcrop no more than seventy-five yards away. Ben heard the bullet whip through the air and strike against the boulder. The shooter hadnt seen him, but now Ben knew exactly where he was.
Ben moved closer, coming round in a curve to approach the man from behind. His heart beat hard as he saw the black-clad figure among the rocks, lying prone in the classic sniper position, one leg straight out behind him, one crooked, both elbows on the ground. The rifle was a bolt action, mounted on a bipod, with a long fat silencer attached to the barrel. Ben recognised the night vision scope as a piece of Russian military hardware. Expensive. Exclusive. Available only to those with the right connections.
Ben didnt breathe as he closed in the last few yards. He felt no emotion, no pity. Pity would get you killed. Like remorse, it could wait until later.
The sniper was about to fire again when Ben landed on him from behind and pressed his knee hard into his spine, clapped one hand over his mouth and the other under his chin and jerked his head back violently, twisting it hard left and then right. The mans struggles lasted no more than a couple of seconds before his neck broke.
Ben let go of the mans head and it smacked down lifelessly against the rocks. Taking the rifle from the dead snipers arms, he rolled the corpse away with his foot, then raised the rifle to his shoulder and scanned the landscape through the scope. As the mist cleared rapidly, the night vision image brought everything vividly to life. He swivelled the rifle back towards the road. And recognised with a shock the black car that had pulled up behind the Mazda.
It was the Range Rover that had followed him earlier.
Two men were standing on guard nearby, both clad from head to toe in black, both wearing night vision goggles over ski masks. The goggles explained how the Range Rovers driver had been able to follow him in the dark without lights. One of the guards was clutching Bens bag, the other the shotgun theyd taken from it. Not good.
One sniper, two guards. Three men. No way, Ben thought to himself. Theyd have sent more than three men.
He pointed the rifle back towards the boulder where hed left Jude, and now saw that hed made a bad mistake. The sniper hadnt meant to kill him and Jude, only to pin them down as the rest of the group moved in to take them alive. Two more men in black were working their way quickly through the rocks towards Judes hiding place. They wore the same night goggles as their colleagues by the car. The one on the left was clutching a pistol with a long silencer. The one on the right was carrying a submachine gun.
They certainly werent taking any chances. Ben had been right about that, too.
In the green-hued image of the scope, Judes anxious face peered out from behind the boulder, searching for Ben. He had no idea that the two men were just yards away and about to close in on him.
But neither the two men stalking up on Jude nor their associates down on the roadside guarding the car had any idea that their sniper friend was now lying among the rocks with his neck snapped. Things were a little more even now.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ben pressed the rifle butt in tight against his shoulder, lined the scope crosshairs up on the man on the left and squeezed the trigger. The rifle bucked in his arms and he saw his target crumple to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Green blood splashed the rocks.
If the two guarding the car had heard the report, theyd assume it was the sniper doing his job. Ben quickly worked the rifle bolt and picked up the second man in his sights. Not quickly enough before he could get off the next round, the man took off across the rocky hillside. Ben followed his running target ten, fifteen yards, then squeezed off another shot. The man ducked as the bullet passed close by his head, and kept running, clutching his submachine gun to his side. By the time Ben had the sights lined up again, the man had flitted away into shadows so dense that not even the infrared could make him out.
Then he was gone. Still armed and dangerous, still out there. Ben looped the rifles tactical sling around his shoulder, scrambled down from the ridge and ran back to rejoin Jude.
Where did you get that thing? Jude asked in astonishment, gaping at the rifle. He obviously hadnt noticed the corpse lying just a few yards away.
From the sniper up there, Ben said.
You mean you just took it?
Something like that.
Who are you?
We dont have time for a conversation, Ben said. Grab the dog and lets go.
They ran back towards the car, Ben cradling the rifle, Jude clutching Scruffy to his chest. At the top of the slope overlooking the road, Ben caught Judes arm and pulled him to a halt.
Shit, Jude breathed as he saw the Range Rover and the two men standing by the Mazda.
Turn away, Ben said.
What?
Dont look.
Jude understood and turned away. Ben dropped to one knee, levelled the rifle and fired. Slid the bolt smoothly back and forth and fired again. Now move, he said to Jude. The rifles magazine was empty. He let the weapon drop as they ran down the slope towards the car.
Are they dead? Jude gasped when he saw the two bodies lying in the road.
You want to take their pulses? Ben said. Then get in the car and stay there this time. Jude obeyed numbly as Ben retrieved the things the men had taken from the Mazda. One corpse had the shotgun slung over his shoulder. The other had Bens bag, with Simeons laptop still inside. Ben quickly tossed the bag and the sniper rifle into the back of the car. He racked the pump of the shotgun and aimed it at the radiator of the Range Rover. There was still at least one guy out there on the moor, but an ounce of solid lead through the engine block ought to prevent anybody following them.
Before Ben could squeeze the trigger, a ripping burst of machine gun fire tore up the road at his feet. He threw himself back behind the Mazda, yelling at Jude to keep his head down. He blasted three shotgun slugs up the hillside, more to cover himself as he retreated to the drivers door than to hit anything. And he hadnt hit anything, because in the next instant another sustained burst of gunfire from the hillside punched a line of 9mm holes through the bodywork of the Mazda and shattered the back window. Jude let out a yell from inside the car.