tc.patriotgames-第115部分
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f the agents turned and brought his gun out then fell backward。 The glass behind him shattered。 The other two men both dived for the deck。 One rose up to fire and fell beside his rade。 The last came inside and shouted for everyone to lie flat。 Jack had barely enough time to be horrified when another window shattered and the last security man was down。 Four armed figures appeared where the broken glass was。 They were all dressed in black； except for the mud on their boots and chests。 One pulled off his mask。 It was Sean Miller。
Avery and Longley were alone； lying in the middle of the yard。 The Brit watched as a number of armed men checked the bodies of the fallen agents。 Then they formed into two groups and started moving toward the house。
〃We're too bloody exposed here；〃 Longley said。 〃If we're to do any good at all； we must be back in the trees。〃
〃You go first。〃 Avery held his revolver in both hands and sighted on a black…clad figure visible only when the lightning flashed。 They were still over a hundred yards away； very long range for a handgun。 The next flash gave him a target； and Avery fired； missing and drawing a storm of fire at himself。 Those rounds missed； too； but the sound of thuds in the wet ground was far too close。 The fire shifted。 Perhaps they saw Longley running back to the trees。 Avery fired another carefully aimed shot and saw a man go down with a leg wound。 The return fire was more accurate this time。 The Secret Service agent emptied his gun。 He thought he might have hit another of them when everything stopped。
Longley made it to the trees and looked back。 Avery's prone figure didn't move despite the gunmen fifty yards away。 The British security officer shouted a curse and gathered the remaining people。 The FBI liaison agent had only his revolver； the three British officers had automatic pistols； and the one Secret Service agent had an Uzi with two spare magazines。 Even if there weren't people to protect； there wasn't anyplace to run。
〃So we meet again；〃 Miller said。 He held an Uzi submachine gun and bent down to pick up another from one of the fallen guards。 Five more men came in behind him。 They spread out in a semicircle to cover Ryan and his guests。 〃Get up！ Hands where we can see them。〃
Jack stood； with the Prince next to him。 Cathy came up next； holding Sally in her arms； and finally Her Highness。 Three men spun around when the kitchen door swung open。 It was Sissy Jackson； trying to hold some plates while a gunman held on to her arm Two plates fell to the floor and broke when he jerked her arm up。
They have a maid。 Miller remembered； seeing the dark dress and the apron。 Black； handsome woman。 He was smiling now。 The disgrace of his failed missions was far behind him。 He had all his targets before him； and in his hands was the instrument to eliminate them。
〃You get over here with the rest；〃 he ordered。
〃What the hell 〃
〃Move； nigger！〃 Another of the gunman； the shortest of the bunch； roughly propelled her toward the others。 Jack's eyes fixed on him for a moment where had he seen that face before 。 。 。
〃You trash！〃 Sissy's eyes flared in outrage at that； her fear momentarily forgotten as she wheeled to snap back at the man。
〃You should be more careful who you work for；〃 Miller said。 He gestured with his weapon。 〃Move。〃
〃What are you going to do？〃 Ryan asked。
〃Why spoil the surprise？〃
Forty feet away； Robby was in the worst part of the house to hear anything。 He'd been washing his hands； ignoring the thunder when the gunfire had erupted at the home's deck。 Jackson slipped out of the bathroom and peered down the corridor to the living room； but saw nothing。 What he heard was enough。 He turned and went upstairs to the master bedroom。 His first instinct was to call the police on the telephone； but the line was dead。 His mind searched for something else to do。 This wasn't like flying a fighter plane。
Jack has guns 。 。 。 but where the hell does he keep them 。 。 。？ It was dark in the bedroom and he didn't dare to flip on a light。
Outside； the line of gunmen advanced toward the woods。 Longley deployed his men to meet them。 His military service was too far in the past； and his work as a security officer hadn't prepared him for this sort of thing； but he did his best。 They had good cover in the trees； some of which were thick enough to stop a bullet。 He ordered his only automatic weapon to the left。
〃FBI； this is Patuxent River Approach。 Squawk four…zero…one…niner； over。〃
Aboard the helicopter； the pilot turned the transponder wheels until the proper code number came up。 Next he read off the map coordinates of his destination。 He knew what it looked like from aerial photographs； but they'd been taken in daylight。 Things could look very different at night； and there was also the problem of controlling the aircraft。 He was flying with a forty…knot crosswind； and weather conditions deteriorated with every mile。 In the back the HRT members were trying to get into their night…camouflage clothing。
〃Four…zero…one…niner； e left to heading zero…two…four。 Maintain current altitude。 Warning； it looks like a pretty strong thunder cell is approaching your target；〃 the controller said。 〃Remend you do not exceed one thousand feet。 I'll try to steer you around the worst of it。〃
〃Roger。〃 The pilot grimaced。 It was plain that the weather ahead was even worse than he'd feared。 He lowered his seat as far as it would go； pulled his belts tighter； and turned on his storm lights。 The only other thing he could do was sweat； and that came automatically。 〃You guys in back； strap down tight！〃
O'Donnell called for his men to stop。 The treeline was a hundred yards ahead； and he knew that it held guns。 One group moved left； the other right。 They'd attack by echelons； with each group alternately advancing and providing fire support for the other。 All his men wore black and carried submachine guns； except for one man who trailed a few yards behind the rest。 He found himself wishing that they'd brought heavier weapons。 There was still much to do； including removing the bodies of his fallen men。 One was dead and two more wounded。 But first he lifted his radio to order one of his squads in。
On O'Donnell's right； the single remaining Secret Service agent tucked his left side against an oak tree and shouldered his Uzi。 For him and his rades in the trees； there was no retreat。 The black metal sights were hard to use in the dark； and his targets were nearly invisible。 Lightning again played a part； strobe…lighting the lawn for an instant that showed the green grass and black…clad men。 He selected a target and fired a short burst； but missed。 Both groups of attackers returned fire； and the agent cringed as he heard a dozen rounds hit the tree。 The whole countryside seemed alive with the flashes of gunfire。 The Secret Service agent came around again and fired。 The group that had been approaching him directly was running to his left into the brambles。 He was going to be flanked but then they reappeared； firing their weapons into the bushes； and there were flashes firing out。 Everyone was surprised by that； and suddenly no one had control of the situation。
O'Donnell had planned to advance his teams on either side of the clearing； but unexpectedly there was fire ing from the woodline to the south； and one of his squads was exposed and flanked from two directions。 He evaluated the new tactical situation in an instant and started giving orders。
Ryan watched in mute rage。 The gunmen knew exactly what they were doing； and that reduced his number of options to exactly zero。 There were six guns on him and his guests； and not a chance that he could do anything about it。 To his right； Cathy held on to their daughter； and even Sally kept quiet。 Neither Miller nor his men made any unnecessary sound。
〃Sean； this is Kevin；〃 Miller's radio crackled with static。 〃We have opposition in the treeline。 Do you have them？〃
〃Yes； Kevin； the situation is under control。〃
〃I need help out here。〃 〃We're ing。〃 Miller pocketed his radio。 He pointed to his rades。 〃You three； get them ready。 If they resist； kill them all。 You two e with me。〃 He led them out the broken glass doors and disappeared。
〃e on。〃 The remaining three gunmen had their masks off now。 Two were tall； about Ryan's height； one with blond hair； the other black。 The other was short and going bald I know you； but from where？ He was the most frightening。 His face was twisted with emotions that Jack didn't want to guess at。 Blondie threw him a bundle of rope。 An instant later it was plain that it was a collection of smaller pieces already cut and meant to tie them up。
Robby； where the hell are you？ Jack looked over to Sissy； who was thinking the same thing。 She nodded imperceptibly； and there was still hope in her eyes。 The short one noticed。
〃Don't worry；〃 Shorty said。 〃You'll get paid。〃 He set his weapon on the dinner table and moved forward while Blondie and Blackie backed off to cover them all。 Dennis Cooley took the rope to the Prince first； yanking his hands down behind his back。
There！ Robby looked up。 Jack had set his shotgun on the top
