tc.patriotgames-第118部分
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hat if he's lying？ Ryan asked himself。 Is this guy willing to die for his cause？ Will he sacrifice himself to shout a warning and get us killed？ Does it make a difference do we have a choice？ No！
〃Move out； Shorty。〃 Ryan gestured with his gun。 〃Just remember who dies first。〃
It was high tide； and the water came to within a few feet of the base of the cliff。 The sand was wet and hard under his feet as Ryan stayed three feet behind the terrorist。 How far were they a hundred yards？ How far can one hundred yards be？ Ryan asked himself。 He was discovering that now。 The people behind him kept close to the kudzu…covered cliff。 That made them extremely hard to see； though if there was someone in the boat； he'd know that people were ing toward him。
Krak！
Everyone's heart stopped for a moment。 A lightning stroke had shattered a tree on the cliff's edge not two hundred yards behind them。 For a brief instant he saw the boats again and there was a man in each。
〃Just one； eh？〃 Jack muttered。 Shorty hesitated； then proceeded； hands at his side。 With the return of darkness； he again lost sight of the boats； and Jack reasoned that everyone's night vision was equally ruined by the lightning。 His mind returned to the image he'd just seen。 The man in the near boat was standing at the near side； amidships； and appeared to be holding a weapon one that needed two hands。 Ryan was enraged that Shorty had lied to him。 It seemed absurd as he watched the emotion flare and fade in his consciousness。
〃What's the password？〃
〃There isn't one；〃 Dennis Cooley replied； his voice unsteady as he contemplated the situation from rather a different perspective。 He was between the loaded guns of two sides； each of which was likely to shoot。 Cooley's mind was racing； too； looking for something he could do to turn the tables。
Was he telling the truth now？ Ryan wondered； but there wasn't time to puzzle that one out。 〃Keep moving。〃
The boat reappeared now。 At first it was just something different from the darkness and the beach。 In five more yards it was a shape。 The rain was pouring down hard enough to distort everything he saw； but there was a white； almost rectangular shape ahead。 Ryan guessed the range at fifty yards。 He prayed for the lightning to hold off now。 If they were lighted； the men in the boats might be able to recognize a face； and if they saw that Shorty was in front 。 。 。
How do I do this 。 。 。？
You can be a policeman or a soldier； but not both。 Joe Evans' words at the Tower came back； and told him what he had to do。
Forty yards to go。 There were rocks on the beach； too； and Jack had to be careful not to trip over one。 He reached forward with his left hand and unscrewed the bulky silencer。 He stuck it in his belt。 He didn't like what it did to the gun's balance。
Thirty yards。 He searched for and found the stock release switch on the Uzi。 Jack extended the stock； planting the metal buttplate in his armpit and snugging the weapon in tight。 Just a few more seconds 。 。 。
Twenty…five yards。 He could see the boat clearly now； twenty feet or so； with a blunt bow； and another just like it perhaps twenty yards beyond。 There was definitely a man in the near boat； standing amidships on its port side； looking straight at the people approaching him。 Jack's right thumb pushed the Uzi's selector switch all the way forward； to full automatic fire； and he tightened his fist on the pistol grip。 He hadn't fired an Uzi since a brief familiarization at Quantico。 It was small but nicely balanced。 The black metal sights were nearly useless in the dark； though； and what he had to do 。 。 。
Twenty yards。 The first burst has to be right on； Jack； right the hell on 。 。 。
Ryan took half a step to his right and dropped to one knee。 He brought the weapon up； placing the front sight low and left of his target before he held the trigger down for a four…round burst。 The gun jerked up and to the right as the bullets left； tracing a diagonal line across the target's outline。 The man dropped instantly from sight； and Ryan was again dazzled； this time by his own muzzle flashes。 Shorty had dived to the ground at the sound。
〃e on！〃 Ryan yanked Cooley up and threw him forward； but Jack stumbled in the sand and recovered to see that the terrorist was indeed running for the boat where there was a gun to turn against them all！ He was yelling something Ryan couldn't understand。
Jack had nearly caught up when Shorty got there first
And died。 The man in the other boat fired a long； wild burst in their direction just as Cooley was leaping aboard。 Ryan saw his head snap over and Shorty fell into the boat like a sack of groceries。 Jack knelt at the gunnel and fired his own burst； and the other man went down。 Hit or not； Ryan couldn't tell。 It was just like the exercises at Quantico； he told himself； total chaos； and the side that makes the fewest mistakes wins。
〃Get aboard！〃 He stayed up； holding his gun on the other boat。 He didn't turn his head； but felt the others board。 Lightning flashed； and Ryan saw the man he'd shot； three red spots on his chest； his eyes and mouth agape in surprise。 Shorty was beside him； the side of his head horribly opened。 Between the two it seemed a gallon of blood had been poured onto the fiberglass deck。 Robby finally arrived and jumped aboard。 A head appeared in the other boat； and Ryan fired again； then clambered aboard。
〃Robby； get us the hell outa here！〃 Jack moved on hands and knees to the other side； making sure that everyone's head was down。
Jackson moved into the driver's seat and searched for the ignition。 It was set up just like a car； and the keys were in。 He turned them； and the engine coughed to life as yet another burst of fire came from the other boat。 Ryan heard the sound of bullets hitting the fiberglass。 Robby cringed but didn't move as his hand found the shift lever。 Jack brought the gun up and fired again。
〃Men on the cliff！〃 the Prince shouted。
O'Donnell gathered his men quickly and gave out new orders。 All the security men were dead； he was sure； but that helicopter had probably landed to the west。 He didn't think the missile had hit； though it was impossible to be sure。
〃Thanks for the help； Sean； they were better than I expected。 You have them in the house？〃
〃I left Dennis and two others。 I think we should leave。〃
〃You got that right！〃 Alex said。 He pointed west。 〃I think we have some more pany。〃
〃Very well。 Sean； you collect them and bring them to the cliff。〃
Miller got his two men and ran back to the house。 Alex and his man tagged along。 The front door was open； and all five raced inside； turned around the fireplace； and stopped cold。
Paulson； his spotter； and another agent were running too。 He led them along the woodline to where the driveway turned； and dropped again； setting his rifle up on the bipod。 There were sirens in the distance now； and he wondered what had taken so goddamned long as he tracked his night…sight in a search for targets。 He caught a glimpse of men running around the northern side of the house。
〃Something feels wrong about this；〃 the sniper said。
〃Yeah；〃 his spotter agreed。 〃They sure as hell didn't plan to leave by the road but what else is there？〃
〃Somebody better find out；〃 Paulson thought aloud； and got on his radio。
Werner struggled forward on the south side of the yard； trying his best to ignore his throbbing back as he led his group forward。 The radio squawked again； and he ordered his other team to advance with extreme caution。
〃Well； where are they； man？〃 Alex asked。
Miller looked around in stunned amazement。 Two of his men were dead on the floor； their guns were gone and so were 。 。 。
〃Where the hell are they！〃 Alex repeated。
〃Search the house！〃 Miller screamed。 He and Alex stayed in the room。 The black man looked at him with an unforgiving stare。
〃Did I go through all this to watch you fuck up again？〃
The three men returned a few seconds later and reported the house empty。 Miller had already determined that his men's guns were gone。 Something had gone wrong。 He took his people outside。
Paulson had a new spot and finally could see his targets again。 He counted twelve； then more joined from the house。 They seemed to be confused as he watched the images on his night…sight gesture at one another。 Some men were talking while others just milled around waiting for orders。 Several appeared to be hurt； but he couldn't tell for sure。
〃They're gone。〃 Alex said it before Miller had a chance。
O'Donnell couldn't believe it。 Sean explained in a rapid； halting voice while Dobbens looked on。
〃Your boy fucked up；〃 Dobbens said。
It was just too much。 Miller slipped his own Uzi behind his back and retrieved the one he'd taken from the Secret Service agent。 He brought it up in one smooth motion and fired into Alex's chest from a distance of three feet。 Louis looked at his fallen boss for a second； then tried to bring his pistol up； but Miller cut him down； too。
〃What the hell！〃 the spotter said。
Paulson flipped the rifle's safety off and centered his sight on the man who had just fired；
