Алистер Маклин - Time of the Assassins

They both nodded then followed Tambese down the embankment to the pavement where he paused to listen for any approaching vehicles. Silence. He led them across the road then they ran, doubled over, to the nearest doorway. The city hall, which spanned the length of the adjacent block, was an ugly, oblong-shaped building dating back to the early nineteenth century when the country was still part of the French empire. Tambese was about to break cover again when they heard the sound of an approaching engine. They ducked into the doorway and lay flat on their stomachs, their Uzis held at the ready. A black Toyota pick-up drove past with two men in the front and a third in the back, his arms resting on the top of the cab. A Sterling sub-machine gun was slung over his shoulder. He held a wine bottle in his hand. The truck continued to the end of the road where the driver idled the engine for a few seconds while he decided which turn-off to take. Then he accelerated sharply and the tyres shrieked in protest as the truck pulled away and disappeared up a sidestreet.

Tambese scrambled to his feet and scanned the street before giving Graham and Sabrina a thumbs-up sign. They sprinted the hundred yards to the front of the city hall and were still trying to catch their breath when they heard the sound of an engine in the distance. Tambese pointed to a cluster of shrubs against the side of the building and they ducked down behind them only seconds before the truck came back into view.

The man in the back shouted something to the driver who pulled the jeep over and stopped in front of the city hall. The man got out and threw the empty wine bottle into the gutter. The driver shouted angrily at him as glass splinters peppered the side of the truck. The man grinned at the driver and held up his middle finger contemptuously then walked unsteadily towards the bushes.

Sabrina instinctively shrunk further away from the approaching figure and backed into someone’s arm.

Then she noticed that Graham, who was the closest to her, was crouched with both arms folded across his chest, cradling his Uzi. It hadn’t been his arm. She turned her head very slowly, very reluctantly, and looked to see whose it was. A body was entangled in the bushes behind her. The face, which had been shot away at close range, was seething with hundreds of writhing, squirming maggots. She felt a scream rise in her throat but Graham clamped his hand roughly over her mouth before any noise could escape from her lips. He had seen the body when she backed into it and had anticipated her reaction. The man, who was urinating onto a nearby bush, didn’t hear her muffled cry above his uneven whistling. When he finished he returned to the truck, still whistling to himself. The driver immediately started up the engine and pulled away from the kerb. Within seconds silence returned to the deserted street.

‘You OK?’ Graham asked, putting a hand lightly on her arm.

Sabrina nodded guiltily.

Tambese led them a short distance away from the body. It had been decided that he and Sabrina would break into the building while Graham checked the area for the nearest manhole cover. They would meet up again outside in twenty minutes’ time.

‘Down!’ Sabrina said sharply as a pair of headlights swept into the street.

They ducked out of sight and moments later a jeep came into view. It sped past the city hall and shot through a red light before disappearing up a sidestreet.

‘Is that all they do?’ Graham asked, tentatively getting to his feet again.

Tambese nodded. ‘It’s very effective, as you’ve seen. You don’t know when they’re likely to appear. And if they’re hunting resistance fighters, they’ll drive without their lights on. But that won’t happen around here. The resistance movement confine their attacks to the outlying areas of the city.’ He looked at Sabrina. ‘Ready?’

‘Ready,’ she replied.

‘Synchronize watches,’ Tambese said. He waited until the second hand reached the twelve on his watch.

‘Ten forty-two,’

‘Check,’ Graham said.

‘Check,’ Sabrina added.

‘Twenty minutes,’ Tambese said to Graham then disappeared round the side of the building.

Sabrina followed him and they kept low as they passed a succession of windows overlooking the spacious garden. The grass was now ankle-high and the beds riddled with weeds.

Tambese stopped beside a steel ladder which was bolted against the side of the building. He crouched down and looked behind a nearby bush for the holdall Okoye had said would be left there by the resistance movement. He unzipped it and checked the contents: a portable oxyacetylene blowpipe, insulated gloves, a canister of carbon dioxide, a De Lisle carbine, a torch and a length of coiled rope. He handed the torch to Sabrina then slung the rope over one shoulder, the Uzi over the other, and climbed up onto the flat roof. He surveyed the surrounding streets then beckoned to Sabrina who shouldered her Uzi and climbed to the top of the ladder where Tambese was waiting for her. She ignored his outstretched hand and jumped nimbly onto the roof.

‘There’s the skylight,’ she said, pointing to the glass window in the centre of the roof.

Tambese crossed to it and, cupping his hands on either side of his face, peered through the glass.

‘Well?’ Sabrina prompted behind him.

‘Matthew was right: it is some kind of a storeroom. There must be thousands of files down there.’

‘What’s the distance to the floor?’

‘It’s a drop of about thirty feet,’ Tambese replied then removed the rope from his shoulder. ‘This is forty foot. Well, I hope it is.’

‘So do I,’ Sabrina said and indicated the flagpole behind them. ‘We’ll need the extra few feet to tie it to that.’

Tambese unwound the rope and secured one end to the flagpole. He pulled sharply on the rope to test the strength of the pole. It was anchored firmly into the concrete. He looked around slowly. The streets were still deserted. He crouched down beside the skylight again. ‘It shouldn’t take me long to open it.’

Sabrina hooked her fingers under the frame and lifted it up.

‘It was open?’ Tambese said in amazement.

She held up a nail file. ‘The wood’s rotted over the years. It wasn’t very difficult to release the catch.’

Tambese smiled then pulled back the skylight and dropped the rope through the opening. It fell to within a couple of feet of the floor. He held the rope out towards her. She slung her Uzi over her shoulder then abseiled down, landing silently on the floor below. Tambese followed and had almost reached the floor when he noticed that Sabrina was holding out her hand towards him. The gesture wasn’t lost on him. And he knew she was right. She deserved to be treated as an equal, not as a woman in a man’s world. He held up his hand to concede the point. She moved to the door and opened it fractionally. The corridor was deserted. She gave him a thumbs-up then turned back to watch the corridor through the crack in the door.

He pulled Okoye’s map from his pocket and used it to get his bearings. He was surrounded by rows of shelves, all ladened with dusty, dog-eared files. They didn’t interest him. What did were the dozens of drawers that lined the walls. They contained the blueprints of every structure ever built in and around Kondese in the last twenty years. Okoye’s contact had said the blueprints for the city sewers would be stored under section 350-400. Tambese went to the nearest row of drawers to get his bearings and it came as a great relief to discover that each drawer was numbered in multiples of ten, and not in single units as he had feared. He quickly found the section he wanted and pulled open the drawer marked 350.

The blueprints, which were rolled up and secured with elastic bands, lay in neat rows, and each had a white label attached to it, identifying it by number. He cursed under his breath. Without a code, he would have to unroll each one individually. When he took the first one out he noticed a sheet of paper stuck to the bottom of the drawer. He pushed aside the blueprints lying on top and found it contained the index to identify the numbers. He ran his fingers down the list then replaced the blueprint and closed the drawer. It wasn’t in there.