Daniel Suarez - Kill Decision
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CHAPTER 30
Linda McKinney watched Odin gently playing catch with Huginn and Muninn on the deck of the Tonsberg, near the Sikorsky helicopter. She knew he was saying his good-byes, since it seemed likely they would not return.
He looked over to her, and McKinney came alongside and tossed a pellet of food to Muninn. The raven caught it without difficulty.
“We’ll be back.”
He was stone-faced. “I hope you’re right about this, Professor.”
Foxy was finishing up the twin pheromone canister rig on the nose of the chopper. A wrench clattered to the metal deck and he stood. “Well, this is what we’ve got.”
McKinney and Odin turned to see that the twin metal canisters had been clamped into place with fire extinguisher brackets bolted below the chopper’s nose. The nozzles of both were aimed straight at the fuselage, and a braided copper wire ran through a hole drilled in the windscreen.
Foxy ran his finger along the copper wire. “Pull on this and it directly depresses the nozzle valves.” He gave it the barest tug, and a cloud of pheromone vapor sprayed the chopper, leaving a wet spot two feet in diameter. “Voila. What do you think?”
Odin examined the assembly and tugged forcefully at it, trying to shake the canister loose. He looked up at McKinney.
She nodded. “Simple’s good. How do we detach it for the run to the ship’s bridge?”
Foxy leaned in and threw the clamp lever, popping the canister bracket loose. “That easy. Then we depress the valve by hand.”
“Let me see that…” McKinney extended her hand and took the canister from him. “We need to dose ourselves too-for when we land.” She pressed her finger down on the nozzle and sprayed herself with the odorless, colorless perfluorocarbon. It nonetheless felt moist and cool as she could feel it evaporating slowly. She handed the canister to Odin.
“How long does the coverage last?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know. So watch how they behave toward you. If they start getting aggressive, you need another dose.”
Foxy sprayed himself as well, and then reclamped the canister into place on the nose of the chopper.
Just then they heard the deep growl of a powerful engine, and they turned to see a new silver Bentley sedan drive up a ramp from the lower deck, leap the apex, and screech to a sliding halt in front of them. Steel deck plating crudely welded across all its windows marred the beautiful car, with burn marks at the connection points lending the appearance of smeared mascara. There were small view ports in the steel plates. After a moment the passenger door opened with difficulty, and Evans got out. Beyond him Smokey was behind the wheel.
“What do you think? The Mulsanne armored edition. Some billionaire in Hong Kong will be very disappointed with our mods.”
“Can’t say much for the styling.”
Evans thumbed in the direction of the ramp. “There’s six more wrapped in plastic down there. Buses, tractors, earth movers. And there’s gonna be a BMW shortage in Beijing if this ship goes down.”
Odin placed Huginn and Muninn in the folding cage and handed them to Smokey. “Keep them safe.”
“Will do, chief.”
“Where’s Ripper?”
Smokey gestured down the ramp. “Welding armor plate onto trucks. Figure if we stay mobile, they’ll have a hard time swarming us, and there’s running room on the ramps down there. We might be able to crush them against walls, and whatnot.”
Odin nodded, examining the weapons arrayed across the car’s backseat. “Is that all we’ve got?”
Smokey nodded. “Pistols too. But three. 338 rifles. A couple MP5s, and an HK416. A few hundred rounds and some frag grenades, some thermite.” Smokey leaned forward. “You’re not taking any weapons?”
Odin shook his head. “Where we’re going, if we need to start shooting, we’re dead already. Better that you have them to hold off an attack.”
Smokey handed him an HK tactical pistol. “Take a pistol at least-you might need to shoot off a lock or something.”
“Or something.” Odin grabbed it and slid it into a leg holster.
The sound of a heavy diesel engine roared belowdecks, and in a moment a large front-end loader rolled onto the main deck with Ripper behind the wheel and Mooch sitting in the shovel. There were steel plates welded around the cab on this too. Mooch hopped out as it came to a halt. The engine cut off moments later.
“Should be able to stomp a few of the fuckers with that.”
Foxy shouted, looking at his watch, “Time to kill drones, people!”
The team moved into a circle but did not touch or say good-bye. They simply stood looking from one to another. McKinney was slightly off-balance trying to understand this close-knit team’s unspoken ritual, but they seemed to just be regarding each other. Evans also watched from the car door.
After a few moments Odin broke the silence. “You all know the stakes and what’s expected of us. We will meet on the other side.” With that he snapped a sharp salute, and the others returned it. They nodded to McKinney and immediately resumed their duties.
Foxy started flicking switches in the Sikorsky, and the engines began to whine to life. Odin opened the copilot door. “Time to go!”
Evans shrugged to McKinney and shouted over the noise, “Good luck, Professor.”
She turned and entered the chopper as Evans watched. McKinney barely had her seat belt on by the time the Sikorksy lifted off and edged out over the ocean. She looked down to see the captain standing on the top of the control tower, simply watching them leave.
Odin handed her a set of headphones, and the moment she put them on, she could hear Foxy speaking.
“… fuel to get there. We’re gonna keep this straight and simple.” He pointed. “Look, you can see the Ebba Maersk already.”
McKinney craned her head and could indeed see a smudge on the horizon if she didn’t look directly at it. “Foxy, fly low to the water. That’s what they seem to be doing, and it might help contain pheromone dispersal.”
Foxy nodded and brought them down alarmingly low-within twenty or thirty feet of the water’s surface.
“Jesus! Not that low.”
“I got it, Professor.”
Odin turned back to her. “ETA about ten minutes.” He extended the copper nozzle wire to her. “You’re the best person to control this.”
McKinney nodded and took the line.
Odin then spoke into the radio. “Safari-One-Six actual, crossing Lima Delta, out.”
“TOC copies. Happy hunting.”
He then pointed to a firefighter’s oxygen mask and supply tank sitting on one of the captain seats. “Put it on, and we’ll do an equipment check.”
McKinney started prepping the gear, and the process considerably calmed her nerves. She knew enough about herself that when frightening events were afoot, she preferred to be actively doing something. Listening to Odin’s instructions on the oxygen rig served that purpose. She tried to lock eyes with him, but he was all business-focused on the mission. She decided that came from experience and tried to put everything else out of her mind too.
They were coming up on the huge container ship all too fast for her liking. And soon they could see drones flying about in ones and twos, running forage patterns-with denser clouds closer in.
Odin raised binoculars, then shouted, “Incoming! Professor. Dose us. Oxygen masks on.”
She tugged on the wire to release pheromone, then lowered her oxygen mask and turned on air.
Odin looked side to side as they skimmed over the ocean surface. “We’ve got six… hell, we’ve got several dozen headed this way with a lot more behind that.” He lowered the binoculars. “How are we doing on pheromone?”
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