Марк Грини - One Minute Out

To this I only shrug as I turn away. “We’re more like the ‘slightly better than them’ guys.”

I leave the room to the sound of her running on bare feet, deeper into the room and, hopefully, to her clothes and shoes.

Telling this girl I was going to get her home might have been a bit ambitious on my part, since me and my mates are probably outnumbered four or five to one right now, but hopefully it will have the effect of getting her moving.

FORTY-NINE

Roxana Vaduva had run naked into the bathroom, and here she quickly dressed in warm-ups and a pullover that she’d left lying over the edge of the bathtub. When the gunfire began she dove to the floor and covered her head, and then a helicopter chopped the night air right outside the bathroom window. She crawled to the door and locked it, but only seconds later she heard a man’s voice. “Maja! Get out here!”

It was Jaco; he sounded breathless, excited, but not afraid.

She looked at the locked door but didn’t move towards it, hoping he’d go away.

The South African’s voice rang out again, but this time he was right outside the bathroom. “Open it now or I’ll kick the bladdy thing down and wring your neck!”

She unlocked the latch and opened the door.

Jaco reached in and took her by the arm, then yanked her out of the bathroom, out of the bedroom, and into the hall. The two entered the stairwell, and Roxana struggled to keep up with the tall bald-headed man.

The gunfire outside was mixed in with the sound of the helicopter receding.

“Where are we going?” she demanded.

He kept rushing down the stairs, her wrist tight in his hand, and he said, “Not a word out of you or I’ll break your jaw.”

Roxana said nothing else.

Jaco took a radio off his belt as they reached the ground floor and began running through a large entry hall towards the front door of the house. “Lion One is exiting.”

“Roger,” came a reply from one of his men. “The heli flew off to the north, I think he landed. Can’t see him.”

“Good,” Jaco said, “because we’re goin’ south.”

Sean Hall’s voice came over the radio now. “I’ve got the Director in one of the G-Wagens. We’re outta here!”

“Wait!” Jaco demanded, then ran out the back door of the building with the girl in his grasp, a pistol high in front of him.

• • •

Carl banked sharply over the property to the east of the mansion, and Shep hung his upper torso out of the helicopter to line up his optics on a man racing up the drive on a four-wheeler with a rifle on his back. He took the shot, hit the four-wheeler but not the man, then told himself he needed to concentrate his fire on a larger group of hostiles moving in from the east, because there certainly were plenty of targets.

A.J. came over the headset now. “Papa, the two QRF trucks are down. I put rounds through both engines, but the men are out and moving on foot. Twenty of them, easy. I’ve lost them behind a hillock between me and them. You’ll have to try and rake them before they get to the house.”

Shep acknowledged, then spoke to Carl. The two men were sitting just feet apart in the helicopter, but the incredible noise of the machine meant they needed radio headsets to communicate.

“Take us back to the west, low, slow pass.”

Carl said, “I’ll give you low or I’ll give you slow, but you can’t have both. We’ll be a sitting duck.”

“Low and fast, then. I’ve got to thin that herd!”

“Roger that. Hang on for a yank and bank!”

Carl pulled the stick hard and the Eurocopter swung violently to the left.

Shep aimed in on a group of flashes right where A.J. directed him, and he squeezed off a single round, killing a cartel soldier with a shot through the stomach. He shifted fire to the right and sent another round into the foot of a second enemy, taking the man out of the fight.

He poured rounds into the group as they flew fifty feet above the men, the sound of incoming gunfire cracking through the outgoing and the AS350’s engine and rotors.

Shep transmitted as he aimed on another cluster, moving through thick brush off the dirt road. “Harry, be advised. Me and A.J. are giving this QRF a bloody nose, but you’ll still have a dozen or more men at the house in under two mikes. There’s too many of them and—”

Just then accurate automatic weapons fire from the ground pounded the nose of the helo.

“Pulling out!” Carl shouted as glass and metal sprayed around the cockpit. He yanked the stick hard to the right now, sending the Eurocopter into another hard turn. Shep lurched to his right and then slumped back in his seat, his head down.

The Vietnam veteran at the controls nosed his aircraft down to build speed and to flee the gunfire and, as he concentrated on the dark landscape feet under his skids, he called out over the radio. “Papa is hit! Papa is hit.”

Only when he leveled off did he look over to the big man next to him. Shep had taken a rifle round through the throat, and blood spurted out over the controls on his side of the dash. He was ashen and his eyes were closed, his arms at his sides as his lifeblood poured from him.

“Shep! Shep!” Carl tried in vain to get a response from the big man. Rodney and Kareem called over the radio, desperate for an update on their leader, but the pilot ignored them, because now his oil light flashed on his instrument panel.

He had to land, but he also knew he needed to create more distance from the enemy before doing so.

“Report status of Papa,” A.J. demanded now.

“KIA,” Carl replied. And then, “Sorry, boys. And you’ve lost your air cover for now. A.J., I’m putting down about two hundred yards west of you to check this out. You’ve got the fight on the outside now.”

“Roger that,” A.J. replied, before adding, “Harry, Kareem, and Rodney, the fuckers from the bunkhouse are heading your way.”

• • •

Jaco Verdoorn made it to the row of three black Mercedes G-Class SUVs already idling in front of the house. Cage and Hall were in the second vehicle, with three of Hall’s six men in the driver’s seats of the impromptu motorcade, and one more in the front passenger side of each vehicle.

Verdoorn opened the back door next to Cage, who was seated next to Hall. The South African all but threw Maja inside across from them.

“What the hell is she doing here?” Cage screamed. Cage was panicking and, to Verdoorn, Sean didn’t look much cooler. “Let’s move it!”

Verdoorn didn’t respond to his boss. Instead he looked to Hall. “Remember. She’s the key.”

“She’s the what ?” Cage shouted.

Hall nodded to Verdoorn, then turned to his protectee. “Sir, we’ll talk about it on the drive. We have to get out of here before that helo circles back.”

Verdoorn began closing the door, but Cage put his foot out to stop him. “Wait. You aren’t coming?”

Jaco turned around and looked at the house. “Gentry’s here, boss. This is where I belong.”

He shut the door to the G-Wagen and ran back towards the front door of the home.

• • •

I link up with Kareem and Rodney on the second-floor landing in the center of the building. Both men report shooting two guards, meaning we’ve dropped five in total, and together we’ve found six women and girls, all of whom we’ve asked to shelter in place while we clear the area.

The raid has been going on no more than a minute and a half, but I can see that both my teammates are gassed. Rodney puts his hand out on a wall for a breather, and Kareem is wincing with each step.

“You hit?”

“Hit by time, bro. Bad back.”

Christ.

He sees my concern as he begins reloading his rifle. “It’s all about adrenaline now, anyway.” He snaps a fresh mag in and drops the bolt release. “Let’s rock.”