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Polar Quest. Tom Grace
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isbn 9780007420216
Автор произведения Tom Grace
Жанр Триллеры
Издательство HarperCollins
‘Que?’ the other sentry blurted out, his attention drawn by the sudden movements to his left.
As he drove his knife into the back of the one sentry, Kilkenny shifted his weight onto his left foot and snapped a side kick with his right into the throat of the other. The heel of Kilkenny’s boot flattened the man’s windpipe. He staggered back, his eyes bulging behind yellow-lens goggles as he vainly gasped for air. Acting more on reflex than thought, he squeezed the trigger of his Heckler-Koch MP-5. Kilkenny held the dying sentry up as a shield and several rounds struck the man’s body. One grazed across Kilkenny’s upper arm and steam slowly rose from the wound as the groove filled with warm blood.
Rushing forward, Kilkenny rammed the choking sentry with his bullet-riddled partner. The man fell onto his back and Kilkenny landed on top of him. He thrust his knife into the side of the sentry’s neck, the blade disappearing up to the hilt. The man looked up only to see his own horrified expression reflected in Kilkenny’s face shield. As Kilkenny withdrew his knife, a great rush of blood followed it out, staining the white hood of the man’s parka and the ice beneath him.
The men loading cargo and servicing the planes dove for cover when they heard the short burst of submachine gunfire. Those armed readied their weapons, scanned the area for threats, and awaited orders. Duroc crouched beside one of the planes with his pistol drawn, searching vainly for some sign of trouble.
‘Albret,’ Duroc barked out to his executive officer. ‘What the hell is going on?’
‘All units report!’ Albret shouted angrily into his lip mike.
One after another, Duroc’s soldiers responded with their status.
‘Sir, only the perimeter team has failed to report in,’ Albret said. ‘The rest of the men are in position and weapons are secure.’
‘Idiots! They probably slipped on the ice. Finish loading the plane while I see what the problem is.’ Duroc motioned to a pair of soldiers. ‘You two, come with me.’
Kilkenny rolled the one sentry off the other, grabbed an MP-5, then searched the bodies for additional ammunition. His arm stung, the blood congealing into an icy scab. For the first time he felt the bone-chilling cold of Antarctica.
After finding two more clips for the MP-5, he stuffed the two bodies, one atop the other, beneath the curved aluminum belly of the elevated module. He then dropped onto his stomach, using the bodies as protective cover. Between the station and the planes, Kilkenny saw men racing about in response to hastily issued orders.
French, Kilkenny thought, or maybe Spanish. Impossible to tell with those engines running.
The commander stepped away from one of the planes, yelled something at two soldiers, then all three began moving toward his position. With no clear shot at the commander, Kilkenny tracked the closest of the three with the barrel of his MP-5. At twenty feet, Kilkenny fired a three-round burst that pulverized the man’s face.
Duroc saw the muzzle flash in the dark space beneath the station module. The soldier to his left suddenly jerked around, his head thrown back, his face exploding. Blood and torn bits of flesh and bone splattered against Duroc’s face, covering his goggles and balaclava. The remaining soldier opened fire on Kilkenny’s position.
Duroc could feel blood seeping through the fabric that covered his face, and his goggles were smeared with the rapidly freezing fluid. He flipped back his hood and stripped everything off his head. The frigid air stung his exposed skin.
A fusillade of bullets bore down on Kilkenny’s position as the second soldier fired his weapon on full automatic. The two bodies stacked in front of him absorbed several rounds; the rest either punched holes in the module’s aluminum skin or chiseled into the ice.
From beneath the module, Kilkenny had a protected field of fire to the front and side, but was vulnerable to a wide sweep around the rear. The instant the soldier emptied his weapon, Kilkenny popped up, found his target, and fired. The man spun and dropped to the ice.
‘Merde!’ Albret cursed. ‘You two, cover the commander. The rest of you, get this plane closed up and ready to leave.’
Search, aquire, fire. The words played in Kilkenny’s mind like a mantra. Once he was sure the second soldier wasn’t going to get back up, he sought out another target. The commander was lying on his stomach, facing Kilkenny with a pistol. The man had stripped off all the protective gear from his head, and Kilkenny got a clear look at his face. As he lined up the MP-5′s site, the commander fired. Kilkenny saw the muzzle flash at the same instant as the bullet struck his helmet an inch above his left eye.
The impact snapped Kilkenny’s head back so fast his neck hurt. He dropped behind his barricade, gripping the MP-5 tightly, waiting for his vision to clear.
The two soldiers sent by Albret were more selective with their fire, squeezing off rounds individually to keep Kilkenny pinned down. Duroc and one of the soldiers grabbed hold of the two bodies and dragged them back toward the aircraft while the other man covered their withdrawal.
‘Albret, I hit him,’ Duroc said. ‘Head shot, but he’s wearing a helmet. I don’t know if it got through.’
Three shots flew out from beneath the module and struck the fuselage of the plane nearby.
‘There’s your answer,’ Albret said.
‘Where did this sniper come from?’ Duroc demanded.
‘Unknown. Except for the transport, the radar has been clear since we arrived. The rest of the perimeter is secure, no sign of any additional threats.’
‘He’s not one of our men. How did he get here? How did he know?’
‘We won’t learn that unless we capture him, sir, but we have a more important problem – the aircraft. They are in the open and, as you can see, very difficult to protect from weapons fire. Both are ready to go, and I think we should get them airborne before either is damaged too greatly.’
Duroc considered his executive officer’s suggestion. ‘See to it. Position the men to protect the first plane. We will depart on the second.’
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