30 Pieces of Silver (15 page)

Rebecca caught her before she stumbled again. “It doesn’t matter,” she shouted over the commotion. “Just run!”

Because it really didn’t matter. Another lesson hard won. Once the bullets started to fly, the only thing questions did was take breath away from the really important task of running. Who knew that the single most important class out of all her college studies would be PE?

Davidson urged Lochum on. Svengurd pulled to a halt at the entrance to the stairwell.

“
Which way, Sarge?”

“
Up.”

Rebecca had no idea why they were going up, but up she went, dragging a sobbing Bunny behind her. The concrete stairwell echoed with gunfire. The sound of Davidson changing clips barely registered over her ragged breaths.

As they passed the third floor door, Bunny leaned over the railing to look up the stairwell. “Oh, God, it’s another two floors to the roof!”

Before Rebecca could get to her, Brandt grabbed the redhead by the elbow and jerked her back from the railing as a burst of fire came from below, then a responding burst from Svengurd above.

“
That’s called cross fire. Avoid it,” Brandt said as he shoved the redhead forward.

Shaken, Bunny’s legs became like rubber, and the waterworks started again. Rebecca looked ahead. Maybe Davidson could help. He seemed to have a way with her, but the private was struggling to keep Lochum on the move. Svengurd was far above, out of sight.

The bones became burdensome, as she had to practically drag Bunny along. The redhead’s tears took up all her energy. When they finally mounted the fourth-floor landing, Bunny just stopped. No urging could get her to move.

“
Bunny, it’s just one more floor.”

Her blotched cheeks billowed in and out. “I’m not going anywhere until someone explains—”

An explosion sounded. The entire stairwell shook as Bunny’s skinny body was slammed against the ceiling, then fell back to the landing. As Rebecca reeled down the stairs, the shirt full of bones tore open and clattered down the cement stairs as she crawled over to Bunny.

“
Get them!” Lochum suddenly came out of his stupor, scrambling down the stairs. Brandt had to bodily block the older man.

Typical. His lover had fallen in a bloody heap right front of him, yet he didn’t move a muscle until his precious bones were endangered.

Davidson dropped to his knees next to Bunny as Brandt fired over their heads into the blackened fourth-floor hallway.

“
No time!” the sergeant shouted as return fire ricocheted around the enclosed stairwell. “Move her.”

“
There’s no way she can walk or even—”

Brandt didn’t argue with the private, he just grabbed Bunny, throwing the unconscious woman over his shoulder. “Go!”

Davidson tugged Lochum up the stairs. After his outburst had been contained, the professor had gone back into his stupor. Tying the shredded pieces of her shirt together, Rebecca salvaged what bones she could, then grabbed the professor’s other arm. Together, they carried the old man.

Brandt fired behind them the entire time.

Svengurd slowed as he reached the fifth-floor landing. A friendly, green-glowing sign announced in both English and French that it was an exit. A beloved exit. Just five feet and they would be out of this shooting gallery. But after what happened on the fourth floor, those were a treacherous five feet.

“
What do we do?” Davidson asked his sergeant.

When an answer did not immediately come, Rebecca looked at the sergeant. For the first time since she had met him, Brandt didn’t look certain what to do next.

Crap.

They must be totally screwed.

* * *

The broken look on Rebecca’s face didn’t make Brandt’s decision any easier. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what he should do. He just didn’t want to do it. He should have Svengurd keep his weapon, Davidson should carry the redhead, and Monroe should take the professor. But that would slow Rebecca down significantly, and the shit was about to hit the fan.

Brandt already had one injured woman draped over his shoulder, her blood soaking through his shirt. Her cries had died down to tiny whimpers. Each time Bunny moaned, Brandt imagined what if that had been Rebecca.

Damn it, this was exactly why women weren’t allowed in combat. They slowed you down. Not because of any inherent physical weakness, but because of men’s reluctance to place them in harm’s way. The rule was, you never broke routine.
Never
. But here he stood, ticking away precious seconds, worrying about Rebecca’s safety.

Screw it. He had to go with his gut.

“
Everybody down!”

Firing across the landing, he took out the roof door’s lock. Unlatched, the metal door slowly swung open to an empty roof. Lopez was not there yet, but Brandt wasn’t worried. The corporal would make it.

Either that, or they were all dead.

Turning to his men, Brandt could feel the command back in his voice. “Davidson, can your shoulder support Bunny?” Off the private’s curt nod, he handed the injured woman over. “Svengurd, you’ll go first with Lochum.”

There was a brief moment of confusion on his point man’s face, but he took the professor from Monroe regardless.

“
All right, we’re going across in waves. Svengurd and Lochum first. Davidson and Bunny next. Monroe, you will go across with my cover, then Davidson will provide suppression fire while I cross.”

Shots came from below. He returned the courtesy.

“
Let’s move.”

Svengurd wrapped one arm around the professor’s waist, then draped Lochum’s arm around his own shoulder. “Ready.”

At as fast a sprint as possible with a nearly comatose man at your side, Svengurd made it across the landing and burst onto the roof. Brandt fired down the stairwell as Davidson made the same trek with Bunny slung over his good shoulder. The hallway door stayed dark and quiet. No explosions. No surprises. Maybe they would make it out of this after all.

He grabbed the doctor’s arm, making sure she took in each and every one of his words. “Don’t stop. Don’t look back. No matter what happens, I want you at a full run out of here. Understood?”

She gulped, then nodded. “See you on the flip side?”

A grin flickered on his lips. She referenced an old surfer term used before riding a really big wave. “Hang ten.”

Rebecca grinned back, then worry covered her face.

He squeezed her arm. “Full run.”

To her credit, the doctor didn’t hesitate. With the small sack over her back and low to the ground, Monroe sprinted across the landing. Just as she crossed the threshold, the hallway door exploded, throwing her clear. Brandt however was slammed against the railing, but that was okay. He was prepared. He had positioned himself against the metal railing so it could brace him during his recovery. Firing into the smoke-filled doorway, he checked on Rebecca, but she hesitated, looking back.

“
Go!”

Then the one thing he couldn’t have planned for happened. His body arched in pain as the railing became electrified. He shot into the ceiling as his fingers jerked against the trigger. Pain narrowed his vision. Brandt couldn’t stop as he flopped onto the landing. Even though the voltage was cut off, he could still feel his heart racing way too fast. It took conscious effort to keep his diaphragm breathing in and out. His muscles bunched upon themselves.

And worse, Rebecca hadn’t moved. He tried to yell, but his throat locked up as two men stepped through the smoky doorway, one short, the other tall. The point man just stared over at Monroe as the taller man held a gun upon the sergeant. The armed man spoke, but Brandt’s teeth chattered too violently to hear clearly.

Why wasn’t the man shooting him?

The pain was a bitch-and-a-half, and if he was going to die, Brandt would rather it be sooner than later.

* * *

Rebecca was frozen in place. The two men who had emerged from the building were like parts to a whole. Despite being unarmed, the shorter man, Tok, was clearly in charge. His bone structure spoke of Middle Eastern descent, but his eyes were more Asiatic. But there was something odder than his mixed heritage. The man’s lips didn’t move, yet the man who identified himself as Petir clearly spoke his employer’s words. It would have been an intriguing interdependency study if they weren’t threatening Brandt’s life.

She couldn’t look at the sergeant. Whatever pain a bullet might cause didn’t compare to your body betraying you, jerking beyond your control.

“
The bones for his life,” Petir reiterated. Unlike his boss, there was nothing at all contradictory in his stature. This older man descended from the Nile region. His nose alone told the story of his ancestry. More than that, his face was wizened. Rebecca did not think she had ever used that term before, but just a few feet away was the dictionary example of the word. But in what language did wizened translate into cruel?

Cocking the gun, Petir spoke more forcefully. “Tok will not offer again.”

“
Don’t…” Brandt’s voice brimmed with pain. “They’ll just—”

“
Kill me, then you anyway,” Rebecca finished for him. “Yeah, I’d kind of figured that out already.”

Behind her she could hear the beat of rotors. How Lopez had not only found but stolen a helicopter at nine o’clock at night in downtown Paris, Rebecca didn’t know, but escape became reality, not just some theoretical hope. The sergeant’s master plan had been set in motion, but it fell to her to find some way to execute it.

“
His blood is on your hands, then,” Petir aimed at Brandt.

“
No! Wait!” She screamed and took a step forward.

The older man’s eyes flickered to Tok, then back to her. “The bones.”

She remembered Brandt’s last orders to his men. Rebecca could only hope they followed them. Taking a slight step to the left, she unblocked the doorway. The private better be as good as she thought he was.

Rebecca’s eyes met the sergeant’s gaze. “Be ready.”

Petir’s eyes squinted. “For what?”

To see Davidson in action
, Rebecca thought as she tossed the bag toward Tok, then ducked. A bullet flew past her ear and hit the bastard square in the chest as he bent over to pick up the bones. Tok stumbled back, clearly wearing a bulletproof vest or he would have been dead. Another shot rang out, this time clipping Tok in the shoulder.

Just as Rebecca had hoped, Petir turned his attention to his fallen employer, leaving her a window. Scrambling over, Rebecca grabbed Brandt by the collar and dragged him out. Crouching as bullets flew over her head, forcing the two men back into the hallway, her feet churned backward, getting as much distance as possible between them and the stairwell.

The helicopter hovered a few feet above the roof as Svengurd helped her load Brandt. Once he was aboard, the corporal pulled her aboard as the helicopter veered left to avoid their assailants’ fire. Bullets peppered the helicopter’s side. Rebecca tumbled onto the deck as Davidson took down another two gunmen, but they were still outnumbered. Finally, Lopez careened the chopper over the side of the building, taking them out of range.

When they actually reached safety, Rebecca let out a choking sob. Bunny lay bleeding to death. Lochum just sat there, clutching the femur to his chest like a child might their favorite doll. And Brandt. His lips were blue-tinged as his breath came in ragged gasps.

Anger rose. How could this have happened?

Out the helicopter’s door, the Eiffel Tower glistened in the clear night. Despite the bombing and all the blood, it twinkled like nothing ugly had happened. Like her world hadn’t been shattered.

Fuck gay Paree.

CHAPTER 9

Skies above Paris

Brandt could hear the angry words, but couldn’t comprehend the argument taking place between his men. It took nearly all his focus to keep his chest moving up and down, but he somehow lifted his head.

“
What’re you—?” A harsh cough prevented him from finishing the question. He had seen men electrocuted. Their lungs were like meat jelly. They drowned in their own secretions. Brandt was not one of them, though. He couldn’t be.

Davidson looked up from Bunny’s bloody wounds. “We’re trying to decide which hospital to take her to.”

“
Near airport,” Brandt croaked out.

Svengurd snorted. “That’s what I said. We’ve gotta evac.”

“
She’s not going to make it,” Monroe stated.

The sergeant’s eyes flickered to Davidson, who confirmed the doctor’s assessment. All their lives versus the redhead’s. No wonder they were arguing.

Brandt forced himself up onto one elbow. “How far?”

Lopez had to yell over the rotor wash. “They’re on opposite sides of the city. It’ll only take a few minutes to get to the closest hospital, but it’ll delay us getting back to the airport at least fifteen minutes, if not more.”

“
But that’s the first place they’re going to look,” Svengurd added.