Reaching up, Yue slammed the flat of her hand against the center of Zhang’s back, preventing him from falling backward. An instant later Bourne grabbed Zhang, righted him fully, and pulled him inch by inch back to his perch on the ladder.
“Everything’s fine, Sam,” Yue said soothingly. “We’re away from the guns. You’re safe now.”
Zhang, whose breathing had mirrored his too-rapid heartbeat, swallowed hard and, resting his forehead against the cool iron of a rung, closed his eyes, regulating his breathing to a more normal rhythm.
“Gods,” he breathed, “if I survive this I’m going to change my ways.”
“We’re witnesses,” Bourne said, looking past him to where Yue stared up at him.
Yue gave him a brief nod, which, Bourne suspected, was as close as she would come to an apology. He returned her nod, and the exchange became that of two soldiers on opposite sides, each one acknowledging the accomplishments of the other. A grudging truce had been called, though whether it was permanent or temporary was still to be determined.
They continued down, past the hanging car, and now the open shaft yawned below them. Then Bourne held up his hand and, as one, they all paused.
“Do you have any idea how to get out of here?” Yue asked. “Sun has undoubtedly got the hotel surrounded.”
“First stop, the kitchens,” Bourne said.
Zhang groaned.
“I have to agree,” Yue said. “That’s a long way down.”
“That depends on how we get there.” He pointed. “Climb.”
“What?” Zhang said. “Up?”
“That’s right. Yue, let’s go. We have no time to lose.”
They went up now, faster than they had descended. When Bourne came level with the car’s roof, he climbed onto it. Crouching down, he held out his hands while Yue held the fat man’s hips in place. Bourne lugged him onto the roof, settling him onto his haunches. Shortly thereafter, Yue joined them.
“These new elevators are controlled electronically through a wireless network.” Bourne opened a small panel in the rooftop. Inside was a miniature computer keyboard. He took out his mobile phone, accessed the proper screen. “The phone has already ID’d the network. The next step is to hack into it so we can use the maintenance controls.”
Yue held out her hand. “Let me take a stab at it,” she said.
Bourne handed over his mobile, watched her fingers flying over the virtual keys. Her expression darkened in concentration, and the tiny tip of her tongue appeared between her lips.
“There,” she said, offering him the phone. “We’re in.”
Bourne took it, marveling at her handiwork. He input the hacked passcode into the panel’s keyboard.
“Hold on.” He punched a key, and, with a small shudder, the elevator began its smooth descent of the shaft.
They were all headed back to the villa when the sound of helos could be heard chopping up the early-morning calm. Then four silhouettes began to darken the sky, and all of them began to run.
Matamoros took hold of Maricruz’s elbow, directing her to the armored vehicle in which she had arrived from the airstrip. “There’s a forest a quarter mile to the northwest,” he said as he settled in beside her. “Once we’re hidden by the trees, we’ll be safe.” His mouth gave a twitch. “If the helos even make it that far.”
Maricruz had no idea what he was talking about, but as the armored vehicle coughed into life, moving out of the compound at a pace that astonished her, she saw through the thick bulletproof window on her side that Matamoros’s compadres were not following them. Instead two of them brought out ground-to-air missile launchers while the others loaded them.
As the armored vehicle left the area behind, she was afforded a glimpse of a pair of percussions as two white streaks took to the air. Explosions shook the vehicle, but the driver kept to his course. Two helos down, Maricruz thought.
She had no view forward, so she could not know what was ahead of them. But just after a third explosion shattered the atmosphere, the vehicle began to bump along, continually jarring her, which meant they had exchanged the paved road for a dirt track. Moments later her window was filled with thick greenery, and she sighed in relief. They had reached the forest; they were safe.
At that moment, there came a great whooshing sound and the green outside her window turned red. One of the helos had gotten past the missiles. Swooping low over the forest, its soldiers were using flamethrowers to set the trees alight. All around them came cracking and great thudding as huge trees came falling down. The flames licked higher.
The armored vehicle was trapped in what once had been a safe haven, but was now a massive conflagration.
They rode the elevator all the way down to the spa level. On the way, Yue described the hotel’s layout. When the car settled, Bourne reached out for the ladder, clambered off the elevator, and climbed up a short way to the narrow door that led out onto the restaurants-and-kitchens level.
Now that he was near the ground, Zhang’s bravado returned, and he was able to transfer himself onto the ladder and follow Bourne up. Yue took up the rear. Within moments the three of them were back inside the hotel proper.
“I still don’t see how we’re going to get out of here without Sun’s soldiers shooting us dead,” Yue said.
Bourne ignored her, headed down a utility corridor that separated the hotel’s several restaurants from the kitchens that served them, and entered an employees’ washroom, where all of them cleaned themselves up as best they could.
Then they exited, went through the kitchens, bustling, steam-laden, into a second corridor at the end of which was a double door that seemed to lead out to the street. A uniformed hotel guard stood to one side, looking vacant as he picked his teeth.
Around the corner from him were a number of large rolling carts, two of which were piled high with soiled linens from the meal services. Quickly Bourne mashed Zhang into one of them, rearranging the linens over him while the fat man crouched down as best he could. Yue was climbing into the next one when they heard footsteps approaching.
A harsh male voice said, “If this wasn’t the last pickup—”
“You’d what? Quit?” A second voice laughed. “Big talk.”
Bourne leapt into the cart with Yue, burrowing them both down, drawing the linens over the tops of their heads. Not a moment later they heard the wheels of the cart holding Zhang squealing away from them, then their own cart was moving along the corridor, around the corner. A bump and then, even through the mountain of soiled linen, Bourne could feel the humidity and temperature rise as if they were on a griddle.
They heard more voices as they were being wheeled across what must have been a loading dock. Then another bump as the carts were loaded into a large truck. Doors were slammed shut, and whatever vague light that had come to them was abruptly cut off.
Darkness. Then the grinding of gears as the truck started up. The cart started to rock back and forth as they left the hotel behind.
Out!” Matamoros shouted. “Out, out, out!”
The interior of the armored vehicle was almost as hot as an oven. One of his men broke open the door and they slipped out. The forest was an inferno, but his men led them along a corridor between trees that had not yet been consumed by flames.
Above them, over the roar of the conflagration, they could hear the rhythmic thwop-thwop-thwop of the helo’s rotors. The aircraft seemed like it was just above them. The severe downdraft fanned the flames, spreading the fire into the corridor down which they raced. Flames licked the trees right behind them; they could feel the heat rising greedily at their backs, seemingly determined to sear the clothes off their backs.
Maricruz and Matamoros followed the soldiers as they veered to the right, trying to reach the periphery of the fire, trying to outrun the flames the personnel aboard the Federales’ helo were doing their best to spread.
“Our nemesis has wasted no time closing for the kill,” Maricruz said over the intense racket as they crashed through the dry underbrush.
“He won’t stop, either.” Matamoros had a Heckler & Koch MP5 assault rifle, handed him by one of his men. He was now looking up as they ran, trying to find a gap in the treetops through which he could fire at the low-hovering helo.
“It’s as I said,” Maricruz said. “We have to find a way to kill him before he kills us.”
Up ahead, a gap in the trees let in a beam of light that seemed harshly blue compared with the fire-red of their immediate world. Looking up, Maricruz could see the glint of metal, then the body of the helo came into view, glinting blue-green like the body of a gigantic insect.
Matamoros lifted the assault rifle and was taking aim when the blue of a missile caught the tail of the helo, blasting it into smithereens. The helo bucked with the impact, then spun around madly and plummeted straight down toward the small glade in which Maricruz and Matamoros now stood.