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They listened, watched. Down below at the edge of the tree-line, the mist parted and Vyotsky came into view. He looked left and right but not up, started toward the base of the cliffs. Perhaps he thought they’d skirted the cliffs, and maybe they should have. But at least on the ledge no one was going to surprise them.
Stand still Vyotsky shouted, but Jazz and Zek were already moving to obey the stranger. As they stepped toward the cave, so he came out to meet them. Vyotsky saw him. Because of his cloak, at first the Russian mistook him for one of Shaithis’s lieutenants.
Stand still Vyotsky shouted, but Jazz and Zek were already moving to obey the stranger. As they stepped toward the cave, so he came out to meet them. Vyotsky saw him. Because of his cloak, at first the Russian mistook him for one of Shaithis’s lieutenants.
Zek was dangling now, one elbow hooked over the rim of the ledge, the rest of her kicking and swinging. Only Jazz’s grip on her offered any stability at all.Oh, God
So much Vyotsky saw, but in the next moment. . . the big Russian blinked, used his free hand to rub furiously at his eyes. They’d gone-all three, gone But he hadn’t seen them step back into the cave.
Step over here, said a cool, low voice from the shadows.
Drag yourself up, Jazz groaned through gritted teeth.Try not to put too much leverage on me. Use your elbows. Squirm, for Christ’s sake She did as he said, came slithering up onto the ledge in front of him. He grabbed her belt, hauled her unceremoniously against the face of the cliff.Now go on all fours, he said.Don’t try to stand up or you’ll be over again. If we can just make that chimney . . . Oh, and then what? But he refused to think about that.
Shaithis, too, was on the ledge now; his commands came echoing:Karl, I want them alive. The woman for what she may be able to do for me, the man for what he has already done to me.
Edging along the ledge toward the chimney and the cave behind it, Jazz asked Zek:Why hasn’t Shaithis called up more help?
Alive, Karl, do you hear? Shaithis’s voice warned, that much closer now. Vyotsky’s eyes went wide with fear. He glanced back. Jazz took the opportunity to swing his own weapon in Vyotsky’s direction, squeezed the trigger. To hell with keeping quiet
Jazz half-turned. Vyotsky had appeared round the sharp corner. His cruel lips drew back from his teeth as he lined-up his SMG on the pair he pursued. But from behind him:
Alive, Karl, do you hear? Shaithis’s voice warned, that much closer now. Vyotsky’s eyes went wide with fear. He glanced back. Jazz took the opportunity to swing his own weapon in Vyotsky’s direction, squeezed the trigger. To hell with keeping quiet
So much Vyotsky saw, but in the next moment. . . the big Russian blinked, used his free hand to rub furiously at his eyes. They’d gone-all three, gone But he hadn’t seen them step back into the cave.
Quickly said the newcomer.If you want to live.
Drag yourself up, Jazz groaned through gritted teeth.Try not to put too much leverage on me. Use your elbows. Squirm, for Christ’s sake She did as he said, came slithering up onto the ledge in front of him. He grabbed her belt, hauled her unceremoniously against the face of the cliff.Now go on all fours, he said.Don’t try to stand up or you’ll be over again. If we can just make that chimney . . . Oh, and then what? But he refused to think about that.
Zek clutched at Jazz and they clung together. And-
Probably because he’s sure he doesn’t need it, she groaned. Even as she spoke a knob of rock crumbled underfoot where she stepped, causing her feet to slip. Her legs and lower body shot sideways, out over empty space. Jazz let his weapon swing from its sling, grabbed Zek’s flying hand. He dropped to one knee, raked the cliff with his free hand to find a hold. His fingers contacted, grasped a tough root in the instant before the girl’s weight fell on him.
Drag yourself up, Jazz groaned through gritted teeth.Try not to put too much leverage on me. Use your elbows. Squirm, for Christ’s sake She did as he said, came slithering up onto the ledge in front of him. He grabbed her belt, hauled her unceremoniously against the face of the cliff.Now go on all fours, he said.Don’t try to stand up or you’ll be over again. If we can just make that chimney . . . Oh, and then what? But he refused to think about that.
A figure was there, in the cave under the overhang, tall, slim, cloaked. Male, he wore an impassive golden mask over his face. Starlight gleamed on the gold. Jazz was struck with the thought that he looked like the Phantom of the OperaWho-? he gasped.
Quickly said the newcomer.If you want to live.
They listened, watched. Down below at the edge of the tree-line, the mist parted and Vyotsky came into view. He looked left and right but not up, started toward the base of the cliffs. Perhaps he thought they’d skirted the cliffs, and maybe they should have. But at least on the ledge no one was going to surprise them.
Drag yourself up, Jazz groaned through gritted teeth.Try not to put too much leverage on me. Use your elbows. Squirm, for Christ’s sake She did as he said, came slithering up onto the ledge in front of him. He grabbed her belt, hauled her unceremoniously against the face of the cliff.Now go on all fours, he said.Don’t try to stand up or you’ll be over again. If we can just make that chimney . . . Oh, and then what? But he refused to think about that.
The stranger held out an urgent hand to the pair, held up his cloak almost as if to shield them. He drew them toward him . . .
Again the mists parted and the awesome cloaked figure of Shaithis flowed out of them. He looked neither left nor right but inclined his head back to stare directly at the fugitives. His eyes glowed like small fires under the stars.
The gun chattered, and whining bullets chewed at the cliff like metal wasps, hurling chippings in Vyotsky’s face. Instinctively he fired back, and a lucky round snatched Jazz’s gun from his hands, sent it spinning out over the abyss. As the sling was yanked from his shoulder, only the chimney of rock stopped him from being drawn after it.
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