Quest (Dane Maddock Adventures)

by David Wood

  His eyes went wide at the feel of the cold metal against his throat.

  “Do you speak English?” Kennedy whispered.

  “A little.” The accent was weird, but the words were easy to understand.

  “What is the secret of this place? What’s your special power?”

  “Do not know.” The man gasped as Kennedy pressed down, cutting into his flesh. “The tree, I think. The tree!”

  “What tree? What’s so special about it?” Was the fellow trying to toy with him?

  “Priests guard it. Is good tree.” His words were faint, punctuated by soft gasps. Kennedy hadn’t cut his windpipe, so the breathlessness came from fright. Good.

  “What makes it good? Come on!”

  “Don’t know words. Is good tree!” There was a pleading tone to the man’s voice, as if he were begging Kennedy to believe him. He was telling the truth, or at least what he believed to be the truth.

  “How many of you are there? How many fighting men?” He needed to make this quick, before someone heard him and he lost his advantage.

  “Don’t know.” Tears flowed freely down the man’s face. “Nine! Nine!”

  “You’ve got a hell of a lot more men here than that,” Kennedy growled. Nine was probably the largest number for which he knew the English word.

  “Nine!” The man screamed.

  Kennedy cut off his words with a slash of his knife. He hoped he’d silenced the man before his cries alerted the other defenders. His information hadn’t been that helpful, but Kennedy would check out this tree, whatever it was.

  The men no longer approached. After Wesley had picked off the first few who came his way, no more had charged in. He had seen movement in the alien green landscape painted by the night vision goggles, and taken a few shots, but he didn’t know if he had hit anything. He figured they must be waiting out there, hiding and watching for him to make a move.

  But what if he was wrong?

  What if they had figured out the ruse and backtracked toward the pyramid. It was Wesley’s job to keep them off Kennedy’s and Smithson’s backs. He picked out a spot where he’d seen movement earlier and fired off a grenade, turning his head away from the blinding flash of the explosion.

  The sound was awesome. Better than the roar of the crowd at a metal concert. He heard a cry of pain, and knew he’d at least wounded one man. They had to realize he could keep on like this if they didn’t flush him out.

  “Come out and play,” he whispered. Sure enough, something moved, coming his way. “Time for some target practice.”

  The door to the room in which Bones and Willis were being held was unguarded. Some of the guards had run into the jungle to meet the threat, while others ran about in confusion. Someone was hammering on the inside of the door, voices calling for someone to let them out.

  “It’s us!” Dane shouted.

  “About freakin’ time!” Bones yelled back. “What’s going on out there?”

  Dane unbarred the door, but didn’t have the key for the ancient iron lock. “Stand back!” he ordered. He blasted the lock with his M-16 and kicked the door open. “ScanoGen is here,” he said as the others hurried out. “Let’s get going.”

  Bones and Willis, who was limping badly, reclaimed their weapons and each donned a backpack.

  “Are we buggin’ out, or do we fight?” Even injured, Willis sounded ready for either option.

  “We can’t leave these people unprotected,” Dane said. “All they have are bows and arrows.”

  “Works for me.” Willis chambered a round in his Mossberg and grinned. “Who do I shoot first?”

  “Maddock!” Kaylin’s voice rang out. He turned and spotted her and Thomas leading a group of women and children toward them. “We’re taking the children to the pyramid. They tell me there’s a safe room there.” She inclined her head toward two of the women, who nodded in agreement.

  “That’s good. Willis, you go with them. Don’t argue!” Willis was about to protest, but Dane’s words stopped him short. “That leg is slowing you down. Besides, if ScanoGen breaks through, all they have to protect them is Kaylin and her .380.”

  “Oh, yeah!” Matt pulled Kaylin’s pistol out of his pocket and handed it to her. “Reloads are in here,” he said, handing her a backpack.

  “All right.” Willis scowled, clearly unhappy with his assignment, but he wasn’t one to let ego get in the way of doing the right thing. He knew he wasn’t anywhere near one hundred percent. “Let’s get going.”

  “What do you want me to do?” Thomas’s face was white as a sheet.

  “Help Willis,” Dane said. “Kaylin likes to take risks. Don’t let her do anything stupid.”

  “Right, because she always listens to advice.” Thomas managed a faint smile, clearly relieved that he hadn’t been asked to take part in the fighting. “Good luck.” He offered his hand, and Dane shook it. “And thank you.” With that, he was off.

  Dane found it odd that, in the midst of an attack, he was contemplating how he felt about shaking hands with Kaylin’s boyfriend. Shrugging off the distracting thought, he turned back to the others.

  “I think these explosions are a diversion. They’ve been far away, and always in the same place. Whoever is firing grenades, or whatever they are, isn’t coming any closer. I believe they’re trying to draw the defenders down the path, and maneuver around them.” He turned to Tam. “I killed one of their men during the fighting down in the canyon. How many do you think they have left?”

  “Five at the very most, and that’s if that idiot Cy is still alive. Last I saw of him, though, he was running like a debutante toward a surgeon’s convention.” She saw Dane’s confused look. “You know, husbands on the half-shell.”

  Bones chuckled. “I like you.”

  “Everybody likes me.” Tam gave a coquettish smile. “What’s the plan?”

  “They’re going to have to come out of the jungle sometime. The four of us should spread out and take up defensive positions where we can get a good line of sight and maybe pick them off.”

  “They have night vision goggles,” Tam said. “So stay out of sight. They’ll see you before you see them.”

  “All right,” Dane said. “We’ll rendezvous at the pyramid if they get behind us.”

  Tam looked at Bones. “Want to be killin’ buddies?”

  “Don’t mind if I do. We’ll take the left flank.” The two of them disappeared into the darkness.

  After a quick look around, Dane positioned Matt on top of one of the nearby stone buildings, and then headed off to guard the edge of the settlement opposite where Bones and Tam had set up.

  A group of defenders, led by Hamilcar, rounded a building and froze when they caught sight of Dane. Hamilcar pointed at him and shouted something in his native tongue. His men looked at him in confusion.

  “There’s no time to argue!” Dane shouted. “The men out there can see in the dark. They have special glasses.” With one finger, he drew circles around his eyes, wondering if he was making any sense at all. “If you run into the jungle, they’ll just shoot you.”

  Hamilcar, to his credit, didn’t waste time on indecision. “What should my men do?”

  “Bows and arrows are your best bet. We have to assume they are coming after the sacred tree. Hide your men all along the way, and shoot them if they come near. You have to stay hidden, though, because their rifles can shoot a lot farther than your bows.”

  As if the emphasize the point, one of the Carthaginian men crumpled to the ground, his head ruined, just as the report of a rifle reached them. Dane hit the ground and rolled behind the relative safety of the closest hut. Another man fell and his companions scattered. Another report came from behind them as Matt returned fire.

  “Get back to the tree!” Dane shouted, peering around the edge of the hut for a muzzle flash that would give away the attacker’s position.

  Hamilcar barked an order and the men followed him back through the dwellings, toward the pyramid and the
ir sacred tree.

  The next shot buzzed high overhead, obviously aimed at Matt, and Dane saw only the faintest flash of muzzle fire. They must be using flash suppressors. He didn’t waste time, but immediately aimed a shot at the place where he’d seen the shot. Matt’s answering shot came a split-second later, and from a different spot on the roof. Dane rolled to his right before their attacker could return fire. No shot came, though. Obviously, the man was on the move. He would be a tough nut to crack.

  “Next shot, you fire left, I’ll fire right!” Dane called out, hoping Matt was close enough to hear him.

  “Gotcha!”

  The night grew eerily silent as they waited for their unseen attacker to make his next move.

  Smithson was running out of forest cover, and he had two shooters to dislodge. Maddock and his crew must have beaten them to Kephises. “Locals are retreating to the pyramid,” he whispered into his throat mic. “I’ve got two shooters in the village.”

  “Can you slip around them?” Kennedy sounded unperturbed, as always.

  “I’m going to try.”

  “I want you to stay put for a minute,” Kennedy ordered. “Brown, do you copy?”

  “Roger that.” Brown sounded equally calm.

  “Change of plans,” Kennedy instructed. “I want you to swing around the right and come in hard. Blow the bastards to hell if you have to.”

  “Roger that. Over.”

  “Smithson,” Kennedy continued, “you wait for Brown’s attack, and then make your move.”

  “Roger.” Smithson hoped Brown would be quick about it.

  “What about me?” Wesley sounded like an eager kid on Christmas morning who was afraid he hadn’t gotten any presents.

  “Keep doing what you’re doing.”

  Wesley didn’t acknowledge. It was a good thing Kennedy didn’t insist on strict military decorum, or he’d have the man’s ass. Kennedy wasn’t one you messed around with. Smithson grinned. Maddock and his crew didn’t know what they were in for.

  Chapter 30

  Bones heard the shots exchanged, but stayed put, despite his inclination to help out. Maddock wouldn’t want him to abandon his post. Besides, it had been a while since he’d heard the last shot. He wondered what was going on. Perhaps this meant the battle would soon be shifting in his direction.

  No sooner had the thought passed through his mind than he heard the sounds of lots of feet running through the jungle. He raised his M-16 and waited.

  A group of men broke through into the clearing, all of them natives of Kephises. From within the depths of the jungle, someone fired off three shots in rapid succession, and two men went down. This was it! His eyes probed the darkness, seeking out a target.

  He saw a burst of muzzle flash, and the ground erupted beneath the running men. Bones squeezed off two quick shots and hit the dirt, rolling behind a giant fern. Bullets sizzled through the spot he’d just occupied. Nearby, men cried out in pain. A few struggled to regain their feet, but others did not move at all. Bones had seen too many of those glassy eyed stares in his lifetime.

  He wondered if the attacker could see him hunkered down here. The fern wouldn’t offer much protection, but it would hopefully hide him from the night vision-enhanced eyes of the ScanoGen men. Another muzzle flash and, before he could return fire, another explosion, this one too close. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head as rocks and debris scoured him. Over the ringing in his ears, he heard an explosion from somewhere in Maddock’s direction, and then footsteps pounded close by—the guy was coming right at him. In fact, he was almost on top of him!

  “Hey!” Tam shouted. Bones looked up to see the man turn his head in her direction just as she pulled the trigger of her dazzle gun.

  The man’s scream was one of sheer agony. Reeling, he dropped his rifle and ripped off his goggles. A dazzle gun temporarily blinded a man, but what would it do to someone wearing night vision goggles? Bones had no sympathy for this scumbag who had so callously cut down the men of Kephises, who were only defending their homes and families. As the man turned, Bones drew his Glock, took careful aim, and shot him in the groin.

  If the man’s screams had seemed agonized before, he now reached a whole new level. He collapsed, one hand pressed to his eyes, the other clutching his ruined groin. Blood seeped between his fingers. His screams quickly gave way to pitiful wails, echoing those of the hurt and dying Kephises men. Bones stood and approached him slowly, ready to finish him off, but Tam beat him to it.

  She drew a knife and pressed the tip to the man’s heart. “All right Brown, who else is with you?”

  “Broderick, you traitor!” The man spat. “I’m not telling you anything.”

  “I’m not a traitor. I’m a Fed. Now tell me, and I’ll make the pain go away. Don’t tell me, and I’ll leave you here to die. I’ll even stab you in the gut to make sure you don’t make it. Of course, you might enjoy being a blind man. Then again, you’re not really a man any more, are you?”

  “The hell with you!”

  “Last chance.” She moved her knife to his abdomen and pressed down. “Who is here?”

  “Kennedy, Wesley, and Smithson. Everybody else is dead.” He groaned again and shuddered as a spasm of pain racked his body.

  “What’s your plan?”

  “They’re going for the tree behind the pyramid. Smithson’s swinging around the left, Kennedy’s going to sneak through wherever he can, and Wesley’s holding back until he’s called.” He convulsed. “That’s all I’ve got. Now finish it like you promised.”

  Tam nodded and rose to her feet. She drew her Makarov, took aim, and fired a single shot to Brown’s head.

  “It sounds like Maddock has engaged with Smithson,” Bones said. “If this guy, Wesley, is hanging back, that just leaves this Kennedy guy trying to get to the tree. I say we fall back there and wait for him.”

  “I agree.” Slinging her dazzle gun over her shoulder, Tam took up the fallen man’s rifle, checked to see if it was loaded, then took off toward the pyramid.

  The defenders who had not been killed or seriously injured were dragging the wounded men to safety. “They’re going after the tree!” Bones called to one of them. The man nodded, and then barked orders to his men. Two of them put down the injured men they were carrying, picked up their bows and arrows, and followed Bones.

  Great! My army is me, a crazy chick, and some dudes with bows and arrows. Bones grinned in spite of himself. I kind of like my chances.

  As soon as Smithson heard the explosion, he fired off a grenade of his own and took off running. A sharp, stinging pain sliced across his shoulder as bullets buzzed through the air like angry hornets. Whoever was shooting at him hadn’t aimed for his muzzle flash, but to the side. A lucky shot, but he’d had worse. It would take more than that to stop him.

  Forty yards and he was out from behind cover. Another bullet clipped the ground at his heel, and then he was behind the cover of an old stone building.

  He paused and leaned against the wall, catching his breath, when a hissing sound filled his ears and something cracked against the wall just above his head. He ducked down just as another projectile whizzed past. Arrows! He fired off two shots in the direction from which he thought the arrows had come, and kept moving. This was, without a doubt, the craziest operation he’d ever taken part in.

  At the first glimpse of muzzle flash, Dane pulled the trigger on his M-16, aiming to the right, just as he and Matt had planned. He assumed Matt fired to the left, but the world was suddenly engulfed in flame as an explosion rocked the hut behind which he was hiding. Burning debris showered him, and he rolled away as quickly as he could. Up above, he heard Matt fire off a single shot.

  “Missed him!” Matt called down. “Are you all right?”

  “Yeah.” Dane climbed to his feet. “I’m going after him.”

  Kennedy could not believe his eyes. Brown’s limp body lay splayed on the ground, blood pooling around his head and between his legs. Rage boiled u
p inside of him.

  “Wesley, do you copy?” He didn’t bother to keep his voice down. Nearby, one of the local men who knelt tending one of the wounded cocked his head, as if he’d heard something strange.

  “I’m here,” came the eager reply.

  “Your objective is the tree behind the pyramid. Come at them will everything you’ve got. I want to kill every last one of them.”

  “Roger! Over.”

  Kennedy didn’t bother to hide; he didn’t bother to creep. He strode forward, cutting down the men one at a time. One actually charged toward him, brandishing a spear. Kennedy’s shot took him in the throat. Another managed to fire off a single arrow, which went wide, before Kennedy shot him down, too.

  He strode through the village, putting a bullet in every man who didn’t look dead. He killed everyone he saw: those who fought, those who ran, those who dropped their weapons and tried to surrender. The pyramid rose up in front of him, and he smiled. His objective lay just on the other side, and anyone who tried to stand in his way would regret it.

  Wesley barreled down the winding path, his rifle at the ready, but no one rose up to challenge him. Not a single arrow flew. He didn’t even see anyone running away from him. Damn! Kennedy had held him back so long that all the defenders had retreated, probably to the pyramid. It wasn’t fair. He had made the same trek everyone else had, and survived the zombie Indians down in the canyon. He deserved his chance to see this operation to the end. He quickened his pace, determined not to miss any more of the fighting.

  He burst forth into a residential area. Dirt paths worn smooth over the ages ran between stone houses and wood and thatch huts. He saw the glow of fire to the left and to the right. Some of the huts must be burning. He kept an eye out for anyone who might take a shot at him, but still saw nothing. The sound of gunfire told him that fighting was going on up ahead where the pyramid lay.