Seal Team Seven 7 - Deathrace

by Keith Douglass

  Kat laughed. "Yeah, you say." She watched him in the full daylight now that filtered into the shaded areas under the thin canopy. "What are you going to do when you grow up?" she asked.

  "I don't know, Kat. I might learn how to tear apart weapons of mass destruction just for the thrill of it. Why do you risk life and limb just to rip apart nukes?"

  "I get this amazing high, like a thousand sexual climaxes all at once. I'm a thrill junkie." They both chuckled. "A thousand climaxes?" Murdock said.

  "It was a figure of speech."

  "Oh, good, otherwise I figure you must have exploded."

  "You do have a good imagination, I like that."

  "Careful, Dr. Garnet, we still could be expendable."

  "Yeah, Murdock, but what a way to go. I figured I was doing mankind a favor by deactivating some nukes. But over here we just saved what I figure is at least a million lives. Iran would have dropped a bomb on some mid-sized Arab city, I'm sure. A million Arabs we saved. Now they're trying to kill us."

  "Fortunes of war, Kat. And don't doubt it, this is a war. You ready for a nap? I sure am."

  Kat grinned. "Does this mean I'm sleeping with you?"

  Murdock laughed. "More like sleeping near me. Remember I still outrank you by date of commission."

  "Good night, David."

  "Good night, Chet, and you're too young to remember them," Murdock said.

  "My dad's first name is Chet. He told me about them."

  Murdock thought he'd just got to sleep when his Motorola clicked three times. That would be Doc. He eased away from the sleeping Kat and worked out of the brush, and down where Doc had emerged earlier. He saw Joe Douglas on watch, and crawled in where he saw Doc and Ken Ching.

  "Hey, L-T. Ken's got Magic under again. I figure I'll use a tourniquet around his thigh above the wound to try to slow bleeding. I've got two pocket knives and my K-bar. First I'll use the wire probe from my kit, and see if I can find the damn bullet."

  Chin held a three-inch hand mirror. He caught a beam of sunlight and bounced it directly on the wound. Doc took a six-inch-long piece of stiff spring steel wire, and gently probed it into the wound. It began bleeding.

  He pushed the wire in farther and farther.

  "Damn, four inches, and I don't feel a thing." He stopped. "There. I can feel it. Christ, I found the bullet. It's four inches in there." Doc wiped sweat off his forehead. He took the long-handled surgical pliers, which were slender and had an inch-long grasping head on them. He pressed the head of the tool into the wound. It bled more.

  Ching soaked up the blood with a white T-shirt.

  Doc sweated.

  He pushed the forceps in deeper.

  Blood spurted. Ching covered it.

  "Another damn inch. Am I killing him? Damn, I've never dug into a body this way before."

  "Do it, Doc, or he loses the leg," Murdock said.

  Doc nodded, and eased the forceps in deeper, then deeper again.

  "Touched it," he said, grinning. "Now if I can just get a grip on it." He opened the forceps head and probed more. When he tried to close the pliers, the head slipped off the bullet.

  "Damn, missed it. Try again."

  Ching used a second T-shirt to soak up the blood that kept running out of Magic's thigh.

  Magic stirred in his hypnotic slumber, then relaxed.

  Doc positioned the forceps again, opened them, and pressed forward more. When he closed them this time, he laughed softly.

  "Got you, sucker!" He began withdrawing the instrument slowly, gripping it so hard his fingers turned white.

  He had it halfway out, when a new spout of blood came out beside the forceps.

  Ching covered it and nodded.

  Doc pulled again, and then with a steady pressure brought the tool out of Magic's thigh, and the inch-long lead slug with it. He dropped both on the ground, put two 4-by-4 gauze pads over the wound, and pressed hard on them with his hand.

  Ching slapped him on the back, then mopped Doc's forehead where the sweat ran into his eyes.

  "Did it, you ersatz sawbones, you fucking did it." Ching slapped Doc again, and helped wipe up the blood.

  "Good work, Doc," Murdock said. "We all owe you a big one. How about a case of your favorite beer?"

  "I'll take it the first day we get back to the Grinder," Doc said. They cleaned up the rest of the blood. Doc wiped the wound clean and applied antiseptic around it, then the last of the antibiotic salve he had, and then covered the wound with two more 4-by-4 pads before he wrapped it securely with a heavy bandage.

  "Now we let him go from the hypnotic state into a normal sleep, right?" Doc asked.

  Ken nodded. "When he wakes up, he's gonna be yelling. Have your morphine shots ready. He should have an MRE, and then we'll put him back under. No reason he has to endure the pain. The hypnotic state is not harmful to him in any way. Be sure to tell him the damn slug is out of his leg. That will help him to get through the pain while he's eating the MRE."

  Murdock shook hands with both Doc and Ching, then went back to talk to the lookout. He'd seen lightning three times, all to the north.

  While the two looked to the north, they heard a plane coming.

  "Bigger than a spotter," Douglas said.

  Then they saw it over the hills in front of them. It leveled out at about three thousand feet, and to Murdock's surprise, twelve men tumbled out of the plane, and chutes opened.

  "Now, this we didn't need," Murdock said. The men were low enough that they drifted little before dropping into a small valley just ahead.

  "Twelve men," Douglas said. "We can take them out easily."

  "Yes, if they don't know we're here. They didn't see us, that's for sure. Maybe they're just setting up a blocking position." He stared at the area directly ahead. This gully was one of several that opened into the small valley, It was no more than fifty feet across, and had sharp hills on both sides. A kind of elongated gorge.

  From the north came more stabs of lightning, and this time they could hear the rumble of thunder.

  Murdock hit the mike. "Everyone, we've just had twelve paratroopers land maybe a mile in front of us in that valley. We've got to stay awake and alert. Be ready to move at a moment's notice. Let's have a squad check. Ed." He waited while the Second Squad checked in. Then he listened as his seven men, and Kat, let him know they were awake.

  "Listen up. More lightning, and lots of thunder to the north. We figure it's on this side of the mountain group that this gully fronts. Which means that most of these arroyos around here could be hip-deep in water in a half hour. The sides of our own little canyon here are not too steep to climb. Pick out a route, and a spot at least twenty feet above the floor here, where you are going to dash to when you get the word.

  "Lam, I want you to move up the gorge here as far as you can and still maintain radio contact. Maybe five hundred yards. Watch for any flash floods coming our way. If the water is traveling even twenty miles an hour, it will move five hundred yards in a rush. If it comes, you be high on the ridge, and give us all the warning you can." He let the words soak in for a minute, then continued. "Douglas. I want you to go high on this ridge to our right, until you can see where those twelve Iranians landed, and tell me what they're doing. If it's a blocking force, they might be setting up a camp. We don't have to tell them that the rains are here, and that they just might be swimming before long. All of these gorges empty into that little valley, and it could develop a wall of water twenty feet high in a matter of minutes. Douglas, go now."

  By the time he was through talking, he could hear the platoon members moving around. He ducked in where he had been. Kat was saddled up and ready to move.

  "I don't want to swim in this brush," she said.

  "Not sure we'd have to. Want to be ready."

  The Motorola spoke.

  "L-T, I'm about a hundred yards along the gully and working up to the side. It just keeps going. Around this little curve I can see it stretch up here for a mile, with more
drainage coming into it. If we get a cloudburst, it'll pour down on you like the Niagara waterfall. I'd say fifty feet off the bottom to be safe. Don't spot any rain yet. Lots more thunder up here and the sky is almost black to the north. I'd say it's moving this way."

  "Thanks, Lam. We read you."

  He got the rest of his gear together, fitted the pack on his back, and picked up his weapon. Kat was ready to go.

  "So, we moving yet?"

  "Not until we get some idea it's gonna be wet here," he said.

  "Douglas," he said into the mike. "You spot that dirty dozen yet?"

  "Not yet. Another fifty feet to the top. Does look nasty to the north. I'd say wet is for sure."

  "Roger."

  "Doc, how is Magic doing?"

  "We woke him and gave him two shots, and he's lucid but hurting. He polished off an MRE, and half of mine. Ching has him back in hypnosis in case we have to move quickly. We're ready. Rest of the guys around here are, too."

  They sat there waiting. Murdock checked his watch. It was only a little after 1000. Why did the daytime have to go so damned slow? "L-T, might have something," the Motorola said.

  "Go, Douglas."

  "Those twelve guys are camped out in the middle of that valley. Looks more like a walled drainage ditch. Damn cut is twenty feet on each side. They've set up two tents, have a fire going. Can't tell about weapons, but they sure don't look like they expect any trouble. No lookouts I can tell. Fat and happy."

  "Good, keep watch on them, and let us know of any change. How far from us are they?"

  "My guess, about a mile. Our gorge bends around a forty-five-degree turn. They are maybe two hundred yards below, where it empties into the valley."

  "Right. If any of them move this way, bellow at us."

  "That's a Roger, sir. I've got all my gear. If you bug out, I'll catch you."

  Murdock looked at Kat.

  "What's a Ph.D in physics doing out in a rathole like this with sudden death hanging all around you?"

  "I'm a thrill junkie, remember? Like somebody else I know."

  They both grinned.

  "Murdock, I've got some news."

  "Lam, go."

  "It's raining out there north where I can see. Maybe ten raining miles up to the tops of the mountains. I'd guess it's damn hard. I can't see any runoff yet, but if it comes, I should see it a long time before it gets here. My guess is you should move now. Upslope at least seventy-five feet from the bottom of that brush. No rush, but now is the best time. I've got two hundred feet of elevation here off the bottom."

  "Roger that, Lam. Hold your spot, and keep sending us intel."

  He looked at Kat. "Now is the time." They pushed through the brush to the side of the gully.

  "Okay, platoon, you heard Lam. Let's all move to the right-hand side of the place, looking uphill. That's easiest to climb. We get up there a hundred feet from the brush if we can. Now is the time."

  It took them ten minutes to move up on the slope where they wanted to be. There was no brush or growth of any kind up there. They sat beside their gear with cammo cloths spread over them the best they could.

  A light wind whipped up.

  "Troops in the valley still on a picnic," Douglas said. "Damn, I can smell something cooking down there. I must be downwind from them. Did I hear the water is coming?"

  "Not yet, but Lam said it's raining on the mountain. He's watching for a flash flood."

  They waited.

  "At least they don't have any more air up looking for us," Kat said. "I wonder how many groups of twelve they have out in blocking positions?"

  Murdock grinned. "You're starting to sound like a military ma-person." He shook his head. "No way to tell, but I'd guess that they have twenty, twenty-five such groups out, saturating the southern route."

  "How can we get around all of them?"

  "We take them. One at a time." He closed his eyes a little. "If you're a religious person, it might not hurt to do a little praying."

  She looked at him, her face serious. "Murdock, we are going to get out of this. I have total and complete trust in your ability, and your special will to live."

  "Great. You don't worry about turning up the pressure on me, do you?"

  She had started to reply, when the radio chattered in both their ears.

  "This is it, L-T. I can see a wave of water heading our way. Must be half a mile away, and roaring downhill like a steam engine with no brakes. No telling how long it'll take to get here. Five minutes, maybe ten. Damn thing is washing away brush and a few trees that must grow up that high. Christ, look at that thing come!"

  30

  Friday, November 4

  1146 hours Hills south of bomb plant Southern Iran

  Murdock checked his men again. All were well up the slope, a hundred feet from the bottom. "Lam, keep talking to me. How close is the water? How fast is it moving? We're a hundred feet up, is that enough?"

  "Damn, sir, I don't know. It's still a quarter of a mile from me. I'm moving up higher. I can see it now sweeping everything in front of it. A wall of water? Well, not really. It keeps tumbling over itself, almost like a breaking wave. But the whole thing must be twenty, maybe twenty-five, feet high. Like a giant breaker that never quite breaks, just keeps rolling forward."

  "How fast is it moving, Lam?"

  "No idea. A good fast run, fifteen, twenty miles an hour, maybe more. Seems like it's picking up speed as it comes. Strange, though, I've seen floods and things float by. Not here. Just dirty, sandy water. Not even a stick or a tree or a bush. Water ripping at the dirt, roaring along. "Oh, God, it's almost here. There is a roar, like the ocean. Never heard anything like it. It's right in front of me. Hope to hell you're all high enough. It must reach up fifty feet on the canyon wall here."

  "You above it, Lam? You safe?"

  "Yeah, unless I fall in. I've never seen a current quite like that."

  "Let us know when it comes around the corner you talked about," Murdock said.

  "Any minute now, L-T. Now you should be able to see it."

  Murdock and the rest of the platoon looked up the canyon, and weren't sure whether to believe their eyes. The water roared around the bend in the gully and headed right for them.

  The only thing Murdock could compare it with was pictures of a tidal wave he had seen. The water blasted forward, tearing at the walls of the canyon, tumbling, crashing over itself, sweeping small bushes and brush before it, then pounding them underwater until they could surface far to the rear.

  "L-T, it seems to be slowing down a bit up here," Lam reported. "Looks like a big, muddy river with a killer of a current."

  "We've got it here now, Lam. We're all up out of the way. The crest is past us now, a hundred yards downstream. Douglas, are those Iranians still having lunch out there?"

  "Oh, yeah. Fat and happy. I'd figure they are about three minutes from taking a swim."

  Murdock watched the water race past them, and tear down the way until it rounded the bend below and slammed into the small valley with a channel deeply cut from other flash floods.

  Douglas came on the Motorola again. "Good god, that. I've never seen so much water in a dry river. Must be fifteen feet tall, smashing, crashing, right down the channel. It's within two hundred yards of the Iranian camp.

  "Now somebody spots it and yells. The men start racing for the sides of the channel, but the sides are so steep. Some almost make it, then the soft dirt crumbles and they fall to the bottom.

  "Oh, damn. The water hit the camp. Wiped out everything. Men are washing downstream, going under as the water in front rolls and tumbles. One guy got to the top of the dirt side, but the water undercut the piece of land he was on and he dropped in the maelstrom.

  "They're all gone. All twelve of them. Nobody can swim in that kind of turbulence, not even with a rebreather."

  Lam came back on the radio. "Water is dropping rapidly now, L-T. I'd say it will be all past here in another five minutes. One big wall of water a
nd no backup."

  The net went silent for a moment. Murdock watched the raging water storm past them. In a few seconds he could tell the crest had passed, and backwater, with less force and speed, came rolling down the steep incline.

  "Lam, work your way back down here. We're going to have to stick to the high ground for a while."

  "Roger that, L-T. I'm moving."

  "Douglas, see any survivors over there?"

  "Not a one, Skipper. I'd say the bodies are a half mile downstream by this time, maybe farther."

  "Hold your position. We need to move that way. Platoon, any reason we can't move out?"

  "Magic can walk. He's feeling no pain, thanks to Ching. Not sure how mobile he'll be. Figure that out when we hit the flatter ground. I'd guess another three miles per hour."

  "We need to find a new hide hole," Murdock said. "Still broad daylight and our old quarters aren't going to dry out for a couple of days. Douglas, you see anything from up there that might give us some cover? We're naked over here."

  "Looking south, L-T. Could be another ravine leading out of the valley that is still dry. Can't tell for sure, but the color seems to change inside it. Over maybe two miles."

  "We'll try for it."

  Five minutes later, Lam walked up, and they moved out over the ridge, picked up Douglas, and Lam headed them for the valley Douglas pointed out. They worked down across a slope studded with rocks and a few bushes, then hit the side of the valley below, but kept to the far fringes of it, out of the path where the flash flood had cut the channel another two feet deeper.

  Almost an hour from the top of the ridge, they came to the valley they had figured might have some plant growth for cover. It did, some scrub plants and brush about like the other one. This place was not as thick and the concealment wouldn't be perfect, but Murdock decided it would work.

  "Hell of a lot better than being caught out in the open when one of their planes flies over," he said.

  Doc came up and talked to Murdock.

  "Magic can still walk without dragging that left foot, but he's moving slower than he was. Something is sapping his strength. We'll feed him twice as much as everyone else. Might be some infection inside that leg. If I had a few dozen kinds of antibiotics, I could kill the infection, but don't have any. It's too tricky. Tonight I'd say we'll be doing good if we can make two and a half miles an hour."