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Area 7 ss-2

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by Matthew Reilly


  on the western side of the elevator platform, while its semi

  destroyed sister chopper, Nighthawk Two, and its cockroach

  stood on the northern side of the platform, over by the personnel

  elevator.

  On the eastern side of the AWACS plane, however,

  stood something entirely new: a team of ten 7th Squadron

  commandos--Bravo Unit--positioned in between the elevator

  platform and the internal building, standing inside a

  semicircular barricade of wooden crates and Samsonite containers.

  On a chair in the center of the barricade sat a familiar

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  stainless-steel briefcase, folded open, revealing a series of

  red and green lights, a keypad, and a flat-glass analyzer

  plate.

  The Football.

  Captain Bruno "Boa" McConnell--the gray-eyed

  leader of Bravo Unit--gazed at the crumpled AWACS plane

  suspiciously.

  The broken plane just sat there in the center of the enormous

  hangar--silent, unmoving--a great big pile of junk.

  More silence.

  "HOW'S IT GOING DOWN THERE, MOTHER?" SCHOFIELD'S VOICE

  whispered in Mother's earpiece, borrowed from one of the

  dead Secret Service agents.

  Down on Level 1, Mother surveyed the damaged electricity

  junction box in front of her. Fully half the switchboard

  had been destroyed by the missile impact. The other

  half was a mixed bag--some parts were intact, others were

  just mounds of melted wires. At the moment, Herbie

  Franklin was tapping the keys on a computer terminal that

  had survived the impact.

  "Just a second," she said into her wrist microphone.

  "Yo, Poindexter. What's the story?"

  Franklin frowned. "It doesn't make sense. Somebody's

  been here already, about twenty minutes ago at eight

  o'clock. They cut the main power. The whole base is running

  on auxiliary power ..."

  "Can you cut the cameras?" Mother asked.

  "Don't have to. They were shut down when the main

  power was disabled." Herbie turned to face Mother.

  "They're already off."

  UP IN THE MAIN HANGAR, THE REGULAR ELEVATOR'S DOORS

  opened.

  Out of the lift stepped Kurt Logan and the three other

  survivors from Alpha Unit. They met up with Boa McConnell

  and the men of Bravo Unit.

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  "What's happening?" Logan asked.

  "Nothing ..." Boa replied. "Yet."

  "--control, this is charlie leader" python willis's

  voice said over the control room's speakers. "There's no one

  down here on Level 4."

  "--Copy, Charlie Leader. Bring your team up to the

  main hangar in the personnel lift. Echo, stay down there.

  Caesar wants you roving around the lower levels. We've lost

  all camera visuals and we need some eyes down there--"

  on level 1, mother keyed her wrist mike. "scarecrow,

  this is Mother. Cameras are down. Repeat: Cameras are down. We're heading for the aircraft elevator shaft." "Thanks, Mother."

  "all right, we're in business," schofield said, turning

  to the President, Book II and Juliet. They were in a dark

  place.

  He looked at his watch:

  8:25:59.

  8:26:00.

  This was going to be close.

  "Fox, Elvis, Love Machine, get ready. On my mark. In

  three ..."

  THE MAIN HANGAR WAS SILENT.

  "Two ..."

  Marine One stood about thirty feet away from the

  wreck of the AWACS plane, shining in the harsh artificial

  light.

  "One ..."

  The men of Bravo Unit eyed the shattered AWACS bird

  cautiously, guns up, trigger fingers tensed.

  "... mark."

  Schofield pressed a button on a small handheld unit--it

  was the remote detonation switch for one of the RDX-based

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  grenades that he had found on the 7th Squadron men in the

  decompression room. Pound for pound, aluminized RDX is

  about six times more powerful than C4--it blows big and it

  blows wide, a superblasting charge.

  As soon as he hit the button, the RDX charge that he

  had left in the cockpit of the AWACS plane exploded--blasting outwards, showering the hangar with a star-shaped

  rain of glass and shrapnel.

  AND THEN EVERYTHING HAPPENED AT ONCE.

  the men of bravo unit dived away from the explosion.

  Sizzling-hot pieces of the plane's cockpit shot low over

  their heads, lodging in the barricade all around them like

  darts smacking into a corkboard.

  As they clambered back to their feet, they saw movement,

  saw three shadows climb out from the air vent underneath

  Marine One.

  "There!" Boa pointed.

  One of the shadows ran out from beneath the President's

  helicopter, while the other two slithered up through a

  hatch in its underbelly.

  A moment later, Marine One's engines roared to life.

  Its tail boom folded into place from its stowed position,

  as did its rotor blades. No sooner were the rotor blades extended

  than they began to rotate, despite the fact that the

  President's helicopter was still attached to its towing vehicle.

  Gunfire erupted as the lone Marine who had dashed out

  from underneath the chopper—Love Machine—disengaged

  the cockroach attached to its tail and climbed inside the towing

  vehicle's tiny driver's cabin.

  "What the fuck ... ?" Kurt Logan said as the cockroach

  skidded out from behind Marine One and swung around the

  elevator platform, heading directly for the 7th Squadron

  men guarding the Football.

  "Open fire," Logan said to Boa and his men. "Open fire

  now."

  They did.

  A barrage of P-90 fire assaulted the speeding towing vehicle's

  windscreen, shattering it.

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  Inside the driver's cabin, Love Machine ducked below

  the dashboard. Bullets tore into the seatback behind him,

  sending the fluffy innards of the seat showering everywhere.

  The cockroach careered across the hangar, bouncing

  wildly, taking fire.

  Then suddenly, behind it, Marine One rose into the

  air--inside the hangar--the deafening thump-thump-thump of its rotor blades reverberating off the walls, drowning out

  all other sound.

  Inside its cockpit, Gant worked the controls while Elvis

  hit switches everywhere.

  "Elvis! Give me missiles!" she shouted. "And whatever

  you do, don't hit the Football, okay!"

  Elvis slammed his finger down on a launch button.

  Shoom!

  A Hellfire missile shot out from a pod mounted on the

  side of the Presidential helicopter, a finger of smoke extending

  through the air behind it, the missile shooting at tremendous

  speed toward the internal building on the eastern side

  of the hangar.

  The missile hit the exact center of the building--right

  above the Bravo troops guarding the Football--and detonated.

  The middle section of the internal building blasted outwards

  in a shower of glass and plasterboard. A section of the

  gla
ssed-in upper level collapsed to the ground behind the

  Bravo men guarding the Football.

  The 7th Squadron commandos leapt clear of the falling

  debris--only to have to roll again a split second later to

  avoid a second source of danger: the oncoming cockroach

  driven by Love Machine.

  It was chaos.

  Mayhem.

  Pandemonium.

  Exactly as Schofield had planned.

  SCHOFIELD WATCHED THE CONFUSION FROM HIS POSITION inside

  the destroyed AWACS plane. His watch read:

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  8:27:50.

  8:27:51.

  Two minutes left.

  "Okay, Book, let's go." He turned to Juliet and the President.

  "You two stay here until we've checked the status of

  the Football. If we can get it, we'll bring it back to you. If

  not, you'll have to come out."

  And with that Schofield and Book II leapt down from

  the gaping hole at the rear of the AWACS plane and ran out

  into the open.

  AT EXACTLY THE SAME MOMENT, A SIX-BARRELED VULCAN

  minigun popped out from a compartment underneath the

  nose of Marine One and began spewing out a devastating

  stream of supermachine-gun fire.

  The 7th Squadron men--already scattered everywhere

  --were dispersed even more. Some dived behind

  their barricade for cover, others found shelter among the ruins

  of the AWACS plane and fired up at the President's helicopter.

  Gant sat at the controls of Marine One as her enemy's

  bullets left scratches on the Lexan windshield. And the

  armor-plated walls of the big Sikorsky were built to withstand

  missile impacts, so gunfire wasn't a problem.

  Beside her, Elvis was yelling, "Yee-ha!" as he rained

  hell on the 7th Squadron men with the minigun.

  SCHOFIELD AND BOOK II RAN EASTWARD, SIDESTEPPING

  quickly toward the 7th Squadron men guarding the Football.

  They moved in tandem, guns up, firing--bizarrely--at

  Love Machine's runaway cockroach and up at Marine One.

  The fact that they were firing at their own people was

  probably best explained by the fact that they were dressed in

  the black fatigues, black body armor and half-face gas

  masks of the 7th Squadron--slightly damaged uniforms

  they had pilfered from the dead Air Force commandos in the

  decompression area down on Level 4.

  Schofield and Book danced sideways, edging toward

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  the barricade in front of the Football, firing hard at their own

  men--but missing woefully.

  They reached the barricade, and Schofield immediately

  saw the Football on the chair.

  Then he saw the tether.

  "Damn it!"

  The presidential briefcase was anchored to a tie-down

  stud on the floor by a thick metal cord. It looked like titanium

  thread.

  Watch.

  8:28:59.

  8:29:00.

  "Shit," Schofield keyed his wrist mike. "Janson! The

  Football's tethered to the floor. We can't move it. You're going

  to have to bring the President out into the open."

  "Okay," came the reply.

  "Fox! Love Machine! I need another thirty seconds of

  mayhem! Then you know what to do."

  Fox's voice: "Whatever you say, Scarecrow!"

  Love Machine: "Roger that, Boss!"

  And then Schofield saw Janson and the President leap

  out from the rear section of the AWACS plane--also dressed

  in full 7th Squadron attire and brandishing pistols, which

  they fired determinedly at Love Machine's cockroach.

  Janson fired her SIG-Sauer with a firm two-handed

  grip. The President wasn't as fluid, but he did all right for a

  guy who'd never served in the military.

  Marine One banked in a wide circle around the enormous

  hangar, drawing fire, the roar of its speed-blurred rotor

  blades thunderous in the enclosed space.

  Love Machine's towing vehicle swung past the barricade

  protecting the Football, then veered left, heading north, smashing through some broken pieces of the AWACS plane

  and then disappearing behind it.

  FROM THE FIRST-FLOOR CONTROL ROOM OF THE INTERNAL

  building, Caesar Russell watched the chaos unfolding below

  him.

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  He saw the Presidential helicopter performing death

  defying passes inside the enclosed hangar. He saw the

  speeding cockroach blasting through the remains of the

  AWACS plane on the elevator platform.

  And he saw his own men--scattered and dispersed--

  firing wildly at both of these two crazy threats, as if they

  had been prepared for any ordered attack but not a totally

  insane one.

  "Goddamn it!" he roared. "Where is Charlie?"

  "Still coming up in the personnel elevator, sir."

  And then, in an instant of total clarity, as he watched his

  men down on the hangar floor, Caesar saw him, and his jaw

  dropped.

  "No ..."

  Caesar watched in stunned amazement as one of his

  own men raced over to the Football--which, of course, was

  still surrounded by a few men from Bravo Unit, all of them

  facing outwards--pulled off one of his black leather gloves,

  and under the watchful eye of three other black-clad impostors,

  moved his hand toward the palm-print analyzer inside

  the steel briefcase.

  SCHOFIELD'S WATCH TICKED EVER FORWARD.

  8:29:31.

  8:29:32.

  Amid the roar of the rampaging helicopter and the cacophony

  of gunfire all around him, and guarded by

  Schofield, Book II and Juliet Janson, the President stepped

  up to the Football.

  He yanked off his glove, took a final look around himself,

  and then, as he strode past the Football, he inconspicuously

  placed his hand on the palm-print analyzer, just as the

  countdown timer on its display hit 0:24.

  The briefcase beeped and the timer instantly ticked over

  from 0:24 to 90:00 and started counting down again.

  When Schofield saw that the deed was done, he and

  Book II fell into step alongside Juliet and the President.

  "Remember, guns up and firing," he said. He held his

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  wrist mike to his lips, "Fox, Elvis, Love Machine: get out of

  here. We'll meet you downstairs. Mother, the platform. Now"

  mother stood inside the enormous hangar doorway

  down on Level 1, looking up into the elevator shaft.

  Two hundred feet above her, she could see the underside

  of the massive aircraft platform, beyond which she

  could hear the sounds of the battle.

  She hit the call button, and immediately the giant elevator

  platform high above her jolted sharply and slowly began

  to descend.

  UP IN THE MAIN HANGAR, THE SHATTERED REMAINS OF THE

  AWACS plane--and the platform on which they stood-- began to disappear into the floor.

  The elevator was going down.

  Schofield, Book II, Juliet and the President charged toward

  it, firing up at Marine One as they did so--acting like

  good 7th Squadron soldiers.

  IN THE CONTROL ROOM OVERLOOKING THE HANGAR,
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  grabbed a microphone.

  "Boa! Logan! The President is there! He walked right in

  among you and hit the analyzer and now he's heading for the

  elevator platform. For Christ's sake, he's wearing one of our

  own goddamn uniforms!"

  IN THE MAIN HANGAR, KURT LOGAN SPUN AROUND WHERE HE

  stood, and he saw them--saw four 7th Squadron people

  leaping down onto the slowly descending elevator platform,

  now completely ignoring Marine One and the runaway

  cockroach.

  "The platform!" he yelled. "Bravo Unit! Converge on

  the platform! Alpha, take out the helicopter and kill that

  fucking cockroach!"

  marine one was already swooping toward the ground

  again--her diversionary mission accomplished.

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  Gant landed the big chopper right where she had found

  it--over the air vent in the floor on the western side of the elevator shaft--and with Elvis's help, she maneuvered the big

  bird around so that her floor hatch stopped directly above the

  ventilation shaft.

  Once the helicopter was stopped, she leapt out of the

  pilot's seat and headed for the floor hatch, while Elvis

  dashed for the rear left-hand door and threw it open for

  Love Machine.

  love machine was in a world of pain.

  His Volvo towing vehicle wasn't as bulletproof as Marine

  One and he was taking all kinds of shit from the 7th

  Squadron men.

  Tires squealed, bullets impacted, glass shattered.

  And now he had to get over to Marine One.

  His biggest problem, however, was that he had just

  swung his cockroach around for another pass at the 7th

  Squadron men on the eastern side of the platform when

  Schofield's call had come in.

  He was now on the other side of the shaft from Marine

  One, heading northward, and the elevator platform--now

  sinking slowly into the shaft--was no longer there to drive

  on.

  He'd have to go around.

  More bullets hit his cockroach as three 7th Squadron

  commandos appeared right in front of him and assailed his

  vehicle with a harrowing wave of gunfire.

  Bullets riddled the driver's compartment.

  Two slugs slammed into Love Machine's left shoulder,

  spraying blood.

 

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