Shadow War. Don Pendleton

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      The woman screamed and the man had the presence of mind to jerk back. McCarter turned his wheel, kissed the side of a parked Fiat and shot past the terrified couple.

      â€œSorry!” he yelled, knowing they couldn’t hear him. He glanced at his sideview mirror to see how close the pursuing patrol cars were, and then remembered he’d ripped the driver-side mirror clean off the body frame. His eyes darted to the passenger-side mirror. He saw spinning lights emerging from the alley across the street.

      He turned his gaze forward again. A thick hedge of arborvitaes formed a wall at the rear of the parking lot. He cut his eyes toward Hawkins, then back toward the wall of foliage. He never slowed.

      The bucking of the vehicle as it hit the curb rattled their teeth hard. Then the heavy bumper struck the arborvitaes like a battering ram and the Hummer slammed through and out the other side.

      For a second McCarter couldn’t see anything but the rubbery, fanlike needled leaves. The Hummer hurtled through a shoulder-high fence of 4x4 planks and turned them into splintered kindling.

      Then there was nothing.

      The Hummer hovered for a moment out into open space and Hawkins had an absurd, momentary flashback to his childhood and the television show The Dukes of Hazard. The Hummer tilted as they hovered and they could see the lights of the city plunging down the steep hill below them.

       CHAPTER SEVEN

      Jack Grimaldi put the nose down of the Scout Defender helicopter and ran for the open water, putting the devastation of the forgotten New Orleans ward behind Able Team like a bad dream.

      Below them roads stretched out in geometric patterns like gray scars on black skin. The mounds of rubble stretched out, then gave way before a wall of trees that delineated urban buildup from bayou as sharply as a fortress wall.

      In the cramped space of the cargo bay, Gadgets Schwarz and Carl Lyons worked feverishly to keep Blancanales alive. The former Black Beret had often served as the primary team medic, but all of Stony Man’s attention had received combat medic training. They may not have been as skilled as James, or even as skilled as Blancanales, but they knew enough to keep a man alive during a rapid transport. They hoped.

      Schwarz tore the stethoscope from his ears and let the air bleed out of the blood pressure cuff he had wrapped around his unconscious teammate’s arm. He looked over at Lyons.

      â€œPulse racing, BP dropping,” Schwarz said. “Narrowing pulse pressure—he’s at ninety-eight over ninety.”

      Lyons nodded, his face grim. “His heart’s beating faster to try to compensate for lack of volume in his blood vessels because he’s bleeding out so fast. The increased heart rate is dumping more blood out to bleed internally so it’s a vicious cycle. If he doesn’t get under a knife soon he’s done, Gadgets.”

      â€œIVs?” Schwarz asked.

      â€œYeah.” Lyons nodded. “All we can do is try to slam enough volume in there to keep his heart from running dry and seizing into cardiac arrest.”

      Schwarz was already pulling 1000 ml bags of clear saline solution from the medic box set in the bulkhead of the helicopter. Lyons snapped some latex tubing around Blancanales’s arm to try to get a vein to rise.

      â€œJesus, I can see his abdomen filling up with blood,” Gonzales muttered. “It looks like a balloon.”

      â€œShut up. Don’t speak unless spoken to,” Lyons growled. Then he turned and looked at the Mexican informant. “I know you’re hurting, buddy. That’s one nasty gash. You’ve got to put pressure on it, understand? Get the dressings out of the kit at your feet. We didn’t save you to have you bleed out on the way home.”

      Gonzales nodded, and Lyons could see the man was edging into shock. He kept an eye on the Mexican as he prepped the emergency medical equipment he was using on Blancanales. The man’s hands were shaking as he applied the pressure dressing to the ragged, seeping wound in his leg.

      The aqua-green light of the tactical bulbs inside the cargo bay cast the huddled men in the same, strange quasi-illumination as night-vision goggles.

      The Able Team leader secured the needle into a vein on the inside of Blancanales’s arm, then ran the tubing out and spiked it into the bottom of the saline bag held by Schwarz. Schwarz had another 1000 ml bag dangling between his teeth, and he promptly began to squeeze the bag Lyons had just hooked up, forcing fluid into Blancanales’s leaking vascular system.

      Lyons shifted position and began to start an IV in his friend’s other arm. He repeated the process with methodical, almost automatic efficiency. Blancanales would die if he screwed up.

      He might die anyway.

      Lyons spiked the second bag and gently squeezed, pushing the liquid out. He looked down at the face of his unconscious teammate, and in the uncertain light of the helicopter cargo bay the veteran’s skin was ashen gray.

      Schwarz looked out through the windows and saw tangled delta bayou give way to the black waters over the coast. He turned his head and called out to Jack Grimaldi in the pilot’s seat.

      â€œWe close?” Schwarz yelled.

      â€œHow’s he doing?” Grimaldi shouted back.

      â€œNot very good, Jack!” Schwarz answered.

      â€œThen we’re nowhere near close enough,” Grimaldi replied.

      

      â€œI KNOW ,” P RICE SAID . Her voice was flat, emotionless. “I understand, Jack. This is part of the game.” Steel threaded itself into her voice. “I understand how bad he is. I have a flight medic crew with the 160th Special Operations Wing coming to meet you at the rendezvous. They have a flight surgeon, two flight nurses and a paramedic. They’ll get him to the secure wing of Bethesda Naval Hospital.”

      She stopped talking and dots of color grew on her cheekbones. Sitting near her, Carmen Delahunt and Akira Tokaido quickly looked down at their computer screens. They could hear Grimaldi shouting into his com link through the speaker of Price’s encrypted sat phone.

      â€œCan it!” Price snapped. “I know he could die. There is no way I can justify jeopardizing the Farm to risk you setting down at a civilian hospital. End of story! The NOPD is all over that warehouse now, and what do you think the survivors are telling them, Jack? You think a bunch of men-in-black can just show up at a major metropolitan trauma center and frighten an emergency room full of people and a surgical team into keeping quiet?”

      Price lowered her voice and the emotional exhaustion was just as evident as her resolution. “Stony Man is more than just a single operative. You want to save him, you fly your ass off. Stony Base out.”

      She clicked the end button and set the phone down. Her face was a flat affect as she СКАЧАТЬ