72 Hours. Dana Marton
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Название: 72 Hours

Автор: Dana Marton

Издательство: HarperCollins

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Rain began to fall again.

      “Do try to remember that this is a minimum-impact, covert mission,” the Colonel said in a meaningful tone.

      Which meant that he was to make as little contact as possible, remain close to invisible as he searched for Kate and got her out. He was to change nothing, interact with no other aspects of the situation but those strictly required for the extraction.

      “And the other hostages?”

      “As soon as their country asks for our help we’ll give it. Our hands are tied until then.”

      That idea didn’t sit too well with him. He hated when politics interfered with a mission of his, which happened about every damned time.

      “Parker?” The Colonel’s tone changed to warning. “Don’t make me regret that I tagged you for this job.”

      “No, sir.”

      “Just get Kate Hamilton out.”

      “Yes, sir.”

      That he would. Yeah, he was still mad at Kate for leaving him. Mad as hell, but he wasn’t going to let any harm come to her. Any Tarkmez rebel bastard who laid a hand on the woman he’d once meant to marry was going to answer to him.

       August 9, 23:45

      “DO YOU have visual?” The question came through his cell phone. His battery was at twenty-five percent so Parker was rationing his calls to the Colonel. But he had called in to report that he was inside.

      He tapped the phone once in response. He was trying to speak as little as possible, wasn’t sure who could overhear him as he docked in the vent system that had openings to the various rooms. One tap meant no, two taps yes.

      At least four of the gunmen who had overtaken the building were talking in the room below him. He could hear no one else. If there were hostages in there, they were kept quiet.

      “I’m scrambling to get you some backup, but I can’t pull anyone who’s near enough,” the Colonel said.

      He understood. His team was specifically created for undercover missions. A lot of the members were built into terrorist organizations, rebel groups around the world or sleeper cells. To pull one at a moment’s notice before his or her job was done would ruin months or years of undercover work.

      “I’m going to get someone else in to help as fast as I can,” the Colonel went on.

      Parker tapped no. He’d snuck in before the embassy had been fully secured. Anyone trying to get in now would have to fight their way in. And that could mean disaster for the hostages. He could bring Kate out on his own.

      Muted pops came from somewhere behind him. He immediately reversed direction.

      “Gunshots. Two,” he whispered into the phone.

      “I’ll check it out. Contact me if there’s anything else,” the Colonel said and then he was gone.

      Those bugs hidden throughout the embassy were still transmitting. From his CIA connection, the Colonel should be able to get some information on what was happening. Parker backed through the vent duct as fast as he could. Since the weather was cool and overcast, the air-conditioning wasn’t on; there was nothing to hide the noise he made. So he didn’t make any.

      He had a rough idea of the building’s outline. The Colonel had briefed him on the way over. Since Kate had last been heard near the kitchens, he’d been heading in that direction, surveying all the rooms he could see as he went. So far he’d seen or heard a dozen or so rebels but no hostages.

      The gunshots changed everything. There was a better-than-fair chance that the hostages were that way. His phone vibrated. He opened it without halting his progress.

      “Bad news.” The Colonel’s grim tone underscored his words. “To prove how serious they are, the rebels just shot Ambassador Vasilievits.”

      Parker went faster, crawling with grim determination, one hundred percent focused on the job. Kate had been with the ambassador and his wife at the time of the initial attack on the embassy. He hoped she had somehow been separated from them and had managed to escape the rebels’ notice.

      Because if she hadn’t, if the rebels figured out who Kate was, she would be next. They hated Americans as much as they hated the Russians.

      He wished he had prepared for more than surveillance before he’d left his hotel late that afternoon and then run into the four men who’d seemed hell-bent on taking him out. He had nothing but his gun and his cell phone with its dwindling battery. Right now he would have given anything for the full tool kit that waited hidden behind the ceiling tiles of his hotel room.

      “Any publicity on this yet?” he asked, able to talk more freely having gotten into a section that didn’t have any openings to rooms.

      “Nothing. The Russians might not break silence until morning. Their counterterrorism team is on its way. We don’t think they asked the French for permission, but once the team is in place there isn’t much the French can do. That’s all I have.”

      They ended the connection, and he kept crawling. When he reached the next vertical drop, he lowered himself inch by inch, stopping when he heard voices ahead. The men were talking in Tarkmezi.

      “And if they gas us?” The speaker sounded on edge.

      “That’s what we have the masks for,” came the calm reply.

      “What if they have something new and nasty? Kill us before we get the masks on.”

      “Get it on and keep it on, then,” another guy snapped. “Maybe it’ll shut you up.”

      “What do you think’s going on?” The worrywart on the team didn’t seem to be able to stop himself. “I wonder if they are negotiating?”

      “When there’s something to know, Piotr will tell us.”

      Parker picked his head up at the mention of the name. What were the chances that this was his Piotr? It was a common name, the Russian equivalent of Peter. But his instincts prickled. Could be that this was why Piotr Morovich had come to Paris. And if that was the case, then he hadn’t come alone, something that U.S. intelligence had failed to detect.

      “I could go check,” Worrywart said.

      “You stay the hell here.”

      The men fell silent just as Parker reached the vent hole.

      Three Tarkmezi fighters, armed to the teeth, stood among two dozen tied-up hostages who were sitting in the middle of the floor in some sort of a gym, probably set up for embassy staff. He zeroed in on Kate and his heart rate sped up.

      Hello, Kate. How have you been? He’d pictured, on too many occasions, the two of them meeting up again after all this time, but he had never imagined it would be under these circumstances.

      She looked unharmed and calm. The spring that had been wound tightly in his chest since the Colonel had called now eased. Her hair was different from СКАЧАТЬ