Fight Fire With Fire. Amy J. Fetzer

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       “The north channel, ” Ellie said, then sounded confused. “Where’s he going? There’s no place to land beyond Seletar airport.”

      “What have I told you about bad guys?”

       “They ignore all the laws, all the time.”

      She said it like a kid reciting dry poetry. “Think twisted and depraved.”

       “That’s easy for you.”

      Safia laughed as she merged onto the highway. This wouldn’t be so hard. The chopper was air traffic and well, less up there to trace. She angled around cars, squeezed the motorcycle places she shouldn’t, then saw the black chopper. It was still gaining altitude. Who’s got you jumping through hoops again, nasty boy?

       “They’re doing a pattern sweep. Looking for something,” Base said. “Their central area is Sungei Kadut.”

      “Inland?”

       “Negative, the water side.”

      It would be, she thought, and shot off the Seletar Expressway to Sungei Kadut, beneath several confusing overpasses, then past the new high rises. The chopper hovered over land, then paralleled the river. Drug trafficking, she wondered, aware the local police had problems with small time players using the river, yet when the chopper banked hard toward the Johor Bahru bridge, she shot north to get ahead of it. Six blocks and she lost it as the land dipped. It forced her to higher ground on the east side. Singapore, she thought, was sinking under its own weight. She was never going to identify Barasa’s target if she didn’t locate the man.

      Safia stopped the bike near the bridge walking path. Pedestrians ignored her, marching across. She unlatched the bike’s pack and grabbed her monocular. She sighted on the cars and trucks filing toward Malaysia, then saw a Land Rover ATV, stripped down and crowding a truck. Light bounced off weapons. Damn.

      “Be my eyes, Base, get that dark green truck.”

      Her gaze darted from the chopper to the truck to the Land Rover. The chopper hovered over the west bridge traffic, scaring drivers. Most drove faster to get away from the chaos, and when the Rover shot ahead, Safia understood the tactic. Use the bridge to box them in and shoot. She parked the bike and ran to the ladder of bars maintenance workers used for repairs and climbed. She reached the top as the Rover spun sideways and stopped traffic. Cars skidded, veering to the sides, several impacted, but Barasa’s desperation was clear. He wanted what was in that truck.

      And Safia couldn’t let him have it.

       Sungei Kadut

       Singapore

      Riley and Max leaned over the backseat, gathering ammo. Vaghn slumped sideways, still out. The ATV chased parallel, joining them on the expressway to the bridge.

      “Get off this road!”

      “I can’t. Traffic’s too heavy!” Sebastian pointed and like a swarm, little cars darted around them, blocking exits.

      The bridge was wide, a walkway on either side, lanes feeding traffic to Johbar, Malaysia and Singapore, but it was nearly rush hour. The cars weren’t the worst. Rickshaws and overloaded cyclists clogged the highway, some stacked with so many goods it’s a wonder they didn’t topple over. Hoping for a turn signal was useless. The ATV sped up alongside and Riley aimed out the window as Max flattened over Vaghn to join him. The ATV pulled away, speeding ahead, then clipping a car. The sloped, white two-door spun, smashing into another lane and the pile-up began.

      Sebastian swerved left, finding a hole.

      A helicopter rose from sea level, hovering over the water on the left.

      “Jaasus. Look at the size of that thing!” It was rigged for rescue.

      Max shook the prisoner awake. “Who’s after you?”

      Vaghn blinked, looked around at the smoking cars and smiled. “I told you not to fuck with me.”

      Riley shoved Vaghn’s head down and removed the handcuffs, securing his hands in front. Vaghn frowned and Riley said, “I want you alive.” To stand trial for treason .

      Vaghn smirked. “You don’t have orders to shoot me, do yah?”

      “That’s never stopped me before.” Riley cinched the cuffs tight. “And laddie, I’m volunteering for your firing squad.”

      Vaghn paled and Riley pushed him to the floor. The chopper rose and backed away, then its side door slid back. Men in Singapore rescue uniforms confused him. A chopper wasn’t necessary and where the hell were the police?

      “Sebastian, get us off this bridge. And where the hell is the ATV?”

      “In front. He wants to play chicken.”

      The ATV was crowding again and Riley searched for a way off the bridge, then spotted a dark figure crouched on the walkway, hidden behind the slatted rails. He recognized the long slim barrel a second too late and saw a muzzle flash an instant before the right front tire exploded.

      At this speed, it was all over. Riley braced himself seconds before the truck flipped.

      Safia hunched down as the truck fell on its side and kept skidding. Cars collided, smashing into the barriers and the truck slid a good forty feet before it stopped.

       “Tell me that’s not what you intended!” Ellie shouted and Safia winced at the high pitch.

       Not really, but …“Barasa wants them badly and that’s good enough reason to screw with his plans.” It wouldn’t stop him, but it might give her time to learn more. The chopper was being tracked by Singapore Air Force right now.

       “But in the middle of rush hour?”

      “Hey, I didn’t pick the place for this!” Enough people had seen the Rover and truck dogfight to get out of the way.

      Barasa was in the helicopter, his suit jacket flapping in the wind as he shouted orders into a hand radio. But what scared her was the two men in Singapore emergency rescue uniforms hovering on the edge, ready to deploy on cables. Fakes, she thought. But who was in the truck that he’d risk this destruction and notice?

      Safia aimed at a fake and fired. He flailed, and the body rolled out of the craft and fell, caught short on the cable. Two men leapt from the Rover and ran toward the truck. They didn’t bother to hide their weapons. She’d seen that murderous look before and put in a call to the Singapore Police Force to protect the locals.

      The impact drove them into the ground, everything inside the truck slapped to the left, including Vaghn. The windows shattered with a pop, the sparks of metal to asphalt spraying like fireworks till it stopped sliding.

      “Everyone okay?” Sebastian asked. “Sorry about that.”

      “Yeah,” Max said. “What the hell did that?” He rubbed his shoulder, trying to get his footing.

      “There’s a shooter on the bridge, right side!” Sebastian kicked out the front glass and climbed out, weapon first. Max was behind him. Vaghn СКАЧАТЬ