Countdown km-2

by David Hagberg

  “They are on their way. Do you have him in the scope” Baranov keyed the image intensifier again. McGarvey had disappeared. For a frantic second or two he scanned the hillside, finally picking the American out again nearly at the bottom of the hill, barely twenty yards from the back of the house. There was no possibility that he could see inside, and yet Baranov instinctively stepped back a pace. “I have him”

  I “Then fire, Comrade Chairman. Kill him now. Get it over with”

  “Not yet”

  “This is a dangerous game we are playing. With all respect, Comrade ” “No” Baranov said, turning around. “He’s here to kill me, but he’s also come for the woman. I mean to give him both”

  ““Men I can no longer be responsible for your safety. “You never were”

  “I don’t understand, Comrade”

  “I want to talk to him, Sergei Sergeevich. Before I kill him and his whore. That is all You must understand”

  “Do You mean to allow him here, inside the house”

  “Of course” Baranov said, brushing past Nemchin and heading for the stairs. “But he will never get out of here alive. I promise you”

  Nemchin remained in the breakfast room for just a moment, but then he followed Baranov” Believe in me, that’s all I ask” Baranov’s words floated back to him. “‘That’s all I’ve ever asked” At the base of the stairs he watched as Baranov reached the top and disappeared. He raised the walkie-talkie to his lips. “Yevgeni, you’d better get up here on the double. McGarvey has arrived, and I think Baranov has lost his mind”

  “Hold on” his walkie-talkie squawked. “We’ll be there in a minute”

  Nemchin suddenly felt’a presence above him, and he turned. Baranov had come back to the head of the stairs. in the very dim light Nemchin thought that the man’s face looked like a death’s head.

  “Comrade ” he started to say when Baranov raised his pistol and fired one shot, a sudden starburst exploding inside of his head.

  “Believe in me” Baranov whispered, but Nemchin was dead.

  GROSSER MIOCCELSEE

  McGarvey heard the gunshot and he hugged the ground, thinking for just a moment that he’d been spotted and they were shooting at him.

  But when a second shot didn’t come, he rose up and peered into the darkness. At first there was nothing to be seen except the back and east side of the house, the driveway to the highway, and the path down to the lake. Something terrible had happened in the house. All he could think of was that Lorraine was down there with Baranov. He jumped up and raced the last few yards to the back corner of the big house, where he flattened himself against the rough brick wall. He switched his pistol’s safety to the off position, cocked the hammer, dropped down below the level of the stone balcony, and started in a dead run toward the front of the house. Someone was coming up from the lake. He heard them at the same moment he came out around the balcony. There were two of them.

  McGarvey raised his pistol and fired three shots in rapid succession, getting the impression he had hit at least one of them. Then he ducked back behind the stonework just as someone opened fire with an AK74 on full automatic, chips of stone and mortar dust flying everywhere. As soon as the firing stopped, McGarvey extended his gun arm around the corner and fired three more shots. A man cried out on the path across the driveway, and then the night fell silent again. leaning against the wall, McGarvey quickly ejected the nearly spent clip of ammunition from his pistol and rammed the new one home. Counting to three, he leapt out away from the balcony, swinging his gun left to right as he dodged and zigzagged his way across the driveway. Both of them were dead. He could see their bodies from where he had reached the protection of the edge of the woods. Both of them were dressed in dark clothing, and both had been armed with assault rifles One of them, his face a mass of blood, lay on his back at the end of the path. The other one had taken at least two hits in his chest, and he too lay on his back, tangled in the low underbrush. There would be others. These two had come up from the lake, where they had been waiting for him to come across. There would be someone coming up from the driveway at any moment. And at least Baranov was in the house. But what was the first shot? He couldn’t understand.

  The driveway remained empty. McGarvey crouched in the darkness watching so intently for someone to come up from the highway that he nearly missed the third Russian coming from the lake. He heard a slight noise behind him and to his left, as if someone had stepped on a twig and then stopped in their tracks.

  It saved his life. He looked over his shoulder, spotted the dull ruby glint of a night-spotting scope illuminating him, and rolled left, dropping to the ground. The Russian opened fire with his assault rifle, the rounds slamming into the tree just inches behind McGarvey, and kicking up the dirt as he rolled over and over again. He looked up at the last possible second as the Russian raced across the path swinging the rifle up again into firing position, and he snapped off two shots, the first going wide, the second catching the man in the chest just below his sternum, driving him backward, the weapon clattering to the ground. Where were the others? McGarvey remained for just an instant where he lay on the ground, listening for the sound of others coming.

  But once again the night had fallen silent. He was in an exposed position here, not only from someone in the house, but from anyone coming up the driveway. He leapt to his feet and raced back across the clearing to the front of the house, where he held up at the foot of the four steps which rose to the front veranda. Why wasn’t someone else coming? Why hadn’t Baranov or his people opened fire from the house?

  What was the sonofabitch waiting for? McGarvey scrambled up the steps where he flattened himself against the wall beside the open door.

  Inside, the stairhall was in darkness, but he had enough of his night vision to see the figure of a man lying at the foot of the stairs, a walkie-talkie lying beside his body. The man was dead. It was obvious from the angle at which his head was bent, and the way his left leg had folded up beneath him.

  He had been killed by the single shot McGarvey had heard. Who the hell was he, and who had shot him? This was making no Sense.

  Girding himself, McGarvey rolled through the doorway, feinted left, and then raced directly across the hall to the side of the staircase. Still nothing moved. Still there were no sounds. Still no one opened fire.

  Perhaps, he thought, Baranov had already gone. Perhaps these were only the staff.

  He looked up the stairs, trying to penetrate the deeper darkness in the corridor above. Baranov was here. McGarvey could feel his presence in the house, like some dark, forbidding, evil spirit. He was here all right, waiting. Moving soundlessly on the balls of his feet, McGarvey started up the stairs, taking them one at a time, testing each step before he put his full weight on it, his every sense searching out ahead of him for the presence of the man. At the top he stopped again. A door was open at the end of the corridor. But except for the rectangle of dim light filtering out he could see nothing. He held his breath to listen.

  There was no sound … But then he heard a single pistol shot somewhere outside in the distance. He half turned; a fusillade of gunfire came from a long way off, perhaps down the driveway somewhere. Someone else was coming here. Suddenly there was no time” Baranov” he shouted, rushing down the corridor toward the open door. “You sonofabitch! He pulled up short just at the doorway and laid his head back against the wall. The firing outside had stopped. The silence was ominous.

  “Baranov” he shouted again, and he rolled left through the doorway, nearly firing on instinct alone at the man standing across the large room. “Hello, Kirk” Baranov said gently. He was aiming his pistol at Lorraine. McGarvey took it all in within a split second: the gun in Baranov’s meaty paw, the cords binding Lorraine’s wrists and ankles, the C4 taped to her thighs. She was blinking her eyes but she wasn’t moving.

  “I wanted the time to talk to you” Baranov said. “But it’s no longer possible” There was something wrong with him,
in the way he held himself, in the almost furtive look in his eyes.

  “You heard the gunfire. Someone else is coming for you” McGarvey said, finally finding his voice. Just another halfounce of pressure on the trigger of his pistol and the man would be dead, “So it would seem. And now the advantage is once again yours. I’ll trade you Doctor Abbott’s life for mine”

  “No” McGarvey said. Now that he had come to this point his rage was gone, leaving in its stead a deep aching weariness. He looked into Lorraine’s eyes. He had tried to warn her. God, why wouldn’t they listen? “You won’t throw her life away merely to kill me. We will meet on another day”

  “We’ll just wait here for a little while”

  “For those others to come”

  Baranov asked, nodding toward the door. “Do you know that they are policemen here to arrest me”

  “Good”

  “I won’t allow that to happen, McGarvey. Not now. Not yet”

  “You don’t have any choice”

  “I’ll shoot her”

  “And then I’ll shoot you” Baranov shook his head. “The plastique will blow and she’ll die. Is that what you want”

  Lorraine had closed her eyes. She was beginning to shiver. McGarvey looked at her again. She was one of the innocents. For some reason they were attracted to him, like moths to an open flame with the same fatal consequences. I’m sorry, he wanted to tell her. But it was too late for that now. “That’s up to you” McGarvey said, turning back to Baranov.

  “But you’re not leaving this room”

  “Why” Baranov asked. “You’re not so different from Arkasha. I’ve watched you develop. I’ve seen what you are capable of doing. Do you want money?

  Position? Power? What? Name it and it’s yours” McGarvey shook his head, but said nothing. In a large way, of course, Baranov was right. But there had to be reasons, there had to be sanity. He had to be able to believe in that much. “Why” Baranov asked again. “Because of Powers?

  Because of those officers in Germany, or the crew of the submarine? Is this for revenge” He was agitated.

  “Yes” McGarvey said softly, his voice barely a whisper. And for mysey’, he thought. What I’ve become because of men like you. “You’re the loyal soldier, is that it? The dedicated intelligence officer. Fuck your mother, you stupid bastard, all these years you’ve been betrayed. Did you know that”

  “We’ll wait “

  “His code name is White Knight. He has worked with me for years”

  “Which makes him a Russian patriot”

  “He’s a traitor “

  “And you’re going to hand him over to me. You’re going to kill him.

  It’ll be his reward for long years of service”

  “He betrayed you” Baranov argued. “If we all die here he will go on.

  Someone will take my place. Others will fall … innocent people … he is very good. You can’t believe ” McGarvey raised his pistol so that it was pointing directly at Baranov’s head. “No” the Russian cried.

  “Believe in me! I will kill her” Lorraine’s eyes were still closed. She was shivering even more. “There is no time” Baranov screeched.

  “McGarvey”

  “Then go” McGarvey said, stepping away from the doorway. He did not lower his gun. Hope flickered across Baranov’s eyes. “Put your gun down”

  “Go” McGarvey growled. “While you still have the chance”

  Baranov’s gaze shifted to Lorraine, whose shivering was steadily increasing. “I want your word, McGarvey. I don’t want to be shot in the back”

  “You have it. Now get out of here”

  “What about White Knight? He is “

  “Go while you can” McGarvey roared. Baranov quickly edged his way across the room while keeping his gun trained on the bed. At the open door he looked into Mcgarvey’s eyes. “You’re not so different” he said. He spun on his heel and disappeared out into the corridor.

  Without hesitation, McGarvey stepped out the doorway after him and fired two shots in rapid succession, striking Baranov high in the back and in the base of his skull, driving him forward.

  “I lied” McGarvey said softly. Baranov tried to rise up, blood streaming from his wounds. McGarvey took a few steps closer and fired a third time at Point-blank range into the back of the Russian’s head, slamming him back down.

  He fired again. And again, the bullets pumping into Baranov’s inert form. And still he pulled the trigger until the ejector slide stopped.

  The director of the KGB was dead. Long live the KGB. McGarvey let the empty pistol fall from his hand. Outside, several cars raced up the driveway and screeched to a halt in front of the house.

  He turned and went back into the bedroom. Lorraine, her eyes wide, was looking at him.

  “It’s finished, my darling” he said, approaching the bed.

  She had stopped shivering, but she was blinking her eyes frantically.

  “He’s dead” McGarvey said. Someone entered the stairhall and started up the stairs. There were a lot of them. He could hear them shouting back and forth, and could hear the squawk of their walkie-talkies.

  “Nothing will happen to you now” McGarvey told her. He reached down for the tape across her mouth. “I promise you. I I Her nostrils were flared, and a low moan formed at the back of her throat. “It’s all right They were in the corridor, and someone came to the open doorway. He shouted something in Russian. “We’re Americans” McGarvey said in English. He had hold of the edge of the tape. Lorraine moaned again, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. “Put your hands over your head immediately, or I will open fire” the man in the doorway shouted in English. She was trying to tell him something. With her eyes. What?

  “Now” the Russian shouted. McGarvey let his eyes go down to the C4 taped obscenely to her thighs. Wires led from the plastique to a small package, which he figured contained the battery and firing mechanism. A second pair of wires ran beneath her left leg and disappeared. “God in heaven” McGarvey breathed, his body going rigid. “Put your hands up.” the Russian ordered. “Listen to me” McGarvey called out, his eyes locked into Lorraine’s. “There are explosives taped to this woman’s body. I think they’re wired to some sort of a pressure switch. The Russian at the doorway said nothing. “Do you understand me” McGarvey called, not daring to raise his voice. “Yes, I do. Now step away from the bed very carefully. McGarvey hesitated. “Do as I say, Mr. McGarvey, I have a demolitions expert with me. Please step away from the bed”

  “It’ll be all right” McGarvey whispered to her. “Believe me” Slowly he moved away from the side of the bed and turned to the men crowded in the doorway. “Get out of here, we’ll take care of it” the Russian said.

  He looked very young. He held a big automatic in his right hand.

  “I’ll stay” McGarvey said. “Did you kill Baranov”

  “Get your demolitions man in here, god damnit! Now”

  “Did you kill him” the Russian asked implacably. “Yes, you sonofabitch.

  Now get your man in here”

  “Good” the Russian said. “You can stay” He turned. “Get Valeri up here on the double.

  She was all right physically, but Baranov had done something to her.

  Something terrible. It was still in her eyes, and he supposed it would always be there. “Perhaps you are right. In any event it is a moot point now” Lieutenant Lukyanov glanced at Lorraine. “She will be okay”

  “I don’t know”

  “What about you” Lieutenant Lukyanov asked, turning back to McGarvey.

  “You are a spy. You do this sort of thing all the time. I sincerely hope that you do not show up on Soviet soil again”

  “This is Germany” Lieutenant Lukyanov smiled thinly. “I’m just a simple policeman, not Spycatcher” Spycatcher was a KGB agent in popular Soviet fiction.

  McGarvey returned the smile.

  Lieutenant Lukyanov reached across him and opened the side door. “G
o” he said. “I cannot drive you across, but you and Dr. Abbott will not be hindered. And I believe someone is waiting for you”

  “You’re a long way from Moscow”

  “And you from Washington, Mr. McGarvey. Go in peace.

  EAST BERLIN

  “We’re in the wrong business for that” McGarvey said.

  “How did you know my name” McGarvey asked the. They shook hands and he stepped down out of the van. Lieutenant Lukyanov helped Lorraine out, and McGarvey had Russian cop. ‘ wasn’t sure, it was you. But we’d been told that you to hold her to keep her from falling. She was shivering again. were on the move, and that you had an old vendetta with The lieutenant slid the door closed, the van backed away from them, turned and drove off, leaving them standing there Chairman Baranov it was just dawn. They sat in the back of a panel van, alone. downtown near the Brandenburg Gate. The sodium vapor With the morning, traffic had begun to build up on both lights were pale against the gray morning sky.

  Still holding Lorraine tightly, McGarvey led her down the broad sidewalk past the remains of the East sides of the border.

  “He was a very bad man, Mr. McGarvey” Lieutenant Lukyanov continued. “We had come to arrest him. My capgerman sentry complex, none of the soldiers paying them tain thought he would return with us, but I disagreed” the slightest attention, only an occasional face turning their

  “Even if he had, he wouldn’t have stood trial” McGarvey way from one of the vehicles waiting to cross. said tiredly. He looked at Lorraine shivering in the corner.

  “It’s all right now” he said softly in her ear.

  At first she didn’t react. He didn’t know if she had even heard him. But then, as they walked, she slowly turned her head and looked up at him.

  “It’s over” he said. “We’re almost there”

  “Don’t leave me, Kirk” she whispered. “I won’t”

  WEST BERLIN

  John Trotter got out of the back of a dark red Mercedes sedan. He looked thinner to McGarvey, his features more gaunt, the planes of his face more sharply defined. “We need to get her to the hospital” McGarvey said. “Has she been injured? Is she hurt” Trotter asked in alarm. He looked and sounded completely strung out. “I don’t know, but I want someone to look at her. We’ll stay for a couple of days, if need be”