Drake spotted them intermittently. Several were talking into wrist mics and clicking Bluetooth ear receivers. Instructions were being sought.
What worried Drake was the Blood King’s reputation. What had probably been a good move on any other day and with any other enemy could well backfire on him today. Hudson was already labouring, he noticed. That kid needed to lay off the bacon butties and stick to lettuce for a while.
The sudden sound of a machine-gun’s rattle brought him up short.
The mad bastards were sprinting up Duval Street, machine-guns shouldered, firing as they ran.
Drake did the only thing he could. Dragging Ben and screaming at Alicia to follow, he cut left and pounded straight through the grounds of a restaurant. Slamming people aside, he charged through the front door.
*****
Hayden forced them on by sheer will power alone. Even then it was only when Kennedy heard sounds of pursuit coming along their own path that she put a spurt on. With the bad guys just behind they broke free of the palm-tree lined path and emerged onto a sun-drenched causeway. High concrete embankments were fashioned to form a docking area, running up to the wide road with every manner of boat imaginable tied up to either side. The causeway was their only way forward, yet it offered no concealment.
Hayden kept on repeating the old Jaye doctrine over and over in her head. Survive another minute. Survive just another minute.
When she glanced back again she saw the lead pursuers break clear of the trees. She dropped to her knees and quickly fired off three shots. The men went down in a tangle, catching the legs of those behind them. Mayhem ensued.
Kennedy had sprinted on ahead and now turned, squinting in the bright sunshine. “Boat’s the only way off here. Any preferences?”
“One that’s already running.” Kinimaka barrelled past her and almost bounced off the causeway, landing on the deck of a big white speedboat that lay at rest, burbling in its own gentle wake. Its owners started around in alarm at the big man and then grew even more upset when he waved his gun at them.
“Off.”
Without hesitation they dived into the clear, rippling water.
“Nice day for a swim anyway,” Kinimaka muttered as Kennedy came to his shoulder.
Hayden landed feet first in the speedboat with shots slamming and skimming off the concrete causeway above her. “Go!”
Kinimaka slammed a huge paw at the throttle. The speedboat responded with a furious roar, taking off faster than a slapper heading backstage at a Kid Rock concert. They threw themselves into the bottom of the boat as machine-gun fire fizzed through the air, less deadly at range than the venomous shouts that were aimed their way.
Hayden put her head up a little and was thankful to see the causeway fading behind. “Keep to the coast!” She shouted at Kinimaka. “We need to call Drake.”
And then, behind them, she heard the unmistakable whickering of fast-moving blades.
“Chopper!”
*****
Drake prayed the savages back there had ceased fire when their quarry entered the restaurant. Attacking a CIA safe-house and a military cruiser was one thing – shooting between tourists on one of the busiest streets in Florida was urban warfare.
He raced through the tables, shouting and urging everyone to clear out. Blank looks greeted him at first and a little laughter, until they saw his gun. Then there was a sudden upsurge and a cacophony of screams. But Drake and his colleagues were already through it, the blockage intended to slow their hunters down.
Out through the back door and they were in a small alley. Drake cut left, dragging Ben. A minute later and they were on another street.
An open-topped sports car idled at the kerb before them, its occupant shouting into a mobile phone.
Drake glanced around at Alicia. “That’ll do.”
*****
Kinimaka pushed the throttle as hard as he dared. Something as powerful as a speedboat could quickly flip and crash in the hands of an inexperienced driver. The chopper soared high into the sky and then angled towards them, men dangling from its open doors with weapons aimed.
The chopper came alongside. Kinimaka turned sharply just as the bad guys opened fire. The boat swerved with a massive plume of water and spray, sending a wave across the helicopter’s bows. The machine jerked when the pilot became unsighted and one of the shooters lost his grip and fell screaming into the ocean.
“Hope Blackbeard’s waiting down there for you, you asshole,” Kinimaka breathed.
The helicopter was swinging around again. Head on, Hayden fired a few shots. Even this close her small revolver struggled to hit the target but she saw at least one of the bullets smash a spider-pattern into the windshield.
But without veering an iota off course the huge machine ploughed on.
This time Kinimaka swerved them underneath the chopper, but the pilot had guessed their strategy. He jerked on the collective, shot the chopper up and over the huge surge of water and dropped it down on the other side.
Good pilot, Hayden thought as she lined his forehead up between her sights and pulled the trigger.
Men’s bodies were dangling so far out of the chopper doors that the only way they could stay grounded was by other men hanging on to their ankles. A mighty strafe of machine-gun fire erupted. Hayden felt white heat tangle her hair and pass so close to her temple that it left heat residue on her skin.
She fell back, staring up at the bright sky. It had all almost ended right then. Little blisters of heat still festered on her temple.
But then the chopper dived and headed straight for the speedboat.
*****
Drake kicked out the squawking sports car owner and jumped behind the wheel. Once the others were inside he set off at pace.
Checked the rear view. No bad guys were coming around that corner yet.
Alicia was grinning from ear to ear. “Fucksake Drake!” She shouted. “That sure made me horny. And keeping to the pirate vernacular - want me to walk your plank?”
Hudson laughed along with her, obviously accepting her for what she was. Maybe that was why she liked the bearded geek. And now Drake knew she did like the lad. He had seen her covering him with her body, protecting him, making sure he didn’t stray too far. He had never imagined Alicia Myles would fall for a man.
The old Alicia would have been positioning his chunky body in front of her at every turn. And on top of that, he wondered, why had she decided to change sides?
Did she know something about the Blood King?
Drake stepped on the accelerator, weaving in and out of traffic, enjoying the roar of the refined engine. They had outstripped their followers by miles. He found his mobile and tapped the speed dial.
*****
Kennedy heard the phone ring and practically wet herself. Machine-guns had just opened fire. The boats deck had been hit badly, and was taking on water. All they needed at the next pass was for one of the bad guys to grow a brain and aim for the engine.
“What?”
“Alright, love? It’s Matt.”
“I know. Where are you?”
“Leaving Key West by car. You?”
How the hell could he sound so serene and matter-of-fact? “We’re in a goddamn firefight here!” In the background she could hear young Ben chatting to his dad and laughing. Their world seemed a more than a world away.
The chopper was coming in low. Kinimaka had steered the speedboat close to the embankment that led to Highway 1, the overseas highway that linked the Keys to Florida and Miami. They were so close they could see the people in their cars craning over to take a look.
“Are you on Highway 1 yet?”
“Just. Why?”
In the next moment the roar of the chopper drowned out everything except fear and adrenalin and personal well-being. The skids hovered inches from the racing speedboat. Men were now standing on the skids, taking better aim. Hayden picked off two and sent them somersaulting through the turbulence into the sea.
More men stepped out to the slaughter.
Was Boudreau in the chopper? Hayden wondered. Or on the other end of a phone, promising a harsh death to anyone who betrayed him.
Kinimaka threw his gun to Kennedy. He needed to concentrate on keeping them straight. Highway 1 loomed to their right. A bridge was coming up fast. If the speedboat flew under the bridge it might gain them a second or two.
“Three rounds left!” Kinimaka shouted. “Don’t waste ‘em!”
“Never do.” Kennedy took aim and sent another man hurtling to his death. Drake was shouting down the phone now, asking for their position. By the sound he couldn’t be that far behind.
Then she saw him to their right. A bright yellow drop-top Hummer with four people somehow crammed inside. She stared.
Jesus, Drake was stood in the passenger side taking aim with Alicia’s machine- gun.
Everything else was just a shrieking blur.
All three vehicles rocketed along at breakneck speed. The chopper beside the speedboat, the Hummer on the road beside them, keeping pace. Bullets flew from one to the other. Water and debris from the embankment slewed and sheeted over the bottom of the chopper and the sides of the boat. Kennedy slipped and started rolling around the boat. Hayden picked another bad guy off and then shook her weapon.
“Last one,” she flung it aside.
Then the skids of the chopper clipped the speed boat, making the watercraft swing up the embankment. Stones and moss and paper erupted from underneath. The boat hit the water again with a jarring thud but the manoeuvre had hurt them.
The chopper came in again.
In that moment Drake fired his machine-gun. A string of high-powered rounds clattered across the chopper’s windshield, stitching a desperate mouth shape into the glass. Blood sprayed around the cockpit and burst out through the bullet holes. The chopper veered up and then down. Men went free-falling from its wide-open doors, screaming all the way to their deaths.
The helicopter came crashing down onto the embankment as the speedboat flashed underneath it. The explosion shook the day apart. Metal and body parts and engine oil burst in every direction.
Kennedy stared at the wreckage they left in their wake. The sudden silence left by the departure of the chopper was almost deafening.
On the road above, Drake was waving at them to slide part-way up the embankment.
“Pull up there!” Hayden directed Kinimaka. “The car will be safer. They don’t know how Drake escaped.”
“Hopefully,” Kennedy mumbled as she began to crawl up the embankment.
In another moment Alicia Myles’ grinning face greeted them. “Not bad for a set of Yanks,” she shouted through the window. “Get the fuck in then. Let’s go!”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Headlights cut through the darkness, dead-straight, carving bright columns through the black night.
Key Largo was well behind them. They were approaching the city lights of Miami. Rows and rows of restaurants and gas stations and strip malls opened up on every side. They stopped briefly at a highly efficient Denny’s before heading further into the mix of dark and light that was the centre of Miami.
“Fountainbleu?” Ben asked from the back.
“Not this time,” Hayden said. “We should work on the assumption that everything is compromised just as our safe-house was. Remember Jonathan’s last words: Trust no one. Just me.”
“So let’s contact Gates first,” Drake said. “Tell him what we have. And then find a place to stay. Sound good?”
Hayden nodded. Drake stopped the vehicle and let her out to make the call. Silence reigned around the Hummers’ interior for a few minutes. Everyone was either too tired or too mentally blasted to strike up any kind of conversation. Hudson was asleep, snoring like a turbo-charged jack-hammer.
“And this car,” Drake said to no one in particular, “needs ditching about an hour ago.”
Hayden climbed back in, shaking her head. “Don’t know what’s got into him. I’ve never heard him sound so scared,” she said, her eyes meeting Drake’s in the crawling dark. She leaned towards him. “He’s ordered us to sit tight and wait. Stay hidden. That sound right to you?”
Drake shrugged. “Honestly? Something’s been badly off right from the start. If you’re asking me I’d say the Blood King has dirt on a lot of highly placed officials and now he’s playing the time card until he finds us.”
“He will find us,” Alicia spoke up from the back seat, unusually subdued. “It’s what he does.”
“What do you know of him?”
“Very little, I am afraid. But I do have an idea,” she said, tugging on Hudson’s beard to make him grunt in his sleep. “With this figure of fine health taking the lead.”
Drake looked around. “The Bearded Tit? Are you having a laugh?”
“Don’t worry. He won’t have to leave his desk.”
The SatNav showed various hotels in the vicinity. Drake drove until they found a middle-of-the-road place, something with a little class but without any of the tiring arrogance.
The hummer ticked in the midnight stillness, a beast at rest. “Somebody’s going to have to drop this thing off somewhere and catch a cab back.” Hayden pointed out.
“I’ll do it,” Kinimaka spoke up immediately. “Always wanted to drive one of these bad boys.”
“Well, don’t drive it too far,” Drake told him. “Ten, fifteen miles. Then get back here.”
They climbed out, sore and fatigued. Drake took a moment to stop Hayden. “You got enough cash on you to pay for this?”
“Maybe. If not Alicia here might have to put her mouth to some good use for a change.”
“Ooo,” Alicia let out a little squeal. “Whatever you like, honey.”
“There’s always another safe-house, but . . .”
“In these Days Of No Trust? Skip it. That’s an old Magnum song, by the way. Blakey here wouldn’t even know we were taking the piss out of him. See how kind I can be, munchkin?”
“He means ‘no’.” Ben twirled a finger around his temple. “It’s an age thing.”
The foyer was spacious, dominated by a big, stone marble-topped check-in desk. A pretty clerk greeted them as if she’d known them their whole lives.
Drake spoke before Hayden could say a word. “Could we see a floor plan please?”
“The . . . excuse me?”
“I have a condition.”
“Oh!” Worked every time. “I guess there’s a floor plan over there showing the fire layout.”
Drake took a moment. “How’s rooms twenty-six to twenty-nine? They free? Failing that, corresponding rooms on any floor above.”
Ben whispered: “Stop with the big words, dickhead. You don’t know what they mean.”
The clerk affirmed that the rooms were free. Drake checked his mobile whilst Hayden sorted the payment out. He’d gotten a couple of texts. Ironically, one from Wells and one from Mai, both to say they had arrived at Miami International.
“Wait,” he motioned to Hayden. “Can you get hold of Kinimaka and ask him to swing by the airport. Backup has arrived.”
Kennedy gave him a look. “Anyone in particular?”
“Wells. And Mai.”
Ben’s neck jerked round so fast his head almost fell off. “Mai? The Mai?”
“You know of her?” Kennedy huffed at him. “Then you know more than I do.”
Ben didn’t catch the unhappy tone. “I know the legends. A few of them anyway. Drake wouldn’t elaborate on the more-” he paused, “ . . . dangerous ones.”
“Subtle.” Drake shook his head. “Look. She’s one of the best operatives in the world. We’re lucky she’s here. And Wells is here too. I don’t particularly like the guy but he has some great connections. Deal with it.”
“Wells?” Alicia hissed. “I was hoping that old bastard was dead by now.”
Drake seemed to remember her having issues with their old commander during the ‘Odin thing’. “You threw him down a
well, Alicia. Wasn’t that enough?”
“Not even close, Drakey.”
“What’s your problem with Wells anyway?”
But Alicia was already huddling with Hudson. Again it struck Drake as out of character for the careless, violent woman he knew and distrusted. Add to that the fact that both she and Hudson were fugitives. He pigeonholed it for now and started ushering people towards the lifts.
Remembered the layout. Stone desk. Jungle of potted plants to its right. Sofas and a huge fish-tank and a display of fine wines to the left. Three entry doors, one double and revolving, the others single and automatic. A sign that said the stairs were beyond the fish tank. A sturdy drinks dispenser next to the check-in desk. Would they have armed security here? Unknown.
Five minutes later and they were checking their rooms. Drake reconnoitred in his own way and chuckled when he noticed the others doing the same. Only Ben stayed in the middle of the room, taking it all in.
“Cool place.”
Drake noticed the adjoining door. Perfect.
“Lines of defence,” he said. “This room. Then through the door to the next room. Then-” he pointed out the door to where the corridor dog-legged and finished up against a brick wall. Their other two rooms were at its far end. “Then those two, same principle. Agreed?”
“I’m guessing the fourth and final room has good egress?” Alicia asked carefully.
“Of course, Myles. What do you take me for?”
“Well, my initial reaction is to say a ‘fresh, pussy-whipped army dropout with no damn clue what he wants, still living with his long-dead memories. But I could be wrong.”
“Fuck you.” Drake checked the room for vantage points and places where there might be shelter from bullets. He went and checked the distance from the door to the dog-leg’s hallway.
“Only problem I can see with these rooms is they don’t offer a decent view of the hotel’s entrance.”
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