The Last Bazaar

by David Leadbeater

  Drake thrust branches aside and leapt across clusters of fallen branches, vaulted ankle-hungry ditches and squeezed between boughs. The trailing mercenary then turned and risked a glance, saw Dahl only a meter from his heels and withdrew a knife. Drawing a hand back to throw he stumbled into an unseen channel and crashed among the fallen vegetation. A scream was muffled by the jungle. Dahl fell on him with gusto, pent up from all the sneaking around and necessities to make nice to evil men. Drake forged further ahead, closing in on the next merc.

  The man sensed him, withdrew a gun whilst facing the front and then whirled quickly with it clasped in one hand. The shot blasted past Drake’s shoulder, thudding into a tree branch. Drake jumped onto a tangle of brush and used its spring to launch himself at the other man. The impact sent the gun flying and another shot zinging upward at the canopy. Drake throat-punched his man and took an elbow to the eye. Grunting, he flinched away but still managed to throw an extra-debilitating set of knuckles to his opponent’s own eye socket. With the man clutching at his head, Drake finished him off.

  “Hurry up, for fuck’s sake,” Alicia growled from up ahead. “Bitch is getting away.”

  Drake chased her further into the thick mass just as it began to thin out. Ahead he spied a clearing, a stream running through the middle and a set of dark huddled shapes. Alicia quickly flung herself headlong as Kenzie and her boys whirled and unleashed lead.

  Drake hugged a tree. Dahl crouched at its base, prepping his handgun as splinters whizzed by his head. After a moment he glanced up at Drake. “Ready?”

  “Just waiting for you.”

  Dahl returned fire, sending the mercs scrambling for cover. Drake took a moment to survey the clearing, seeing now that the set of dark shapes were long thatched huts with ragged holes for doors and no windows. Drab gray in color they appeared run down, overgrown and abandoned. Kenzie, it seemed, had known about them.

  Drake called loud enough for his team to hear. “Move in carefully. She may have some kind of a stash here.”

  Dahl and Alicia laid a little covering fire as the team maneuvered to a more advantageous position. As he moved to the far side of the huts, Drake began to see a much larger picture. What had appeared to be a small clearing was actually a larger encampment. Two separate rutted tracks led away into the jungle with two old Jeeps and a rusted, multi-colored bus to one side. A more modern, timber-built building stood with its back to the high trees. Drake even saw a bright yellow prop plane at the far side of the clearing, though how it had arrived was a mystery. The trail was just too narrow. As they watched, Kenzie and her men broke across the large encampment, skirted a small lake and made for the building. Drake and Alicia picked off one man between them and the others scattered.

  “Move!”

  Dahl and Kinimaka crab-walked to the side of the hut, flattening their bodies to the leafy wall. The team closed in fast before their enemies could establish valuable positions, harassing them all the way. Drake ducked two bullets, realized his luck wouldn’t last much longer, and jumped headlong into one of the Jeeps. More bullets clanged off the hood and one ricocheted around the interior. Alicia was crouched at the rear and now crawled into the open bed.

  “Let’s go!”

  “I can’t . . .” Drake clammed up as he raised his head and spied the keys dangling in the ignition. So this had been Kenzie’s way in and way out—an old meth station probably that she’d commandeered for the day. He turned the key, cranking the engine as Dahl and Kinimaka ducked around the back. The windshield exploded in a hail of glass. Drake squirmed into the footwell, depressed the gas pedal and aimed the Jeep in as straight a direction as he could manage without lifting his head above the steering wheel. Lead zipped and popped off the paintwork as the vehicle closed in on the mercs. Alicia groaned as she unbalanced in the back, slamming her shoulders against the rear window which exploded into jagged splinters.

  A moment later Drake saw the edge of a roof block out the green leafery.

  “Brace!”

  The Jeep smashed into the wooden structure, luck sending it against a load-bearing support. When the thick member splintered, the entire construction creaked and the guns suddenly went quiet.

  Drake slipped backwards out of the car. The vision ahead was utter chaos. The roof came down fast, the walls buckling as three men disseminated as fast as their legs could go. A jagged portion of roof sliced down on top of one, the blood fountain causing Drake to avert his eyes. The other two stumbled into the roadway, one tripping over the deep ruts. Then, the edge of the roof smashed onto the Jeep and Drake was struck. Throwing up a hand he warded off the lighter chunks but a heavier piece sent him to his knees.

  Alicia pulled him aside. “Legs,” she said. “Put there for a reason.”

  Drake wrenched his body upright. Ahead, Dahl and Kinimaka were already pursuing the two fleeing mercs. Beyond that, Kenzie and one other man were attempting to climb aboard the second Jeep. Drake stopped, raised his gun and sighted on the tires.

  One burst should do it . . .

  The fourth or fifth bullet destroyed one of the tires and then Drake was changing mags.

  Kenzie shouted out, enraged. Drake saw a glimpse of her character as she lashed out at the man at her side, sending him out of the Jeep and backwards into the dirt. Then the woman was jumping out herself, and Drake saw the gun held at her side and the sword strapped to her back. Dahl pounded one escaping merc as Kinimaka dealt with another, then both men ran hard at Kenzie. Drake followed, eyes wary and Alicia approached from the far side. Kenzie didn’t wait around to chat, running for the broken-down bus. Drake adjusted his course and then paused as Dahl took his breath away.

  What the . . .

  One minute the Swede was loping after the last remaining merc, the next his body was flailing in the air with a rope looped around his ankle. Dahl swung head-down in a wide arc, shouting and cursing his bad luck.

  Drake followed the rope to its source, an overhanging tree branch. In many ways he wished he could leave his friend swinging there . . . dangling . . . at least for twenty minutes or so, but the Swede would make easy target practice for their enemies.

  Kinimaka lifted Dahl as Alicia unlooped the rope. Kenzie jumped into the bus. The last merc took aim but Drake was faster, knocking him off his feet with three to the chest and one to the middle of the forehead.

  To his credit, Dahl hit the ground running, having kept a bead on Kenzie the whole time. Drake struggled to catch up to him, an entire book of wisecracks desperately hovering on the tip of his tongue.

  “Hold up, Kenzie,” Alicia called out. “You’re on your own.”

  “Yeah,” came a reply. “Just how I like it, bitch.”

  Drake reflected that these two were probably not compatible as they all neared the bus. It took him a second to realize something else.

  “Back!” he cried. “Get back now!”

  No way would this woman, whom Alicia respected, corner herself this way. And if there was one trap . . .

  The team reacted to his instruction, stopping and then diving for nearby trees. Drake hauled at Alicia’s jacket and thrust her down as she chanced one last glance toward their prey.

  The bus shuddered and jigged in a set of mini-explosions, nothing major. More like a string of small charges, timed to burst as Kenzie’s pursuers ran down the length of the bus. Shit, this woman’s deadly.

  Alicia took off immediately, snubbing the explosions and flying glass and metal in her attempt to chase Kenzie down. Drake saw a figure leap from the front of the bus followed by legs pumping into the undergrowth, Alicia in hot pursuit.

  The bus split in half, both sides sliding away from each other with tortured shrieks of metal. One of the halves smashed to the thick earth with a massive soil and leaf displacement, filling the air with a cloud of vegetation.

  Another minute of running and a mound of huge, black round edged rocks formed the start of a steep hillside. Kenzie was already two levels up and now turned, rifle in
hand. Everyone dove left and right, rolling for cover.

  “Not alive,” Drake heard the woman’s words forced out through intense stress. “Never alive.”

  He understood a moment later it wasn’t true. Bullets slammed all around. If Kenzie really wanted to die she could take her own life. The Amazon offered many ways. He peered around a green cluster to see Alicia making her way up the side of the boulder mass, unseen by Kenzie.

  One chance.

  He fired, keeping Kenzie’s attention riveted firmly below.

  Alicia slipped between rocks, fleet of foot and as fast as a cat. Soon, she had reached a higher elevation than Kenzie and signaled to the rest of the team.

  Drake took point. “Give up now!” he shouted. “And we’ll take you back alive.”

  Kenzie emptied a mag in answer.

  Dahl fired back, then shouted. “Look above. You’re covered. You’re finished.”

  Kenzie growled, locking eyes with Alicia, then appearing to quickly decide that the rest of the team at least wouldn’t fire on her. She leapt off the rock, hit the jungle floor and rolled, coming up several feet from Dahl’s position and snarling.

  “You want me? Take me down, if you can.”

  Dahl deflected blows as he retreated. Kenzie kicked at his midriff, sending him over a log. Drake leapt in from one side, and Kinimaka from another. Suddenly Kenzie was reaching to her back and then the katana was in her hands, swinging left to right and glinting like the murderous eyes of a madman. All eyes swiveled as Alicia skidded to a stop only yards away.

  “Don’t . . .” she began.

  Then Kenzie whirled the blade left and right, her movements an orchestrated dance as her arms swayed and her body rolled. Drake evaded fast but still saw a rip appear in his sleeve and a line of blood open up across the top of his arm. Kinimaka saw his Glock whirl through the air, knocked form his hand. Terrified, the Hawaiian wasted a valuable moment checking that his hand was still attached to his wrist, and then Kenzie’s blade pushed at his throat.

  “Walk away,” she hissed. “Or he dies.”

  Alicia pressed the barrel of her gun against the back of Kenzie’s neck. “Drop the sword,” she said. “Or lose the head.”

  Drake rose slowly. Dahl emerged from the undergrowth, covered in mulch. The Yorkshireman unleashed the first of many. “Not having your best day, are you pal?”

  Dahl merely growled and then brushed himself down. “She’s not going to kill anyone. She wants to live.”

  Kenzie’s mouth became a thin, hard line. Kinimaka’s eyes betrayed just how close to puncturing his neck she was.

  Drake didn’t move. “If you shoot her right in the head she should be brain dead before she could force the point of that blade home.”

  Alicia sidestepped so that Kinimaka was out of her line of fire. “Close your eyes, Mano. Oh, and your mouth. Don’t wanna be swallowing anything too nasty.”

  Kenzie tensed. “You are really calling my bluff? Damn.”

  The katana swung away from the Hawaiian, arcing around as Kenzie spun and aimed at Alicia’s midriff. It flashed by with a millimeter of clearance as Alicia, alert and wily as ever, stepped beyond range. Drake watched in frustration as the point returned to Mano’s throat.

  “Mate,” he said. “That was your chance to move.”

  “I realize that now.” Kinimaka nodded then winced as the steel cut a little deeper.

  Dahl stepped forward and tried his luck. “Can we talk about this?”

  “Yeah,” Drake said. “He’d like to see your swing again. For that matter I’d like to see it again too. Maybe take a few photos.”

  Kenzie blinked a little despairingly. “Shit, if you were both my men I’d have shot you by now.”

  Alicia couldn’t hide a grin. “The gun is pointed at your head. Otherwise . . .”

  Now the woman dropped her eyes. “They work for you?”

  “They do as they’re told,” Alicia said with a straight face. “When they’re told to.”

  Kenzie eyed Dahl. “I bet.”

  “We can talk more about that,” Alicia said. “When you put the bloody katana down.”

  “And my terms of surrender?”

  Dahl took that one. “You live. You stick with us until we can safely remove you from the bazaar. You play along.”

  Drake didn’t like it, but saw the Swede’s reasoning. The bazaar was entering its final stages. They couldn’t risk not capturing their primary targets by hauling Kenzie to the boat. Like it or not this was their very last chance.

  Kenzie appeared to weigh her options. “I choose to fight then. I have nothing to lose.”

  “You’re looking to die?” Alicia snarled. “Then put the blade down and let me shoot you in the head.”

  A heavy stillness descended, a blanket that spread the entire scale of the human conscience. Alicia looked ready to commit murder whereas Dahl held both hands out in a placating manner. Kenzie simply walked her body around whilst holding the blade tip in place to stare Alicia right in the eyes.

  “You’re gonna shoot me right here? Then do it. Leave no enemies at your back, eh?”

  Alicia stared. “You said it.”

  She fired.

  CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

  Kenzie, battle-hardened, jaded, cynical and dangerous as she was, flinched when the gun went off. She recoiled even further when the bullet, traveling at 2500 feet per second, flashed across the side of her skull, leaving a blood trail in its wake. Kinimaka turned as Kenzie dropped the sword in shock and then stared, open-mouthed, at Alicia, nothing but a mixture of hatred and respect in her eyes.

  “Fucking bitch. I’ll pay you back for that one day.”

  Alicia shrugged. “But not today. Makes you look more appealing anyway.”

  “It does?”

  “A bit of character does a lot for a stupid face.”

  Dahl moved in, but this time Kinimaka retained his wits and was already scooping up the long, single-edged sword. The Swede’s eyes were a little crazy as he took the shoulder-holster from Kenzie and then motioned toward Kinimaka.

  “I’ll take the sword.”

  Drake sighed. “Shit, you’re crazier than she is.”

  Kenzie flicked a glance at them. “He is? I knew we shared something. Or perhaps we will do later.”

  Drake laughed. “Now, don’t hurt my feelings, love. I guess you like ’em dumb, huh?”

  Alicia glowered.

  Kenzie almost smiled. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

  Of course, Dahl hadn’t heard the conversation, so enamored was he of his new weapon. He made a show of sheathing the sword and then re-joined planet earth. “So? What’s next?”

  “Back to camp.” Kinimaka rubbed his throat a little daintily. “It’s getting dark and the revels will have started already. Hayden will be hopping up and down.”

  Drake eyed the jungle. “Let’s make it quick and cautious. I don’t think Ramses’ guards will venture so far away from camp, but they just might.”

  “Unlikely,” Kenzie put in. “This area of the Amazon is a hive for the drug and gun running cartels. That’s why I chose the abandoned base. Honestly, it’s almost expected that there will be trouble around here.”

  Alicia prodded her with the gun. “Honestly? From you? I think you need to take the soap outta your dirty mouth and start again.”

  “Like I said—you’ll get yours.”

  “Oh, I hope so.”

  Drake made a point of taking charge of Kenzie, separating the two women. They vacated the boulder mound area and made their way back to Kenzie’s camp, where the bus still shouldered and tearing metal emitted screeching sounds. Past that, they returned to the vicinity of the bazaar and the place they had first entered the jungle.

  Drake whispered in Kenzie’s ear. “Just so you know—we’d rather not do it right now but we intend to raze this place to the ground. Respect us and you live. Reveal us, and you’ll be the first to die. Are we clear?”

  “As moonshine,” Ken
zie muttered.

  Drake thought that was probably an affirmative and pushed her forward. Together, the team emerged from the foliage, glancing surreptitiously at the guards who picked up on them. Yorgi, remaining in the background until now, immediately emerged at the head of the group and brushed himself down.

  “Spot of fun,” he said, his accent seeming strange when forced, but receiving little attention from the guards. Drake reasoned their directive was no doubt to stop and prevent any trouble inside the bazaar. What happened beyond its confines was up to the guests themselves.

  “Go,” he muttered to the Russian. “Back to the tent. A little regroup first and a chat to Hayden. Make sure nothing’s happened and then back to it.”

  As if with perfect timing, the rain began to fall.

  *

  If Drake had thought the tent a little cramped before, the addition of Kenzie and her ego practically filled it. Though a prisoner, the woman acted as if in charge. Drake listened to Kinimaka making his quick call to Hayden, heard the expected insistences, and then watched darkness fall through a slit in the front of the tent. It took a long time for the rain to stop, and when it did the bazaar’s entertainments had become muted. Dahl and Alicia took a walk and returned fifteen minutes later with glum looks on their faces.

  “No go,” Alicia said. “Everyone’s hunkered down for the night. Guess even hardened terrorists don’t like to get wet.”

  Dahl nodded along. “The few specimens who are out barely warrant a second glance. I remember one of them from my days with the Swedish Special Forces. Elusive old boy; looks a thousand years old now.”

  “I had to drag ole Torsty away,” Alicia said with a frown. “Almost blew our cover.”

  Kenzie eyed the Swede. “Now I am jealous.”

  Drake ignored the antiquities smuggler though watched carefully as she began to pace. “We stay on mission,” he said. “No exceptions.”