Jason. He wondered. 'Get in!' he ordered the commando as the third fuel truck blasted over the field and into the early light.
'Right!' yelled the assassin, raising his head and straightening his body for the leap up the steps. Then suddenly, as another deafening explosion took place and the plane's engines roared, the killer spun round on the ladder, his right foot plunging towards Bourne's groin, his hand lashing out to deflect the weapon.
Jason was ready. He crashed the barrel of his gun into the commando's ankle, then swung it up, smashing it across his temple; blood flowed as the killer fell back into the fuselage. Bourne leaped up the steps, kicking the unconscious body of the impostor back, across the metal floor. He yanked the hatchway into place, slamming the latches down, and securing the door. The plane began to taxi, instantly swerving to the left away from the flaming centre of danger. Jason ripped the knapsack from his belt, pulled out a second length of nylon rope and tied the assassin's wrists to two widely separated seat clamps. There was no way the commando could free himself- none that Bourne could think of- but just in case he was mistaken, Jason cut the rope attached to the assassin's ankles, separated his legs and tied each foot to the opposite clamps across the aisle.
He got up and started towards the flight deck. The aircraft was now on the runway, racing down the blacktop; suddenly the engines were cut. The plane was stopping in front of the terminal, where the group of government officials was gathered, watching the ever-growing conflagrations taking place less than a quarter of a mile away to the north.
'Kai bar said Bourne, placing the barrel of his automatic against the back of the pilot's head. The co-pilot whirled around in his seat. Jason spoke in clear Mandarin as he shifted his arm. 'Watch your dials, and prepare for takeoff, then give me your maps.'
'They will not clear us!' yelled the pilot. 'We are to pick up five outgoing commissioners!'
To where?
'Baoding.'
'That's north,' said Bourne.
'Northwest,' insisted the co-pilot.
'Good. Head south.'
'It will not be permitted!' shouted the pilot.
'Your first duty is to save the aircraft. You don't know what's going on out there. It could be sabotage, a revolt, an uprising. Do as I tell you, or you're both dead. I really don't care.'
The pilot snapped his head around and looked up at Jason. 'You are a Westerner! You speak Chinese but you are a Westerner. What are you doing?'
'Commandeering this aircraft. You've got plenty of runway left. Take off South! And give me the maps.'
The memories came back. Distant sounds, distant sights, distant thunder.
'Snake lady, snake lady! Respond! What are your sector co-ordinates?'
They were heading towards Tarn Quan and Delta would not break silence. He knew where they were and that was all that mattered. Command Saigon could go to hell, he wasn't about to give the North Viet monitoring posts an inkling as to where they were going. 'If you won't or can't respond, Snake Lady, stay below six hundred feet! This is a friend talking, you assholes! You don't have many down here! Their radar will pick you up over six-fifty.'
I know that, Saigon, and my pilot knows it, even if he doesn't like it, and I still won't break silence.
'Snake Lady, we've completely lost you! Can any retard on that mission read an air map?'
Yes, I can read one very well, Saigon. Do you think he'd go up with my team trusting any of you? Goddamnit, that's my brother down there! Fm not important to you but he is!
'You're crazy, Western man!' yelled the pilot. 'In the name of the spirits, this is a heavy aircraft and we're barely over the treetops!' 'Keep your nose up,' said Bourne, studying a map. 'Dip and grab altitude, that's all.'
That is also foolishness!' shouted the co-pilot. 'One downdraught at this level and we are into the forests! We are gone!
'The weather reports on your radio say there's no turbulence anticipated-'
'That is above? screamed the pilot. 'You don't understand the risks! Not down here?
'What was the last report out of Jinan?' asked Jason, knowing full well what it "was.
'They have been trying to track this flight to Baoding,' said the officer. They have been unable to do so for the past three hours. They are now searching the Hengshui mountains ... Great spirits, why am I telling you! You heard the reports yourself! You speak better than my parents,