Outside, men beat on the front doors, yelling to be let in. Gentry left the lobby and the injured men behind. They’d recover soon, some perhaps in under a minute, and their heads would kill them for hours or days. Their ankles would incapacitate them for longer, but more important, they would require immediate care, care that would take more guards, police, soldiers, and other first responders to organize and carry out, leaving fewer available to hunt for the kidnapper.
Gentry returned to the back door while reloading his pistol, and here he rolled Oryx onto a two-wheeled hand truck that he’d been given by Zack. It was a small, collapsible, lightweight device, made principally of telescoping PVC pipes with a hard honeycomb plastic floor plate and fat rubber tires. He positioned the heavy body on the two-wheeler, took a moment to tuck the arms inside the attached bungee cord, and then paused a moment to catch his breath.
The gunfire outside continued in short bursts. It sounded confused, spread out.
It sounded like trouble, but still he heard nothing around his side of the building.
Court unhooked the dead bolt at the back door and opened it, looking first to the left, the direction of the square. It was clear.
Then he looked to the right. Two civilian men stood in the dirt road. They looked like Beja fishermen, and their arms were empty of weapons. Court pointed his pistol at them, and they raised their hands immediately. He told them to go in Arabic, and they just stood there. But when he waved the pistol with its long silencer attached, in a motion to mimic their getting out of the street, they seemed to understand, and they disappeared in seconds.
A minute later, Gentry jogged in the shadows, pushing the hand truck with the president on it in front of him. He’d made it two blocks to the south and had only seen the two confused civilians, who had done nothing to impede his progress. Court then ran past a long, low wall and turned inside an open gate to a private residence. In the small dirt courtyard he lowered the two-wheeler to the ground and knelt beside it. He was a hundred yards away from the front door of the bank now. He’d made one right turn and then a left down narrow passages and was semi-confident he had neither been spotted nor left any sort of a trail with his feet or his wheels.
The crackle of gunfire from the square continued.
As if on cue, Oryx’s head began to roll to the left and the right. Court unstrapped the president and sat him up, slapped him a few times across the face. He pulled flexi-cuffs out of his backpack and fastened the Sudanese president’s arms in front of his body. He reached for a bottle of water staged for quick access in a side pocket of his pack, opened it, and splashed it liberally across the big black man’s face and poured a quick shot over his bald head.
Oryx came to fully. He was still disoriented, and his pupils were dilated. Gentry made him take a few swigs of the water, then he slapped him again.
Oryx spat the water up immediately, most of it hitting Court in the face. Abboud then tried to reach out and swat away the phantom bright lights in front of his eyes.
Gentry shouted over the inevitable ringing in Abboud’s ears. “Wake up! Hey. Open your eyes! Look at me! Look at me.”
He had the man’s full attention now. His eyes were wide but clearly whited out in the center from the blinding light of the Big Bang. He took in the scene and the man in front of him by looking at him in a sideways glance. He was clearly shocked but recovering from what must have appeared little more than a dream a few seconds earlier.
Oryx shook his head, attempting still to clear out confusion, the bright dancing lights, the ceaseless ringing in his ears.
Court had been flash-banged many times in training, but the gizmo he’d used on Oryx and his guards was new, and it was nasty. Gentry was glad he’d never been on the business end of an acousto-optical stun device of this magnitude.
In Arabic Oryx shouted, “Who are you? Where . . . what is happening to—”
Gentry responded in English. “Listen up. I was sent to kill you. That was my job. But someone else wanted me to kidnap you instead. Do