the Assassins' stronghold in Syria?"
"Oh." The Archer turned sharply, That's what it reminded him of! "And how was that fortress taken?"
The Major smiled, keeping his eyes to the objective. "With more resources than we have, my friend if they ever fortify the whole hilltop, it would take a regiment with helicopter support even to get inside the perimeter. So how do you plan to do it?"
"Two groups."
"Agreed." The Major didn't agree with any of this. His training-all of it supplied by the Russians-told him that this mission was madness for so small a force, but before he could contradict a man like the Archer he would have to show his combat skills. That meant running mad risks. In the meantime, the Major would try to nudge his tactics in the right direction.
"The machines are on the slopes to the north. The people are on the knoll to the south." As they watched, the headlights of buses were moving from one place to the other. It was shift-change. The Archer considered that, but he had to make his attack in darkness and leave in darkness, else they'd never get away.
"If we can get in close without being detected may I make a suggestion?" the Major asked quietly. "Go on."
"Take everything in together to the high ground in the center, then attack downhill against both places."
"It's dangerous," the Archer noted at once. "There is much open ground to be covered on both sides."
"It's also easier to reach the jump-off point unobserved. An approach by one group is less likely to be spotted than one by two groups. Place our heavy weapons there, and they can observe and support both assault teams "
Here was the difference between an instinctive warrior and a trained soldier, the Archer admitted to himself. The Major knew better than he how to measure hazards one against the other. "I don't know about the guard towers, though. What do you think?"
"I'm not sure. I-" The Major pushed his commander's head down. A moment later an airplane streaked down the valley.
"That was a MiG-21, reconnaissance version. We are not dealing with fools." He looked to make sure that all his men were under cover. "We may just have had our pictures taken."
"Did they-"
"I don't know. We'll have to trust in God for that, my friend. He has not let us come this far to fail," the Major said, wondering if that were true or not.
"So where are we going?" Gregory asked in the parking lot. "Meet me at the mall, south side of the lot, okay? I just hope it'll fit in the car."
"See you there." Gregory walked to his car and drove off.
Bea waited a few minutes before following. There was no sense in having anyone notice that they left at the same time. She was excited now. To combat this, she tried driving slowly, but it was so out of character that it merely fed her excitement, and as though by its own accord the Datsun seemed to work its way up through the gears and change lanes. She arrived in the mall parking lot twenty minutes later.
Al was waiting. He'd parked his car two spaces away from a station wagon, well out from the nearest store. He'd even picked more or less the right place, Bea Taussig noticed as she pulled in alongside his car and got out.
"What kept you?" he asked.
"No real hurry."
"So now what?"
Bea didn't really know. She knew what was to happen, but not how they planned to do it-in fact, she didn't even know for sure that it was a they doing it. Perhaps Ann was going to handle the thing all by herself. She laughed to cover her nervousness.
"Come on," she said, waving for him to follow.
"This must be some birthday present," Gregory noted. Off to his right, he noted a car backing out of its place.
Bea noted that the lot was crowded with cars but not people. The afternoon shoppers had gone home for dinner, the new arrivals were just beginning their activity, and the movie crowd wouldn't come for another hour or so. Even so, she was tense as her eyes scanned left and right. She was to be one lane over from the movie entrance. The time was right. If anything went wrong, she almost giggled to herself, she'd have to pick out a large, bulky present. But she didn't have to. Ann was walking toward her. She carried nothing but a large purse.. "Hi, Ann!" Taussig called.
"Hello, Bea-oh,