climbing behind the wheel. “Reverse!” he yelled, then looked over his shoulder and saw a police car on Lexington Avenue partially blocking their way. The van had started to reverse.
Sykes grabbed the wheel and looked over his shoulder. “Full throttle!” he yelled, and she stomped on it while he steered.
The van struck the police car where he had aimed it, just forward of the rear bumper, and the car spun about ninety degrees. “Stop!” he yelled, and Bess did. “Now, drive!” She turned until they were pointed downtown on Lex, and got lucky with the changing of the traffic signals. She had gone ten blocks before she had to run a red.
“Hang a left on Fifty-seventh Street!” Sykes yelled, and she did. “Turn right on Second Avenue!” They would go with the traffic. “Left on Thirty-fourth Street! Keep your speed up!”
Bess followed orders. “Where are we headed?” she asked.
“East Side Heliport.” He got out a phone and pressed a button. “Start your engine!” he said. “Request departure to the south!” He listened for a moment, then hung up. “With a little luck,” he said, “we’ll catch it just right.”
* * *
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Now rounds were coming through the front wall of the projection booth, and Eugene was on the floor, firing back at a point lower on the wall. He got to one knee and cracked open the door so that he could see the fire exit, then he flung himself at it, got it open, and ran out onto the landing, in time to see the van reverse, ram a cop car, then turn down Lexington. He was on his own.
He started down the stairs, his boots ringing on the steel steps, then caught a full burst from somewhere; he would never know where. He fell the rest of the way down the stairs and lay on his back, bleeding into the gutter.
* * *
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Why aren’t there any police cars?” Bess asked.
“Because it didn’t go down the way they expected,” Sykes replied. “Turn in there. The gate is open. Drive onto the ramp!”
She did exactly as he told her. A helicopter was sitting on the tarmac directly ahead of her, its rear door open, and she turned to avoid the rotor, then stopped. Sykes had opened her door and was pushing her out. “Into the chopper!” he said, and she dove for the door. He was on top of her. “Go!” he yelled, climbing off Bess and into a seat, grabbing a headset. “You know the routing,” he said into the mic. “You know the routing!”
Bess pulled herself up onto the rear seat beside him and found another headset.
“Where are we going?” Bess asked.
“To Virginia,” he said, “by a devious route.” He got his phone out and began making calls.
* * *
—
When he was sure the firing had stopped, Stone popped the door and looked warily around. The fire door on the other side of the theater was open, and Tom Blake and a couple of others were standing there, looking down at the sidewalk.
“Where have you been?” a female voice asked.
He turned to find the ersatz Holly, a pistol in her hand, looking at him. “How did this go down?” he asked.
“There was a guy hidden in the bulletproof podium over there. At a signal from Tom, we started firing up there.” She pointed with the pistol.
The projection booth was riddled with bullet holes, many of them large. “What was he using?”
“A heavy rifle with a long magazine. There was somebody in the booth, firing back.”
“Who fired first?” Stone asked.
She paused, then said, “Impossible to say.”
60
Bess felt airsick after a few minutes of sharp turns. She found a bag in the seat pocket in front of her and threw up in it.
“How are you feeling, Bess?” Sykes asked after a moment.
“I don’t know,” she said, “how do I look?”
“Sick,” he said.
“I’m sick, but I’m getting better,” she replied, then threw up again into the bag. Now she felt better. She settled back into her seat and loosened the belt a little.
“Now you look better,” Sykes said.
“I’m better,” she replied.
Sykes looked at his watch. “We’re going to pick up a passenger in about an hour,” he said.
“Where?”
“D.C. Well, not exactly D.C. College Park, Maryland.”
Bess shook her head, leaned back, and closed her eyes. If he was going to shoot her, now would be a good time.
* * *
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A half hour later she noticed they were much closer to the ground—perhaps no more than a hundred feet. She looked forward and saw