that we couldn’t fire through the ceiling at Buck and Chet and take a chance of hitting the chopper. I mean, the four-man crew of the Black Hawk had no idea what the situation was except what Chet had told them, and Chet lies.
I could hear the rotor blades beating as the Black Hawk hovered above the roof. In about a minute, Chet and Buck would be airborne and on their way to Najran airbase, and we’d be left here to deal with the pissed-off Bedouin, whose sheik Chet and Buck had killed. Shit.
The chopper’s rotor blades were getting louder, then I heard the thump of the wheels hitting the roof.
Chet and Buck would have some explaining to do at Najran and at every stop on their way to Washington—but they’d killed The Panther and that would make people happy, and happy people don’t ask too many questions.
Unfortunately for Chet and Buck, the rest of the A-team was still alive, and we had a different story to tell. Now all we had to do was stay alive to tell it.
Brenner called out to everyone, “When the chopper lifts off, he’ll open fire again to cover himself.”
Correct. So let’s get the hell out of here. The staircase was not an option, so without anyone saying the obvious, we ran in a crouch toward the excrement shaft.
As we got to the door of the shaft, we heard the Black Hawk’s engine revving, and the pitch of the rotor blades changed as the big chopper began lifting off the roof. Almost immediately, two streams of red tracer rounds penetrated the roof and tore into the center of the floor.
We could now hear return fire from below—the Bedouin firing at the chopper through the windows. Then long bursts of machine-gun fire from the Black Hawk answered the Bedouin fire from below, taking the pressure off us for the moment.
We all quickly squeezed into the tight outhouse, and Brenner said he’d go first and establish a beachhead on the next level, where the Bedouin were hopefully not using the squatter. He squeezed himself into the hole, dangled by his fingers, and dropped as quietly as possible to the next level, then got down on one knee and covered the door with his M4.
We could hear more bursts of AK-47 fire as the Bedouin continued to fire at the chopper, which must have been almost out of their range by now. There wasn’t much good news at the moment except that the Bedouin undoubtedly thought that all the Americans were on that helicopter. No such luck.
It took a few minutes for each of us to drop, level by level, squatter hole by squatter hole, to the last level below the diwan, right above the excrement level, which was pungent.
We were all jammed into the indoor outhouse now and Brenner put his ear to the door, saying softly, “I don’t hear anything.”
The surviving Bedouin were either still on one of the higher levels, or they’d taken the stairs down and were in the courtyard, which would not be good.
Our choice now was either to get out of the outhouse and go down the stairs, or drop through the last hole and land in the pile of shit, which didn’t seem so bad at this point. Both ways would get us to the ground floor, but not get us to our Land Cruiser and out of here. To do that, we might have to knock off the rest of the Bedouin, and to be honest I didn’t want to kill any more of them. But neither did I want them to kill us. Actually, since we’d wasted a bunch of them, and since our Hellfires had vaporized their sheik and their buddies, we’d be lucky if they only killed us.
Kate whispered, “We can’t stay here. The Bedouin from the rock pile could be on the way.”
Good point. We didn’t want to deal with more pissed-off Bedouin.
As we were contemplating our next move—stairs or free fall into the shit pile—we heard footsteps above us in the diwan, and voices in Arabic. If I had to guess, I’d say the Bedouin thought we were gone and they were rummaging through the stuff we’d left behind.
Well, before they took the stairs down, this was our chance to get out of here, and we all knew that.
The staircase was quicker and cleaner than the excrement route, so I threw open the door and we moved rapidly across the dark, windowless tower room,