away; every passing moment would make him harder to hit.
But right now he was still well within range. Another roll as more shots kicked up fountains of snow. Each impact got closer, the mercenary adjusting his aim to follow him—
Everyone in the cable car flinched away from the noise of the MP5 as the mercenary fired.
Except Nina. She lashed out, knocking Stikes back from the door—then hurled herself bodily at the mercenary—
Tackling him out of the cable car.
“Nina!” Larry cried, but she was gone.
Trees rushed up at her. She screamed, the mercenary beneath her doing likewise as they plunged into the snow-laden foliage. Branches broke, the cracks louder and deeper as the limbs thickened farther down the tree—then suddenly the man slammed to a stop. Nina bounced painfully off him and tumbled, winded, the rest of the way to the ground. Blinded by spraying snow and thrashing boughs, she hit the hillside with a thud.
Warden looked out of the cable car in horror. “My God! We’ve got to get her back—she could be hurt, or even dead!”
“Wouldn’t that be a shame,” Sophia said quietly.
Stikes took out his radio. “This is Stikes! Chase and Dr. Wilde are on the hotel grounds, about five hundred yards from the village. They’re directly below the cable-car line near a burning tree. Dr. Wilde must be taken alive—she may need medical attention. My orders regarding Chase stand; I want him killed on sight.” He checked the scene behind. A figure was lolloping away from the fire toward the site of Nina’s touchdown. “He’s still alive!” He slammed the door shut in barely contained rage.
“A sentiment I’ve felt all too many times,” said Sophia.
Larry spoke up unexpectedly, all eyes turning to him. “What can I say? That’s my boy.” He smiled at the hostile gazes of the other passengers.
Eddie moved as quickly as he could down the hill, the steep slope and deep snow tough to negotiate even without an aching ankle. He reached the still-quivering tree, seeing no sign of his wife. “Nina! Can you hear me? Nina!”
“Ow …” came a muffled voice. He followed the sound, discovering a cartoonishly perfect Nina-shaped hole in a snowdrift. Its maker was spread-eagled at the bottom.
“Fuck me, I’ve found a snow angel,” he said, clearing away the snow. “Are you okay? Can you move?”
“No, and I dunno, in that order. Agh, Jesus …” Nina struggled to sit up, hair festooned with bits of branches and needles. “Goddammit! Feels like my head’s coming off,” she said, pressing a hand against one temple—then looking around in alarm. “Eddie! The guy I pushed out of the cable car—where is he?”
Eddie hurriedly surveyed their surroundings. “I can’t see anyone … oh, hang on.” There was a dark patch beneath the tree, standing out against the snow even in the dying light. “Okay, I’ve found him. Don’t think he’ll give us any problems.”
Nina blearily followed his gaze to see the mercenary impaled on a branch thirty feet above like some grotesque Christmas ornament. Blood dribbled down the boughs below him. “He’s gone out on a limb.”
“Hey! Shit puns are my department.” He lifted her out of the snowdrift. “Where’s Dad?”
“In the cable car.” The gondola was now out of sight behind the trees. “And they’ve still got the statues too.”
Eddie looked in the other direction. Lights were descending the mountainside from the hotel. “They’re coming. We’ve got to get to the village.”
“But they’ll be waiting for us,” Nina objected.
“Better than us waiting for them. Come on.” They set off through the snow.
The village soon came into view, the cable car’s elevated lower station standing out above the houses. The gondola had already reached its destination, but it would take Eddie and Nina another couple of minutes to wade through the snow to the edge of the hotel’s grounds, never mind the village proper. “Dammit!” said Nina. “They’ll be long gone when we get there.”
Eddie had other concerns. The main entrance to the grounds was marked by a large gate at the end of a bridge over the railway—and he had just spotted more lights spreading out from it. He looked uphill. The mercenaries from the hotel were now following their trail through the snow, torches bobbing as they yomped down the slope. “Shit! They’re catching up. Go that way.” He pointed to the right, beyond the village’s edge.
“What’s over there?”
“Not men with guns, and that’ll do me for now!”
Nina heard something over the crump of snow and their own panting, a deep rhythmic