permanent alert, it hadn’t taken long for the response to arrive.
No sign of the aircraft yet, though. They still had a chance to find cover. “Come on, go!” he shouted. “We’ve got to get over the ridge!”
“I’m going, I’m going!” Nina complained, panting.
Feet rasping over rock and sand, they pounded up the slope. The incline became steeper as they approached its top. Eddie had to use his hands for support to clear the final yards. “Almost there …”
The helicopter’s rotor noise became a boom as it came into view. A Black Hawk; it was about half a mile away, but curving toward the base. “Down!” Eddie commanded, but more as an automatic response to an airborne threat than in any real hope of finding concealment—they would be plainly visible against the barren hillside.
He looked for cover. Nothing usable on this side of the ridge. On the other side was a shallow natural bowl, broken rocks strewn within.
Not great, but better than nothing. “Over this side, quick!” They scrabbled over the ridge and half-ran, half-slid down to the nearest large rock and crouched behind it. Nina cautiously peered around the boulder to find the Black Hawk.
It was changing course, turning sharply to head toward them. “Oh crap,” she squeaked.
Eddie was already searching for better cover, but nothing presented itself. Wherever they went, the Black Hawk could simply hover overhead. “So much for ’em not being able to shoot at us.”
“This is not my fault! Any ideas?”
“You don’t have a white flag, do you?”
Even if she had, it became clear a moment later that they wouldn’t get the chance to use it. A man leaning from the Black Hawk’s cabin opened fire with a machine gun. Bullets cracked noisily off the rock above them. Nina shrieked and scrambled around the boulder in an attempt to keep it between her and the helicopter; Eddie followed, stone chips biting at his heels. Choking dust swirled around them as the aircraft descended.
The assault continued without pause. A chunk of stone the size of a human head splintered from the rock and smacked down between Eddie and Nina. “Jesus Christ!” she cried, flinching away—and in her peripheral vision catching movement at the top of the ridge.
The Security Forces had found them.
“Eddie!” She dropped flat as more gunfire struck from a different direction. More men were climbing over the hill.
Their orders were obviously to kill the intruders. Eddie gave Nina a last despairing look, grabbing her hand as the Black Hawk moved directly overhead—
The gunfire stopped.
The helicopter briefly hung above them, then veered away. Nina squinted through the billowing dust to see the troops also departing, one man with a hand to his head as if listening to a message through an earpiece—and unable to believe what he was hearing. He glared at the couple, then lowered his weapon and followed his companions out of sight.
Eddie wiped grit from his face. “What the hell? Why did they stop?” He risked raising his head to look for the Black Hawk. It was on a course back to its home base.
“You got a problem with that?” Nina asked. “Because I don’t.”
“Neither do I, but why are they just fucking off like that?” He double-checked the ridge, expecting to see the pursuing troops lurking in wait, but it appeared that they really had retreated. “Stay there and keep down—I’ll see what’s going on.”
“Shouldn’t we, y’know, run while we can?” Nina called after him, but he ignored her and quickly scaled the ridge, dropping to his stomach near the top and peering over it.
The troops had indeed retreated, but not far. One man was surveying the ridge; he did a double-take as he spotted Eddie, pointing him out to his fellows, but none of them took a shot at him, or even raised a weapon.
“What are they doing?” Nina asked as he returned.
“I dunno, but I don’t like it. They don’t want to kill us—but it doesn’t look like they’re going to let us leave either. They didn’t look happy about it, though. Somebody’s ordered them to stand down.”
“Who?”
“I wish I knew. But I get the feeling they’ll keep us here until we find out.”
That turned out to be the case. After several minutes, they heard another approaching chopper: not the Black Hawk that had attacked them, but a much smaller OH-6 Cayuse scout helicopter. It passed over the bowl, then moved to land near the abandoned tank.
Another few minutes passed, then a man appeared at the crest of the rise.