reached the lower station. The MP5 was also gone, lost in the snow. He stared helplessly at the gondola as it rumbled over the trees.
Someone stared back at him.
Stikes.
‘I don’t believe it,’ said Stikes, banging an exasperated hand on the glass as he saw movement in the firelit snow below. ‘It’s Chase!’
Nina shoved past the mercenary guarding her and pressed her nose to the window. To her delight, she saw a figure amongst the flaming remains of a snowmobile. ‘He’s still alive!’ She gave Larry a triumphant look. The elder Chase beamed at the news.
‘Not for long,’ said Sophia, pushing between the Group members to see for herself. She batted the guard’s arm. ‘You! You’ve got a gun – shoot him!’
The mercenary turned to Stikes for confirmation. ‘Do as she says,’ he ordered. ‘Everyone move away from the door.’
The cabin was already crowded, and it became even more cramped as the other passengers pressed back so Stikes could slide open the door. A freezing, snow-laden wind blew in. The mercenary braced himself against the frame as he leaned out and aimed at the man below.
Eddie searched for cover. The nearest tree was the one the snowmobile had hit, flames licking up its trunk. But if he ran straight for it he would be presenting his back to the gunman above.
Instead he dived back into the piled snow as the MP5 fired. Bullets slapped into the drift and debris behind him. He rolled as he landed to offer the smallest possible target. The cable car was carrying his attacker inexorably 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 further down the tree – then suddenly the man slammed to a stop, Nina bouncing painfully off him and tumbling, winded, the rest of the way to the ground. Blinding 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 in the hotel grounds, about five hundred metres 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 towards 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. ‘God damn it! Feels like my head’s coming off,’ she said, pressing a hand against one temple – then looking round 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,