Doomsday Warrior by Ryder Stacy

Author:Ryder Stacy [Stacy, Ryder]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780708830505
Google: 8XcYPwAACAAJ
Publisher: Little, Brown Book Group
Published: 1986-09-15T23:34:25+00:00

When Smith set up his covering fire, Norton and Sanford, who had been waiting in the security checkpoint room just inside the entrance to the KGB Center, flew out the door toward the armory. They could see troops pulling up across the road, but they’d have to trust the man above. That’s the only way an operation like this could work. They’d gotten about halfway across the truck parking lot that separated the Center from the armory when Sanford went down, a ripping pain in his right calf. He stumbled to his feet. He could walk. Hurt like the devil but still functional. That’s when he saw the transport truck go up in a snap, crackle and pop. They made it to the corrugated metal door held with only a padlock which Sanford shot off. They rushed inside, throwing themselves to the ground, pistols ready to take blood. But only silence greeted them. The cavernous dump stretched off into gray, lit by rows of ancient, flickering light bulbs in long, even rows. Everywhere were the implements of death. Rockets, mortar shells, grenades, rows after row, stack after stack of shells, case after case of ammunition for every revolver and rifle and machine gun in the Soviet army. Norton whistled.

“Now, this is what you call armaments. Makes our stockpile back in Century City look shit,” he said, unloading his plastique.

“Only they ain’t gonna have none in about ten minutes,” Sanford replied, resting for a second to put a tourniquet around his leg. “Thank God, we didn’t have to shoot it out in here.” He looked around at the looming supermarket of murder.

The two men did their work efficiently, placing explosives for several hundred feet along the rows of hardware, each globe of explosive with a small radio-controlled firing device stuck in the center.

They finished their work and shot back out the exit, leaving a single small antipersonnel device just inside the door in case anybody poked their face in ahead of schedule. Smith set up a line of cover fire for them and they made it all the way to the KGB Center entrance safely. Norton ran in first and turned to the right against a wall as Red fire was starting to come through the windows. He waited. Where the hell was Sanford? He edged around the wood-framed doorway and looked out. The Freefighter sat motionless as if he were resting. Only his face was gone. Blown away by an exploding .9mm slug.

Shit! Norton stared down at his friend. Only now there was nothing there. The life was gone. The thing that had been Sanford had flown the coop. He stared, hypnotized until he heard a large shell land just outside the window, showering a pile of smoking dirt onto his feet. Time to go. He said a silent goodbye and ran up the stairs, two at a time. There were forty flights to go and he knew Rock would have no choice but to leave once the allotted time was up.

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