SOBs 21 No Safe Place by Jack Hild

Author:Jack Hild
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Jessup glanced at the white-haired warrior. The blue lights of the city flickered over his face, periodically throwing into high relief the thin line of the shiny white scar that curved along his temple. Kap Long, Jessup thought. We go back a long way.

"I'm sorry I didn't fill you in yesterday. It'll never happen again, Nile. I promise."

"Forget it, Walker," Barrabas said gruffly.

The two men rode the elevated highway in silence again, approaching Battery Park, the tip of the island of Manhattan. The big ornate metal structure of the old ferry dock was a dark hulk against the glow from the harbor waters. Ancient piers jutted into the East River, abandoned for the most part by river traffic and transformed into parking lots.

The elevated freeway ended. Jessup turned the van around and headed back up the island underneath it. The downtown heliport was also situated on a converted pier, surrounded by a high wire fence, and brightly lit by mercury-arc lighting arrayed in rows on forty-foot pillars.

"What I don't understand is why you're setting up this whole operation with that fiftieth-floor space in the sky, this communications van, the chopper, bringing the team in when they're scattered over hell's half acre," Jessup persisted. "Until we get a line on the tug or some other break... Hell, Nile. It doesn't look to me like we're going in the right direction, and God only knows what those men who blew up the New Jersey warehouse are going to do next, sitting on a boat full of unstable explosives."

Barrabas reached across the seat and put his hand on Jessup's shoulder. "All in good time. I promise. Trust me."

Tight-lipped, Jessup braked in front of the heliport's security gate.

"Will you trust me?" Barrabas asked.

Jessup pondered for a moment. He nodded. "I trust you."

A security guard waved the van into the heliport, and Jessup drove to the end of the pier, to a sleek white helicopter with a red racing stripe painted along the fuselage.

"This is it," Jessup said, proud of his talent for appropriation.

"It's a beauty," Barrabas commented. The stretched cabin had two doors and an extra window on each side to give all seven passengers a full view. "It comes with the van?"

The Fixer nodded. "Fitted inside with matching surveillance equipment and preset scramblers for three-way communications between the van, the motorboat and Beck's situation on the fiftieth floor. It's a Bell 206L TexasRanger, disguised as a Long- Ranger."

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