Golden Triangle (A Soldier of Fortune Adventure #8) by Peter McCurtin

Author:Peter McCurtin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mercenaries, viet nam, soldier of fortune, piccadilly publishing, alistair maclean
Publisher: Piccadilly

Chapter Eight

THE ROAD WOUND up toward the pass, and that early in the morning there were patches of fog that wouldn’t burn off till later when the sun came up strong. To get out of the city we had to drive along a wide avenue once lined with French-style mansions. A few were left, but mostly it was factories of one kind or another. Workers wearing smog masks, most of them on bicycles, were streaming into the factories when we drove past at ten minutes to five.

It was Kim’s idea to get an early start. Now, an hour later, we were following the twists of the road as it unrolled in front of us. Kim was bright and almost gay for so early in the morning. And she was nervous.

She sang a little song in Vietnamese. It sounded like a children’s song; she told me it was the new “worker’s” song. After that it didn’t sound so gay.

“Wake up and greet the new day,” she chided me. “Arise, spring from your bed, your work awaits you. That’s part of the song.”

The road climbed, doubled back, then climbed again. I looked at the mountains. This was wild country, guerrilla country; the mountains were so jagged, the gorges so narrow, that even choppers weren’t much use. We had learned that during the war when we found it almost impossible to penetrate part of the Triangle. There were no foothills; the mountains just rose up to become peaks with clouds drifting across the highest places, and because of the fog, it was a bad place for aircraft of any kind. It was hard to believe that these mountains could be crossed if you didn’t follow the road, yet it had been done by the VC guerrillas during the war and was still being done by the drug bandits who lived there now.

We drank coffee from thermos bottles while Kim drove. The hotel breakfast hadn’t been much; they weren’t trying too hard to please foreigners. I looked at the jumble of mountains and wondered how I was going to find Albergo. He had given his father the name of the village, Cheo Reo, his camp was near, and because it was a village it had to be on the road, or close to it, but there had to be a reason for stopping there that wouldn’t make Kim suspicious. By now I had decided that grabbing her and the car was the best way out. But first I had to find Albergo; the man had been long in this country and maybe he had some ideas of his own. Until I found the son of Little Caesar, Kim and I would continue as loving friends.

How did I feel about her? That was a hard question to answer and time hasn’t made it any easier. I suppose I liked her in spite of what she was, all the rubbish she spouted. No matter what they say, other people don’t make us what we are; we are our own creations.

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