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Hidden in the smoke, Kurt looked up. The Eurocopter hovered sixty feet above. He could see the sniper searching for a target, moving the long barrel of his rifle back and forth. Then the helicopter drifted to the left and turned away.
The sniper must have seen the injured passenger limping down the promenade. He opened fire with abandon.
Ricochets hit all around the man until a shell found its mark and dropped the poor soul to his knees. Before the shooter could finish him off, another bystander rushed in. It was Hayley. She dragged the limp figure behind a large concrete planter and ducked down.
The sniper opened fire once again, the shells digging chips out of the concrete and throwing up chunks of dirt. But the planter might as well have been a giant sandbag. It was too thick for the bullets to penetrate.
The helicopter began to drift sideways. Kurt had only seconds before the sniper found a clear line of fire.
He grabbed the wooden boat hook once again, the business end of which was now in flames. He gripped it near the center, ran forward, and hurled it like a javelin.
The helicopter was broadside to him now, and the fiery lance tracked toward the open cargo door like a heat-seeking missile.
It hit the target dead center, missing the sniper by inches but lodging in the cabin and spreading a wave of fire in the process. In a moment, smoke was pouring from the helicopter’s side door. Kurt saw the sniper’s body erupt in flames, and he could only guess that he’d hit a fuel or oxygen line.
The orange firelight surged through the helicopter as it began to turn. For a second, it looked as if the pilot would regain control and speed off across the harbor, but the angle of his turn tightened, and the helicopter began to corkscrew back toward the Concert Hall. By now, the interior of the cabin was an inferno, smoke billowing from it in all directions.
Burning and falling and accelerating at the same time, the Eurocopter flew right into the famous glass wall of the Concert Hall, shattering the fifty-foot panes of clear glass. Shards from the impact burst inward, while other sections dropped in huge sheets and exploded into thousands of fragments when they hit the ground.
The helicopter dropped straight down along with them, its rotors gone and its hub turning like a weedwacker that had run out of string. It landed with a great crunch. In moments, it was a barely recognizable hulk at the center of a small inferno.
By now, emergency units were arriving. A squad of patrolmen raced up on foot. Fire trucks were pulling in. Workers from the Opera House came running out with extinguishers. Another group opened a fire hose from a stanchion in a wall.
Kurt was pretty sure it wouldn’t help the occupants of the helicopter, neither of whom had managed to get free of the blaze.
He made his way over to Hayley and the lone survivor from the boat. The man was lying in Hayley’s arms. His blood had soaked her white dress. She was trying desperately to keep him from bleeding out where two bullets had hit him.
It was a losing battle. The shells had gone right through him, entering his back and coming out through his chest.
Kurt crouched down and helped her keep pressure on the wounds. “Are you Panos?” he asked.
The man’s eyes drifted for a moment.
“Are you Panos?!”
He nodded weakly.
“Who were those people shooting at you?”
No answer this time. Nothing but a blank look.
Kurt lifted his head. “We need help over here!” he shouted, looking for a paramedic.
A pair of men were running toward them, but they weren’t first responders. They reminded Kurt of plainclothes policemen. They stopped in their tracks as he looked their way.
“I brought… what was promised,” the injured man said in an accent Kurt thought might be Greek.
“What are you talking about?” Kurt asked.
The man grunted something and then extended a shaking hand in which he clutched several bloodstained sheets of paper.
“Tartarus,” the man said, his voice weak and wavering. “The heart… of Tartarus.”
Kurt took the papers. They were covered with odd symbols, swirling lines, and what appeared to be calculations.
“What is this?” Kurt said.
The man opened his mouth to explain but no sound came out.
