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the door.
Thank God for small treasures, he thought as he peeked between the door and jamb.
The hall was clear.
He moved out into the corridor. There were three doors facing him across the hall, with stairs heading down in the middle of the landing.
He shuffled across the hall and over to the other doors. He pulled his knife, a poor weapon against guns, but all he had. The hall was thankfully dark, so he used his penlight to examine the lock and floor in front of the three doors.
Bits of rust were in front of only one door, the one obviously that had been opened. He noted that the hinges had been lubricated.
The door was locked. But with his knife it was unlocked ten seconds later.
He opened it, the hinges moving silently, and stepped in. He shut the door behind him and locked it.
He shined his light around.
In one corner, on pegs, was a long line of clothing items. He examined some of them. Now the other side’s plan started to take shape for him. It actually made sense. In fact, it was a tactic that had worked well for terrorists in other scenarios.
As he continued to look around he realized he had hit the jackpot. It looked like the armory at a military base. There were so many weapons here that Robie wondered how they could possibly miss a few. They were stacked haphazardly and weapons of different capabilities were mixed together. He could sense from this disorganization that the team here either lacked military precision or deemed their opponents too weak to put up much resistance. From what he had seen in the town so far, Robie opted for the latter explanation.
These weapons hadn’t come in through the checkpoints. The people who had missed Robie’s knife couldn’t possibly have missed this. Either people had been paid off or, more likely, the weapons had been placed here before the checkpoints were set up.
Robie grabbed a few pistols, two subguns, and as much ammo as he could carry in his knapsack. Ideally, he could sabotage the rest of the weapons by knocking out the firing pins. But he didn’t have the tools to do so. And it would take too much time and make too much noise.
But as he looked down at the weapons an idea occurred to him. He took photos of all of them with his cell phone.
What he was planning to do with these photos was incredibly risky, but in the end, he deemed the risk of not doing it far greater.
CHAPTER
76
REEL WAS WAITING FOR ROBIE at a small inn they had chosen as their rendezvous point. They had taken one room, and when Robie knocked on the door, she peeked through the peephole and let him in.
From under his coat and his knapsack he pulled out the weapons he’d taken and dropped them on the bed.
Reel picked up one MP5. “How much did they have?”
“Enough to take down this entire town and then some.”
“How many men you figure?”
“At least two dozen, going by the amount of firepower. What happened with Kent?”
“He’s staying at the finest hotel in this little hamlet. I left him having a glass of sherry by the fireplace.”
“What do you think his role is? He won’t be in the attack itself. You said he was one of us, but that was a long time ago.”
Reel shook her head. “I think he was sent here to oversee things. He was at the building where the weapons were. He probably went over the plan with the troops and their respective assignments.”
“What do you think their exit plan is?”
“With the sort of firepower you saw, I would say they could easily shoot their way out of here. Private wings lifting off a private runway and they’re out of the country.”
“And Kent?” asked Reel.
“He probably has some official role here as a representative of the U.S. He’ll act as surprised as everyone else. He goes home, glad to be alive and properly mournful for all of the dead.” He paused. “So we still think the opening ceremony is where it will happen?”
“It’s in one big room, Robie. Open spaces, multiple firing lines once the security perimeter is pierced. No place to hide.”
“So they exit, fly away, and Kent goes home to report the success.”
“But if we stop it here?”
He said, “We have to stop it here. We’re the last line of defense.”
“A damn thin line.”
“I figure if they have two dozen guys nearly as good as we are, we can take out at least half of them, maybe two-thirds if luck and the element of surprise are on our side. That may be enough to save the day.”
She gazed up at him, a smile playing across her lips. “Not a bad legacy. ‘Robie and Reel; they saved the world.’”
“At the sacrifice of their own lives?”
“Nobody’s that lucky, Robie, not even the good guys.” She picked up a pistol, checked the mag, and stuck it into her belt.
“We’ll have to figure out where and how to hit them for maximum effect.”
“The tactic they’re going to employ will make that a little difficult.” He explained what he had found in the room along with the guns.
Before he’d finished Reel was nodding. “I get that. But it allows some opportunities for us as well.”
“Yes, it does.”
“So it’s a waiting game?”
Robie said, “Patience is a virtue. And tomorrow it’ll be the only thing keeping us alive.”
“You know we’ll have two sides gunning for us as soon as we show our hand.”
“We concentrate firepower on the target. They’ll show their hand and we can only hope the official security understands what’s going on.”
“When shots are going off all around and people are running and screaming? It’ll be mass confusion.”
“That’s why I said hope. We’re going to have to split up.”
“Two targets to shoot at.”
“Right.”
“But that means we dilute our fire concentrations.”
“Can’t be helped. Benefit outweighs the downside.”
“Then let’s pick our spots well.” She paused, studied him. “If we manage to survive this, I’ve got another set of problems. I’m a wanted woman.”
“Not by me. Not anymore. I’ll help you, Jessica.”
“You can’t do that, Robie. What you’ve done so far could be construed as treason. If you stop this, all will be forgiven. But not if you keep consorting with the enemy. And that happens to be me.”
“Extenuating circumstances.”
“Not proved. And probably won’t matter even if they were. You know how the system works.”
“You mean how the system doesn’t work.”
“Let’s just see how tomorrow goes. Things might just take care of themselves,” she added ominously.
“Okay,” said Robie. “They just might.”
CHAPTER
77
THE DAY BROKE CLEAR AND COLD. With each breath taken, tiny puffs of smoke rose into the air. The leaders of various Arab countries made their way to their official motorcades looking discomforted by the chill, their robes buffeted by the stiff breeze.
It was eight o’clock in the morning. People were tense. There was a collective feeling that the citizens of the town simply wanted this to be over. Their wish would come true shortly, but not in a way that they ever imagined.
There was only one way in and one way out of the building where the opening ceremony was taking place, which made it appealing from a security point of view. But it also had its disadvantages.
The motorcades drifted down the street with Canadian police providing the traffic security. There were a number of Canadian Mounties on their horses; they looked resplendent in their red uniforms. But they were also brightly colored sitting ducks when it came to an actual armed confrontation.
