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.The pilot taxied into a hard shelter and quickly dismounted.Technicians were already removing the film cartridge from the camera pod."Nothing on their fleet, guys," he said at once.The radar-intercept officer came down behind him."God, there's fighters up there!" The RIO said."Haven't seen so much activity since the last time we went through aggressor school.""And I got one of the bastards, too.But no joy on the fleet.We covered the coast from Orland to Skagen before we turned back, not one surface ship visible.""You're certain?" the group captain asked."You can check my film, Captain.No visual sightings, nothing on infrared, no radar emissions but airborne stuff-nothing, but lots of fighters.We started finding those just south of Stokke and counted-what was it, Bill?""Seven flights, mainly MiG-23s, I think.We never got a visual, but we picked up a lot of High Lark radars.One guy got a little close and I had to pop him with a Sparrow.We saw the flash.That was a hard kill.In any case, guys, our friends ain't coming to Bodo unless it's by submarine-""You turned back at Skagen?""Ran out of film, and we were low on fuel.The fighter opposition really started picking up north of Bodo.If you want a guess, we need to check out Andoya, but we need something else to do it, SR-71 maybe.I don't think I can get in and out of there except on burner.I'd have to tank right close to there even to try that, and-like I said, lots of fighters were operating there.""Hardly matters," the group captain said."Our aircraft haven't the legs for a strike that far without massive tanker support, and most of our tankers are committed elsewhere."25 - TreksICELANDOnce clear of the meadow, they were back in what the map called wasteland.It was level for the first kilometer, then the uphill effort began in earnest on the Glymsbrekkur, a seven-hundred-foot climb.So soon your legs forget, Edwards thought.The rain hadn't let up, and the deep twilight they had to guide them forced a slow pace.Many of the rocks they tried to walk on were loose.The footing was treacherous, and a misstep could easily be fatal.Their ankles were sore from the constant twists on the uneven ground, and their tightly laced boots didn't seem to help anymore.After six days in the back country, Edwards and his Marines were beginning to understand what fatigue was.At each step their knees gave just an inch or so too much, making the next step that much more of an effort.Their pack straps cut cruelly into their shoulders.Their arms were tired from carrying their weapons and from constantly adjusting their gear.Necks sagged.It was an effort to look up and around, always having to be alert for a possible ambush.Behind them the glow of the house fire disappeared behind a ridgeline, the first good thing that had happened.No helicopters yet, no vehicles investigating the fire.Good, but how long would that last? How soon would the patrol be missed? they all wondered.All but Vigdis.Edwards walked a few yards in front of her, listening to her breathing, listening for sobs, wanting to say something to her, but not knowing what.Had he done the right thing? Was it murder? Was it expediency? Or was it justice? Did that matter? So many questions.He set them aside.They had to survive.That mattered."Take a break," he said."Ten minutes."Sergeant Smith checked to see where the others were, then sat down beside his officer."We done good, Lieutenant.I figure four, maybe five miles in the past two hours.I think we can ease up a little."Edwards smiled wanly."Why not just stop and build a house here?"Smith chuckled in the darkness."I hear you, skipper."The lieutenant studied the map briefly, looking up to see how well it matched with what he could see."What say we go left around this marsh? The map shows a waterfall here, the Skulafoss.Looks like a nice deep canyon.Maybe we'll get lucky and find a cave or something.If not, it's deep.No choppers'll come in there, and we'll have shadows to hide in.Five hours?""'Bout that," Smith agreed."Roads to cross?""Nothing shows but foot trails.""I like it." Smith turned to the girl, who watched them without a word as she sat with her back against a rock."How do you feel, ma'am?" he inquired gently."Tired." Her voice said more than that, Edwards thought.There was no emotion there, none at all.He wondered if this was good or bad.What was the right thing to do for the victims of serious crime? Her parents murdered before her eyes, her own body brutally violated, what kind of thoughts were going through that head? Get her mind off it, he decided."How well do you know this area?" the lieutenant asked."My father fish here.I come with him many times." Her head leaned back into a shadow.Her voice cracked and dropped into quiet sobs.Edwards wanted to wrap an arm around her, to tell her things were all right now, but he was afraid it might only make things worse.Besides, who would believe that things were all right now?"How we fixed for food, Sarge?""I figure we got maybe four days' worth of canned stuff.I went through the house pretty good, sir," Smith whispered."Got a pair of fishing rods and some lures.If we take our time, we ought to be able to feed ourselves.Lots of good fishin' creeks around here, maybe at this place we're goin'.Salmon and trout [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
