Dr. Death, page 14
part #100 of Killmaster Series
"I don't believe you," the general said flatly.
"You will," I said, glancing at my watch, "in exactly three seconds."
"Countdown," said Li Chin. "Three… two… one… zero!"
The blast came exactly on schedule, as we had agreed with Sweets. It wasn't exactly a pound of TNT, or even as big as that produced by a standard grenade, but in the confines of the cement-block bunker, which held the entire force of the explosion in, it sounded gigantic. The noise was deafening. And even this far away, we could feel the shock waves. The biggest shock, however, came on the face of the general.
"Mon Dieu!" he gasped. "This is insanity…"
"That's only the beginning, General," I said calmly. "If Sweets doesn't get a buzz from us on his trans-ceiver in another two minutes, he sets off another mini-grenade. They aren't big, but one's big enough to blow up a couple of your computers."
"You can't!" Michelle cried. Her face was white. "You mustn't! Not inside the volcano! It's…"
"It's insanity!" said the general. "Any blast in here can set off shock waves that would revive the volcano! There could be a major eruption which would destroy the whole island! Even when we dug out our headquarters in the volcanic rock we didn't use explosives, we used specially cushioned drills."
"One blast every two minutes, General, unless…"
"Unless?"
"Unless you and all your men lay down your arms, evacuate the volcano, and surrender to authorities in Fort de France. Authorities, I might add, who have been specially picked by the Deuxieme Bureau to be without OAS sympathies."
The general curled his lips in a sneer.
"Absurd!" he said. "Why should we surrender? Even if you should destroy all the computers here, how do you know that we have not equipped some of the weapons already, on the boats ready for sailing?"
"I don't know," I said. "That's why a special squadron of U.S. planes from the base on Puerto Rico is circling outside the Lorrain and Marigot harbors. If even one of the boats in that harbor tries to move to water deep enough to launch one of your weapons, those planes will blast it out of the water."
"I don't believe it!" the general said. "That would be a hostile act by the U.S. toward France."
"It would be an act approved by the president of France personally, as an emergency measure."
The general was silent. He bit his lip and chewed on it.
"You're finished, General," I said. "You and the OAS. Surrender. If you don't, there'll be one blast every two minutes until all those computers are destroyed — and maybe all of us along with them. It's a risk we're willing to take. Are you?"
"Mr. Carter?"
I turned. Fernand Duroche was looking worried.
"Mr. Carter," he said, "you must understand that one of the…"
The general was fast, but I was faster. His hand hadn't gone halfway to the holster on his hip before I had launched myself at him in a running dive. My left shoulder slammed furiously into his chest, and he hurtled over backward in the chair. As his head hit the floor my fist connected with his chin. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Michelle rise, a knife suddenly flashing in her hand. I smashed my fist against the general's chin again, felt him go limp, and fumbled for the.45 at his hip.
"Stop!" Michelle screamed. "Stop or I'll cut his throat!"
I pulled myself to one knee, the.45 in my right hand, to see that loving daughter with the knife blade pressed to the jugular vein in her father's throat. Li Chin stood a few feet away, swaying warily, looking for an opening.
"Drop it!" Michelle snarled. "Drop the gun or I'll kill your precious Dr. Death!"
And then the lights went out.
Fourteen
The darkness was total, absolute. In the windowless confines of the cement-block building complex no light could have filtered in from outside even at midday. Immediately, my hearing became sharper, more focused. I could detect Michelle's almost guttural panting, frightened strangling noises from her father, and a sort of half padding, half sliding noise as Li Chin moved closer to her. Then, suddenly, Li Chin's voice:
"Carter! She's going for the door!"
I wheeled around the desk, gun at the ready, and made for the door. I was almost there when my hand brushed an arm.
"Stay back!" Michelle hissed, a few inches from my ear. "Stay back, or…"
The door opened without warning, and the beam of a flashlight cut into the room.
"General!" a man's harsh voice cried out. "Are you all right? There's been…"
I squeezed the trigger of the forty-five. There was an echoing blast, and the flashlight tumbled to the floor. I scooped it up and flicked its beam toward the hallway. Michelle was already through the door and running. I raised the.45 and was sighting when a deafening rattle of automatic rifle fire broke out from the other end of the hall. Bullets smashed into the cement-block near my face. I pulled back into the room, kicked the body of the soldier I had just killed out of the way, and closed and locked the door.
"Duroche!" T snapped. "Are you there?"
"He's here," came Li Chin's voice. "He's okay. I knocked the knife out of her hand."
I swung the beam of the flashlight onto the figures of Li Chin and Duroche. Duroche was trembling; his narrow face was white, but his eyes were alert.
"Can you tell us where the computer storage room is?" I asked.
"Of course," he said. "But have you noticed that the air in here is already becoming bad? The ventilator system is off. Someone must have cut the main power switch. If we don't leave the building complex soon…"
He was right. The room was already stuffy. It was becoming close, stifling.
"Not yet," I said. "Which way to the computer storage room?"
"There is a direct passage from here to the laboratories, and beyond that, the storage rooms," Duroche said, pointing to a door at the far end of the room. "It is used only by the general and his top staff."
I bent down and took the dead soldier's.45, handing it to Li Chin.
"Let's go," I said.
Cautiously, I opened the door that Duroche had indicated. The passageway beyond it was as pitch black as the room and the outer hall. I aimed the beam of the flashlight down its length. It was deserted.
"Carter!" said Li Chin. "Listen!"
A series of loud thumps from the other hallway. They were trying to break down the door to the room. At the same time, another blast came from the direction of the computer storage room. Sweets was still at it. I motioned Li Chin and Duroche to follow me, and we set out along the passageway at a trot, flashlight in one hand, 45 in the other. I could hear shouts, gunshots, and running feet from nearby halls and rooms.
"Your friend must stop the explosions!" I heard Duroche shout behind me. "The danger is increasing with every one!"
Another blast. I thought I could feel the building tremble this time. And the air was worse: thick, close. It was harder to breathe.
"How much further?" I shouted back to Duroche.
"There! At the end of the hallway!"
Almost as he said it, a door at the end of the hallway opened and a tall figure dove through it. He had an automatic rifle, and was firing rapidly in the direction from which he had come. The.45 in my hand came up automatically, and then dropped.
"Sweets!" I shouted.
The figure's head turned briefly in our direction.
"Hey, man," I heard Sweets' shout, even as he resumed firing, "welcome to the party!"
We ran the rest of the passageway and flopped down beside Sweets. He had overturned a heavy lab table in front of him and was shooting at a group of soldiers huddled behind another table at the far end of the laboratory.
"The computers," I said, panting, struggling to breathe.
"Smashed to hell and gone," said Sweets, pausing to eject an empty clip and insert a full one. "That last blast you heard finished them off. I managed to get the main power switch with this handy little BAR I borrowed from somebody who didn't need it anymore anyway. Being dead, I mean. Then I got tired of being cooped up in that storage room and decided to split."
Duroche tugged at my shoulder, pointing to the room at the end of the passageway, the room we had come from. Two flashlight beams were slicing through the darkness. The door must have given way.
"I think," I said grimly, "it's time for all of us to split."
Sweets fired off another blast into the laboratory.
"You got any ideas as to how?" he asked, almost casually.
Flashlight beams cut down the passageway. I wrenched one of Sweets' mini-grenades from his necklace, and lobbed it directly down the hall. It rolled into the room, and, an instant later, the building was rocked by another blast, almost knocking us over. There were no more flashlight beams.
"Mon Dieu!" gasped Duroche. "The volcano…"
I ignored him, pointing upward with my flashlight.
"That shaft there," I said. "What is it? Where does it lead?"
"Ventilator shaft," said Duroche. "It leads to the roof. If we could…"
"We're going to," I snapped. "Li Chin?"
"Acrobatics time again, hunh?" She was panting now, like the rest of us.
Wordlessly, I positioned myself beneath the ventilator shaft opening. An instant later Li Chin was standing on my shoulders, removing the grill to the shaft. I handed her my flashlight and could see her shine it upward. A few feet away, Sweets continued to fire blasts into the laboratory.
"It's not a bad level of incline," said Li Chin. "I think we can make it."
"Can you close the grill after we get inside?" I asked.
"Sure."
"Then let's go."
I gave her another boost with my hands, and Li Chin disappeared into the shaft.
"All right, Duroche," I said, struggling for breath, "now you."
With difficulty, Duroche climbed first onto my clasped hands, then onto my shoulders. Li Chin's arm reached down out of the shaft, and slowly, Duroche grunting with effort, was helped up inside.
"Sweets," I said, gulping for air, "you ready?"
"Why not?" he said.
He fired one final blast into the laboratory, rolled rapidly out of the doorway, and dashed toward me, flipping me the BAR as he came. I braced myself. He sprang onto my shoulders like a big cat, then swiftly up into the shaft. I leveled the BAR at the laboratory door and squeezed the trigger just as two men came through it. Their bodies were smashed back into the laboratory. I could hear one of them screaming. I glanced upward and flipped the BAR into Sweets' waiting hands just as a flashlight beam cut down the passageway from the room we had been in.
"Now!" Sweets urged. "Come on, man!"
I bent at the knees, gasping for air, my head beginning to reel, and sprang upward with all my strength. I felt Sweets' two hands clasp mine and pull, just as the flashlight beam lit on my legs. I hauled myself up, struggling, every muscle in my body screaming with effort. There was a deadly chatter of BAR fire, and I felt metal slice through my pants legs. Then I was up, inside the shaft.
"The grill," I gasped immediately. "Give it to me!"
Someone's hands put the grill into mine. I slid it down into its frame, leaving one side open, fumbling to unbuckle my belt.
"Start climbing!" I told the others.
"What's that you got there?" asked Sweets, as he turned.
I pulled Pierre out from his hiding place and triggered the five-second fuse.
"Just a little parting gift for our friends below," I said, and dropped Pierre down into the passageway, immediately slamming the grill down into place, and flipping its shutters closed tight. And let's hope they are tight, I thought grimly as I turned and began to scramble up the shaft after the others.
I had gotten about five feet when Pierre went off. The blast wasn't as powerful as Sweets' mini-grenades, but an instant later I could hear screams that were choked into strangled coughs, the gargled, horrible death-sounds of man after man being felled by Pierre's lethal gas.
The shutters on the grill must have been just as tight as I had hoped they would be, because the air in the shaft got ever better as we climbed upward, with none of the gasses from Hugo entering it.
Three minutes later we were all lying on the cement-block roof, sucking fresh, beautiful, clean night air into our lungs.
"Hey, look," Li Chin said suddenly. She was pointing downward. "The exits. Nobody's using them."
Duroche nodded.
"When the general sent out that alert to capture your friend here, the exits were electronically locked, to make sure he couldn't escape. After Mr. Carter's gas bomb went off…"
We looked at one another with grim understanding. The doors that had been electronically locked to prevent Sweets from escaping had prevented the OAS forces from escaping from Pierre. With the ventilators not working, Pierre's gas was now spreading with deadly efficiency throughout the entire complex of buildings.
The OAS headquarters had been turned into a charnel house, a nightmare deathtrap as efficient and escape-proof as the gas chambers the Nazi's had used in their concentration camps.
"They must have called just about everybody into the buildings to fight Sweets," said Li Chin. "I don't see anybody outside in the crater."
I peered down, running my eyes around the inside of the crater, and along its rim. Nobody. Except at the entrance to the garage…
I saw her at the same moment Duroche did.
"Michelle!" he gasped. "Look! There! At the garage entrance!"
There were two trucks pulled up to the garage entrance. Its doors were firmly shut, but I had a hunch it wasn't into the garage that Michelle wanted to go. She was talking to the two armed guards from one of the trucks, who had accompanied it on its trip into the crater, gesturing furiously, almost hysterically.
"How could she have gotten out?" demanded Sweets.
"An emergency exit," said Duroche, staring at his daughter fixedly, his expression torn between obvious joy that she was alive, and the knowledge she had betrayed both him and her country. "A secret exit, known only to the general and a few top staff. She must have known also."
"She'll never get off the island," I said. "Even if she does, without the weapons you developed or the blueprints for them, the OAS is finished."
Duroche turned to me, grabbing my shoulder.
"You don't understand, Mr. Carter," he said excitedly. "That is what I was about to tell you when the general tried to shoot me. Not all the computers were destroyed."
"What?" I snapped. "What do you mean?"
"One of the weapons is already equipped with a computer, and ready to be launched. It was the emergency one. And it is now on a small boat in the harbor at St. Pierre. Not Lorrain or Marigot, where your planes keep watch. But St. Pierre."
As he said the last words, as if on cue, Michelle and the two armed guards climbed into the cab of the truck. It reversed, and then started to make a U-turn, to head out of the crater. I snatched the BAR from Sweets without a word, pointed it at the cab of the truck, and squeezed the trigger.
Nothing.
I yanked out the empty clip and looked at Sweets. He shook his head mournfully.
"No more, man. That's it."
I threw down the BAR and stood up as the truck with Michelle in it accelerated up the road out of the crater and disappeared over the rim. My mouth was tight.
"Sweets," I said, "I hope the Lady Day moves as fast as you say it can. Because if we can't beat Michelle to the mouth of the St. Pierre harbor, there's going to be one less oil refinery off Curaçao."
"Let's give it a try," said Sweets.
Then we were scrambling over the roof, toward the garage and the remaining truck in front of it, two startled guards looking up only in time to have their chests blown into bloody craters by the.45 blasting from my right hand.
Fifteen
The Lady Day rounded the mouth of the St. Pierre harbor, Sweets at the helm, at a speed which made me wonder whether it was a yacht or a hydroplane. Standing beside me in the bow, while I struggled into scuba gear, Li Chin swept the harbor with a pair of Sweets' high-powered binoculars.
"Look!" she said suddenly, pointing.
I took the binoculars and peered through them. Only one boat was moving in the harbor. A small sailboat, no more than fifteen feet, and apparently not equipped with an engine, it was tacking slowly in the light breeze toward the mouth of the harbor.
"They'll never make it," said Li Chin. "We'll be all over them in another minute."
"It's too easy," I muttered, keeping my eyes on the boat. "She must realize we'll overtake them. She must have some other idea."
Then we were near enough for me to make out figures moving on the deck of the boat. One of the figures was Michelle. She was in scuba gear, and I could see her gesturing furiously to the two guards. They were carrying a long, thin tube across the deck.
"What's going on?" Li Chin asked curiously.
I turned to the tense, anguished figure of Fernand Duroche.
"How heavy is your underwater weapon?"
"Approximately fifty pounds," he said. "But what does it matter? They cannot launch it from here. It would simply fall to the bottom and stay there. They would have to get outside the harbor, to drop it to at least a depth of one hundred feet before it would self-activate and propel itself."
"And we'll overtake them long before they get to the mouth of the harbor," said Li Chin.
"Michelle realizes it," I said. "That's why she's in scuba gear. She's going to try to swim the weapon out to a depth of a hundred feet."
Li Chin's jaw dropped.
"It's not as impossible as it sounds," I said, adjusting the only two remaining air tanks on my back. "She's good underwater, remember? And fifty pounds underwater is nothing like fifty pounds out of water. I had a hunch she might try something like this."
I adjusted the knife at my belt, picked up Sweets' speargun, and turned to give him instructions. But he had seen what was going on and was ahead of me. He cut back on the engines of the Lady Day and slid across her bow no more than fifty feet away.
I went over the side just as Michelle did, the Duroche torpedo cradled in her arms.
