Tenth Man Down (32 page)

Authors: Chris Ryan

BOOK: Tenth Man Down

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Gen! Where the hell was he? From my position on the floor, I couldn’t see him. He’d done nothing to provoke Muende, but I hadn’t heard a sound from him, and I was afraid they’d knackered him as well. At last I was dragged upright and dumped back on a chair, arms down over the back once again. There was Gen, right beside me, where he’d always been. He’d had a good beating, too. Except where it was blooded, his face was sheet-white and had a stricken look, as if it had been frozen by cold. But his lips were moving. Was he muttering out of sheer terror, or was he saying a silent prayer?

Muende was back in his chair, wiping his chin with a handkerchief. There was blood down the front of his swish tunic, but he looked more in control than before, as if the act of eating had left him calmer. Inge, the bitch, was also back in her seat. The sight of her sent a new current of anger racing through me, but I steeled myself to remain cool, to negotiate rather than argue, to ignore the filthy deed they’d just done.

Muende cleared his throat loudly, and said, ‘Now, the diamond was in the plane.’

‘Please,’ I begged. ‘You have to believe me. We never saw it.’

I was talking with a lisp, due to the fact that my lower lip was swollen and split on the left side.

‘You must explain,’ I went on, obsequiously. ‘We don’t know what happened. Did your friend here collect the diamond from the mine at Gutu to take it out of the country?’

The woman started as if she’d been stung in the arse by a scorpion, and said, ‘Who has told you that?’

‘Nobody. I put two and two together.’ When she didn’t answer, I went on: ‘If you’d told us to start with, it would have saved all this.’

‘Then the diamond is where?’

‘I don’t know. I told you, we never saw it.’

‘But you went to the aircraft.’

‘Yes. But I never got into it. The only one who did was Whinger. And now you’ve killed him, he can’t tell you anything.’ I nodded in the direction his body had disappeared. ‘We didn’t have time to search the plane. It was far too dangerous. Fuel was leaking everywhere. We knew there was going to be an explosion any second. It was touch and go. Getting you out was the bravest thing I’ve ever seen anyone do.’

She took that with a stony face. She didn’t know whether or not to believe me. I could have been lying to cover myself. On the other hand, she’d seen for herself that Whinger had suffered horrific burns. To put the ball in her court, I asked, ‘Where
was
the diamond?’

‘In the front. A special compartment.’

‘The nose-cone?’

‘Yes.’

‘Well, I can tell you this much. After the crash that part of the aircraft was crumpled but intact. I expect it’s still inside. How big was it?’

She glanced at Muende before answering. ‘Like this. Like a ball for golf.’ She held her finger and thumb more than an inch apart.

‘In a special container?’

‘Yes. A box of steel.’

Muende had been listening intently. Now he asked her something in dialect, and she translated, ‘You can find the aircraft again?’

‘I think so.’ I didn’t want to sound too confident. ‘It should be possible, provided we can get into the right area, north of the river.’

‘You can drive to it with the car?’

‘No.’ I shook my head. ‘The ground’s too rough. The site’s on the side of a mountain, all rocks and small cliffs. We’ll have to walk the last few kilometres.’

Again she conferred with Muende.

To make the journey sound more difficult, I said, ‘It would be best if we could go back to Gutu and retrace our route from there.’

‘That is not possible. Government forces have captured the mine.’

Acting dumb, I shrugged my shoulders, and said, ‘In that case, I don’t know.’

Didn’t the bitch realise where she’d been, after all? Or was she playing some deep game?

‘Well,’ I went. ‘If you can get me back into the area, I’ll do my best to find it.’ Apparently as an afterthought, I added, ‘Of course, if the general has a helicopter, that would make it easier.’

‘He has one, but it is broken. Now, show us.’

She spoke to one of the bodyguards, who stepped forward and unfolded a map, laying it out on the table. Two guards hoisted me up, chair and all, and carried me forward.

In the dim lamplight the map was hard to read, and with my hands tied behind me I couldn’t indicate, so I had to operate by remote control. When Inge put the tip of a pencil on Gutu, all I could say was, ‘Up. Up. Now, left. More. Up again.’ Soon she was pointing to an area well north of where the Beechcraft had gone in, on the wrong range of hills.

‘Now you must be getting close,’ I told her. ‘All right, on that slope there. I should say that’s about it.’

‘So,’ she went, ‘we work out a route.’

‘Keep the party small,’ I warned her. ‘We’ll be in enemy territory and we don’t want to attract attention.’

‘Of course,’ she agreed.

Muende, who seemed to have relapsed into a stupor, roused himself, and said, ‘How do we know you’re telling the truth?’

‘You don’t,’ I said. ‘But you will when we get to the plane. The diamond must still be there.’

‘Your friend.’ Muende jerked a hand towards Genesis. ‘Why doesn’t he talk?’

‘He wasn’t at the plane. He never saw it on the deck, because he didn’t get anywhere near it. You can keep him out of this.’

I looked at Gen and saw he was about to say something, but I cut him off by grunting, ‘Cool it.’ If he started telling the general he’d sinned in the eyes of God and man, he could easily crack off another but of thuggery.

Once again, Inge spoke to Muende in dialect. Then she faced us, and said, ‘So, at first lighting tomorrow, we go. All together to find the diamond.’

‘Suits me,’ I went. ‘And if we find it? What then?’

‘You will be free. But tonight you will remain prisoner.’

‘We need some water,’ I told her. ‘Both of us.’

‘That can be arranged.’

With that, we were cut away from our chairs and dragged off, leaving the boss figure slumped at his table. The electricity system was still down, and only a few fires and lamps flickered round the compound in the warm darkness. By then I realised I’d pissed myself during the beating: my left trouser leg and sock were soaked.

The next we knew, we were in a proper lock-up. One guy stood with the barrel of a rifle in the small of my back while two others cut away the ropes round my arms and replaced them with metal handcuffs, which bit into my wrists. Then, with my arms still behind me, they made the cuffs fast with a short length of chain to a shackle mounted in the wall. Somebody else fixed Gen up the same, to the next shackle, a couple of metres away.

Our gaolers went out, but they didn’t lock the door, and I felt sure they’d be back in a moment. Sure enough, in came the guy who’d escorted me, carrying a mug or cup.

‘You want drink?’ he said, and shoved the mug hard into my face, so that the metal rim grated across my front teeth. Being thirsty as hell, I took a sip. It was fresh piss, with a hot, acid stink. I went
phworrrh!
and spat out the little I’d taken in.

‘Don’t touch it, Gen,’ I went.

The guy didn’t even offer the mug again. He didn’t speak any more. He just threw the contents into my face, went out, and rattled some locks into place behind him.

Gen gave him a minute to get clear, then said quietly, ‘How are you doing, Geordie?’

‘Fucking awful,’ I answered. ‘How about you?’

‘Not great. My ribs are in a mess. I’ve shat myself, too. Are you hurt much?’

‘I’m hurt, but I think it’s only bruises. Fucking stiff neck, too.’

‘Can you sit on the floor?’

‘Not a chance,’ I told him. ‘Can’t reach.’

‘Me neither. Kneel?’

‘Just.’

‘Ditto. We’re in for a long night.’

We’d hardly got a glimpse of our surroundings, and now we were in almost total darkness. The only glimmer of light came in through a ventilation space left between the top of the walls and the roof, high above our heads. The opening was a perfect entrance and exit for mozzies, which were soon whining in to attack us. I could feel that the wall was made of bare concrete blocks, and by scraping with my boot I could tell that the floor was earth, but that was all we knew.

Soon I realised we weren’t alone. Rustling noises started up on the other side of the room, and at first I thought they were being made by another prisoner, maybe as his last gasp from thirst and hunger. Then I heard some squeaks as well, and I said, ‘Fucking rats!’

‘Yeah,’ Gen went. ‘I just had one run over my foot.’

By their noise, the rodents were everywhere – not only at floor level, but around the roof as well. For some time we were both silent, busy with our own thoughts. Try as I might to banish the image, my mind kept returning to the horrific sight of Whinger’s innards sliding down in coils over the side of the table. After a bit, I said, ‘Gen, did you see how they killed him?’

‘The guy with the machete slit his belly open and carved out the liver. That was what killed him. Loss of blood.’

‘Thank God I was on the deck when that was happening. I never saw it. I never heard him shout, either.’

‘I don’t think he made a sound. He must have been unconscious already. They’d given him some battering. I don’t reckon he felt a thing.’

‘Gen, these people are fucking animals.’

‘No, Geordie. They’re lower than animals. Animals don’t behave like that.’

‘Fair enough,’ I agreed. ‘But if I get the slightest chance, am I going to level the score!’

‘“Life for life,”’ Genesis intoned in his singsong Welsh, ‘“eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, burning for burning, wound for wound, stripe for stripe.”’

‘Who said that?’

‘It was God, giving the law to Moses in the Book of Exodus.’

‘That’s what it’s going to be for me.’

‘But that was the Old Testament, Geordie. Jesus said the opposite. He said, “Turn the other cheek.”’

‘That can’t apply to someone who did what this guy did.’

‘Geordie, that man’s mad. He was also pissed out of his mind.’

‘I know. But he’s got a brain. He’s been expensively educated. That makes him all the more dangerous. Gen, it’s going to be him or us.’

‘He said if they find the diamond, we’ll be free to go.’

‘Bollocks. Muende knows we saw him kill Whinger. If we take him to the plane and he gets his diamond, the first thing he’ll do is top us, to make sure we don’t talk.’

‘What’s your plan, then?’

‘We’ll have to go with them. Make as if we’re playing along. Get them relaxed. Maybe we’ll become confused, won’t be able to find the site. We’ll play for time by taking them to the wrong area. The longer the trek, the twitchier they’ll get. They won’t tab far, either of them. The bitch is lame, and he’s fat as a pig.’ I stopped, then added, ‘Of course, everything will be different if they get their hands on my GPS. If they did that, and got the thing to work, they might put two and two together and dispense with our services altogether.’

‘What if we do take them to the plane?’

‘I don’t know. Maybe we bounce one of the guards, grab a weapon, drop them. It depends what route they take. We might even meet the rest of our own guys, coming the other way.’

Gen didn’t answer immediately. But presently, he said, ‘I wonder how they’re doing.’

‘So do I. My gut feeling is they’ve got the wagon free. I just hope to hell they don’t go looking for us around the convent in the morning.’ Again there was a silence. Then Gen asked, ‘What’s the relationship between the two?’

‘Muende and the German? God knows. They can’t be shagging. Or can they?’

‘Anything goes,’ said Gen. ‘You never know. Maybe she’s after the diamond for herself. Maybe, if she’d managed to get it out of the country, she’d have just pissed off over the horizon.’

What with thirst, headache, exhaustion, aching arms and wrists, mozzies and rats, it was hard to follow any train of thought for long. But my mind kept going back to Whinger. I couldn’t stop thinking of how the machete must have sliced through his stomach muscles. Again and again I saw those intestines, still alive, slipping down over the side of the table and landing in coils on the floor.

Another worry began to needle me. ‘Gen,’ I said. ‘Was it my fault that he got killed?’

‘What d’you mean?’

‘If I hadn’t butted the woman . . . if I hadn’t created that disturbance.’

‘No, no, Geordie. Forget that. It was going to happen sooner or later. The woman was gunning for Whinger all along.’

‘You’re right there. And now I’ve thought of something else.’

‘What’s that?’