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'All I'm saying is that her cards are a little too good,' Torres shot back, smiling even more.

'Well, are you going to deal or what?' said Marla, who had cheated but wanted to remain cool. She had already won almost two hundred from him.

This streak can't last much longer. I'll have to start letting him win, or one night I'm going to end up with that blade in my neck, she thought.

Slowly Torres began to deal making all sorts of faces to distract them.

The truth is, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d's cute. If he wasn't such a psycho and didn't smell weird, he'd turn me on big time.



At that moment the frequency scanner, which sat on a table six feet from where they were playing, started to beep.

'What the h.e.l.l?' said Marla.

'It's the verdammt verdammt scanner, Jackson.' scanner, Jackson.'

'Torres, go look at it.'

'The f.u.c.k I will. I bet five bucks.'

Marla got up and looked at the screen on the scanner, a machine the size of a small video recorder that n.o.body used any more, except that this one had an LCD screen and cost a hundred times more.

'Seems OK; it's restarting,' Marla said, returning to the table. 'I'll see your five and raise you five.'

'I'm out,' said Alryk, leaning back in his chair.

'Chickens.h.i.+t. Doesn't even have a pair,' said Marla.

'You think you're the one running the show, Mrs Dekker?' Torres said.

Marla didn't mind the words as much as his tone. Suddenly she forgot about letting him win.

'No way, Torres. I live in coloured land, bro.'

'What colour? s.h.i.+t brown?'

'Any colour except yellow. Funny . . . the coward's colour, same as on the top of your flag.'

Marla was sorry as soon as she said it. Torres might be a filthy degenerate rat from Medellin, but for a Colombian his country and his flag were as sacred as Jesus. Her opponent pressed his lips together so tightly they almost disappeared and his cheeks turned slightly purple. Marla felt both scared and excited; she enjoyed putting Torres down and drinking in his rage.

Now I'll have to lose the two hundred bucks I won from him and another two hundred of my own. This pig is so p.i.s.sed off he's likely to hit me, even though he knows Dekker would kill him.

Alryk looked at them, more than a little worried. Marla knew how to take care of herself, but at that moment she felt as if she were crossing a mine field.

'Come on, Torres, raise Jackson. She's bluffing.'

'Leave him alone. I don't think he plans to shave any new customers today, right, f.u.c.ker?'

'What are you talking about, Jackson?'

'Don't tell me it wasn't you who did the white prof last night?'

Torres looked very serious.

'It wasn't me.'

'It had your signature all over it: a small, sharp instrument, low in the back.'

'I'm telling you, it wasn't me.'

'And I'm saying that I saw you arguing with the ponytailed white dude on the s.h.i.+p.'

'Come off it, I argue with a lot of people. n.o.body understands me.'

'Then who was it? The simoon? Or maybe the priest?'

'Sure, it could have been the old crow.'

'You're not serious, Torres,' Alryk cut in. 'That priest is only a warmer bruder warmer bruder.'

'Hasn't he told you? This big-time hit man is scared s.h.i.+tless of the priest.'

'I'm not scared of anything. I'm just telling you, he's dangerous,' Torres said, pulling a face.

'I think you swallowed the story that he's from the CIA. For Christ's sake, he's an old man.'

'Only three or four years older than your senile boyfriend. And as far as I know, the boss can break a donkey's neck with his bare hands.'

'd.a.m.n right, f.u.c.ker,' said Marla, who loved bragging about her man.

'He's much more dangerous than you think, Jackson. If you'd taken your head out of your a.s.s for one moment you'd have read the report. That guy is Special Ops pararescue. There's n.o.body better. A few months before the boss picked you up as the group's mascot, we did an operation in Tikrit. There was a Special Forces para in our unit. You wouldn't believe the things I saw that guy do . . . they're not normal. Those dudes have death stuck all over them.'

'Paras are bad news. Hard like hammers,' Alryk said.

'Go to h.e.l.l, the two of you, f.u.c.king Catholic babies,' Marla said. 'What do you think he carries in that black briefcase? C4? A gun? You both patrol that canyon with an M4 that can spit out nine hundred bullets a minute. What's he going to do, smack you with his Bible? Maybe he'll ask the doctor for a scalpel to cut off your nuts.'

'I'm not worried about the doc,' Torres said, waving his hand dismissively. 'She's just some Mossad d.y.k.e. I can handle her. But Fowler-'

'Forget the old crow. Hey, if all this is an excuse for not admitting that you took care of the white prof-'

'Jackson, I'm telling you it wasn't me. But trust me: n.o.body here is who they say they are.'

'Then thank G.o.d we have an Ypsilon protocol on this mission,' Jackson said, displaying her perfectly white teeth, which had cost her mother eighty double s.h.i.+fts in the diner where she worked.

'As soon as your boyfriend says sarsaparilla sarsaparilla it's time for heads to roll. The first one I'm going after is the priest.' it's time for heads to roll. The first one I'm going after is the priest.'

'Don't mention the code, f.u.c.ker. Go ahead and raise.'

'n.o.body's going to raise,' Alryk said, motioning to Torres. The Colombian held back his chips. 'The frequency scanner isn't working. It keeps trying to start.'

'f.u.c.k. Something's wrong with the electricity. Leave it alone.'

'Halt die klappe Affe. We can't have that thing turned off or Dekker will kick our a.s.s. I'm going to check out the electrical panel. You two go on playing.'

Torres looked as if he was about to continue the game, but then he gave Jackson a cold stare and got up.

'Wait up, white man. I want to stretch my legs.'

Marla realised that she had gone too far in messing with Torres's manhood, and the Colombian had placed her high up on his list of potential hits. She was only a little sorry. Torres hated everybody, so why not give him a good reason?

'I'm going too,' she said.

The three went out into the boiling heat. Alryk squatted near the platform.

'Everything looks OK here. I'm going to check out the generator.'

Shaking her head, Marla went back inside the tent, wanting to lie down for a while. But before going inside she noticed the Colombian kneeling at the end of the platform and digging around in the sand. He picked up an object and looked at it with a weird smile on his lips.

Marla didn't understand the significance of the red lighter decorated with the flowers.

42.

THE EXCAVATION.

AL MUDAWWARA DESERT, JORDAN.

Friday, 14 July 2006. 8:31 p.m.

Andrea's afternoon had been a series of close calls.

She had barely managed to escape from under the platform when she heard the soldiers getting up from the table. And not a moment too soon. A few more seconds of the hot air from the generator and she would have pa.s.sed out for good. She crawled out through the side of the tent opposite the door, stood up, and walked very slowly towards the infirmary, doing her best not to keel over. What she really needed was a shower, but that was out of the question, since she didn't want to go in that direction and run into Fowler. She grabbed two bottles of water and her camera and left the infirmary tent again, looking for a quiet spot on the rocks in the index finger.

She found a hiding place on a small slope above the canyon floor and sat there watching the archaeologists' activities. She didn't know what stage their grief had reached now. At some point Fowler and Dr Harel went by, probably looking for her. Andrea ducked her head behind the rocks and tried to piece together what she had heard.

The first conclusion she came to was that she couldn't trust Fowler - which was something she already knew - and she couldn't trust Doc - which was something that made her even more uncomfortable. Her thoughts about Harel hadn't gone much beyond the tremendous physical attraction All I have to do is look at her and I'm turned on.

But the idea that she was a spy for Mossad was more than Andrea could handle.

The second conclusion she reached was that she had no choice but to trust the priest and the doctor if she wanted to get out of this alive. Those words about the Ypsilon protocol had totally undermined her sense of who was really in charge of the operation.

On one side there's Forrester and his stooges, all of them much too meek to pick up a knife and kill one of their own. Or maybe not. Then there's the maintenance people, tied to their thankless work - no one pays them much attention. Kayn and Russell, the brains behind this madness. A group of hired soldiers, and a secret code word to start killing people. But to kill who, or who else? What's clear, for better or worse, is that our fate was sealed the moment we joined this expedition. And it seems fairly certain that it is for worse.

Andrea must have fallen asleep at some point because when she woke up, the sun was going down and a heavy grey light had replaced the usual high contrast between sand and shade in the canyon. Andrea was sorry she had missed the sunset. Each day she tried to make sure she went to the open area beyond the canyon at that time. The sun would dive into the sand, revealing layers of heat that looked like waves on the horizon. Its final burst of light was like a gigantic orange explosion that remained in the sky for several minutes after it had disappeared.

Back here in the canyon's index finger, the only twilight scenery was large, bare sandy rock. With a sigh she reached her hand into her trouser pocket and pulled out her packet of cigarettes. Her lighter was nowhere to be found. Surprised, she began searching her other pockets until a voice in Spanish almost made her heart leap into her throat.

'Looking for this, my little b.i.t.c.h?'

Andrea glanced up. Five feet above her, Torres was lying on the slope, his arm outstretched, offering her the red lighter. She guessed that the Colombian must have been there for a while - stalking her - stalking her - and it sent a s.h.i.+ver up her spine. Trying not to betray her fear, she stood up and reached for the lighter. and it sent a s.h.i.+ver up her spine. Trying not to betray her fear, she stood up and reached for the lighter.

'Didn't your mother teach you how to speak to a lady, Torres?' Andrea said, controlling her nerves enough to light the cigarette and exhale the smoke towards the mercenary.

'Sure, but I don't see no lady here.'

Torres was staring at Andrea's smooth thighs. She was wearing a pair of trousers that she'd unzipped above the knees to convert them into shorts. With the heat, she had rolled them up even further, and the white skin above her suntan seemed sensual and inviting to him. When Andrea noticed the direction of the Colombian's gaze, her fear increased. She turned towards the end of the canyon. One loud scream would be good enough to get everyone's attention. The crew had started digging some test pits a couple of hours before - almost the same time as her little trip under the soldiers' tent.

But when she turned, she couldn't see anyone. The mini-excavator was sitting there by itself, off to one side.

'Everybody's gone to the funeral, baby. We're all alone.'

'Shouldn't you be at your post, Torres?' Andrea said, pointing to one of the cliffs, trying to appear nonchalant.

'I'm not the only one who's been somewhere they shouldn't, right? That's something we need to correct, no question about it.'

The soldier jumped down to where Andrea was standing. They were on a rocky platform no bigger than a pingpong table, some fifteen feet above the canyon floor. An irregular pile of rocks was heaped up towards the edge of the platform, which had served to conceal Andrea earlier, but now blocked her escape.

'I don't know what you're talking about, Torres,' Andrea said, playing for time.

The Colombian took a step forward. He was now so close to Andrea that she could see the beads of sweat covering his forehead.

'Of course you do. And now you're going to do something for me, if you know what's good for you. It's a shame that such a fine-looking girl has to be a d.y.k.e. But I think that's because you've never had a good stiff one.'

Andrea took a step back towards the rocks, but the Colombian placed himself between her and the place where she had climbed on to the platform.

'You wouldn't dare, Torres. The other guards could be watching us right now.'

'Only Waaka can see us . . . and he's not going to do a thing. He'll feel kind of jealous, can't get it up any more. Too many steroids. But don't worry, mine works fine. You'll see.'

Andrea realised that it was impossible to get away, so she made a decision out of pure desperation. She tossed her cigarette to the ground, planted her two feet firmly on the rock and leaned forward a little. She wasn't going to make it easy for him.

'Come on then, you son of a wh.o.r.e. If you want it, come and get it.'

A sudden gleam ran across Torres's eyes, a mixture of excitement at the challenge and anger at the insult to his mother. He lunged forward and grabbed Andrea's arm, pulling her roughly towards him with a strength that didn't seem possible in someone so short.

'I love that you're asking for it, b.i.t.c.h.'

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