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No Account? Then the man was gone and Robie turned down the doorway the man had vacated. He shut and locked it behind him and moved forward, quickening his pace. His shoes were rubber-soled.
They made no sound on the stone floor. Six hundred feet in he saw the door on the right side. He took it.
An old monk's cloak was hung on a peg. He donned it and put the hood up.
There were other things there for him. All necessary. Night-vision goggles. A recorder. A Glock pistol with suppressor can attached. And a knife. He waited, checking his watch every five minutes. His watch was synched to the very second with someone else's. He opened another door and passed through it. He moved downward, reached a grate in the floor, lifted it, and skittered down a set of iron handrails set into the stone.
He hit the floor silently, moved left, counted off his paces. Above him was Edinburgh. At least the "new" part. He was in Underground Edinburgh now, home to several ghost and walking tours.
He glided down the dark brick-and-stone passages, his powered goggles letting him see everything in crisp definition.
Electric lamps on the walls were set at fairly regular intervals. But it was still very dark down here. He could almost hear the voices of the dead around him. It was part of local lore that when the plague came in the s it struck impoverished areas of the city-such as Mary King's Close-especially hard. And in response the city walled up folks here forever to prevent the spread of the disease. Robie didn't know if that was true or not. But it wouldn't surprise him if it were.
That's what civilization sometimes did to threats, real or perceived. They walled them off. Us against them. Survival of the fittest. You die so I can live. Ten minutes to go. He moved slower, adjusting his pace so he would arrive seconds before he was supposed to.
Just in case. He heard them before he saw them. There were five, not counting the guide. The man and the peripherals. They would be armed. They would be ready. The peripherals would think this was the perfect place for an ambush. They would be right. It was stupid for the man to come down here.
It was. The carrot had to be especially big. It was as big as it was total bullshit. Still, he had come because he knew no better.
Which made Robie wonder how dangerous the man really was. But that was not his call. He had four minutes to go. He heard the guide talking, giving the memorized spiel and delivering it in a mysterious, ghostlike voice. Melodrama sells, thought Robie. And in fact the uniqueness of the voice was vital to the plan tonight.
There was a right-angle turn coming up. The tour was heading for it.
So was Robie, just from the opposite way. The timing was so tight that there was no margin of error. Robie counted the paces. He knew the guide was doing the same.
They had even practiced the length of their strides, to get them perfectly choreographed. Seven seconds later the guide, who was the same height and build as Robie, and wearing a cloak identical to his, came around the bend a mere five paces ahead of his party. He held a flashlight. That was the one thing Robie could not duplicate.
Both of his hands had to be free, for obvious reasons.
The guide turned left and disappeared into a cleft cut into the rock that led into another room with another exit. As soon as he saw this, Robie pivoted, putting his back to the group of men who would round the corner a few moments later. One hand slipped down to the recorder on his belt under the cloak and turned it on.
The guide's dramatic voice boomed out, continuing the tale that he had momentarily halted to take the turn. Robie did not like having his back to anyone, but there was no other way for the plan to work. The men had lights. They would see that he was not the guide. That he was not doing the talking. That he was wearing goggles.
The voice droned on. He started to walk forward. He slowed. They caught up to him. Their lights swept across his back. He heard their collective breaths.
Their smells. Sweat, cologne, the garlic they'd had in their meals. Their last meals. Or mine, depending on how it goes. It was time.
He turned. A deep knife strike took out the point man. He dropped to the floor, trying to hold in his severed organs. Robie shot the second man in the face. The sound of the suppressed round was like a hard slap. It echoed off the rock walls and mingled with the screams of the dying men. The others were reacting now. But they were not truly professionals. They preyed on the weak and the poorly skilled.
Robie was neither.
There were three of them left, but only two would be any trouble. Robie hurled the knife and its point ended up in the third man's chest. He dropped with a heart split nearly in half. The man behind him fired, but Robie had already moved, using the third man as a shield. The bullet hit the rock wall. Part of it stayed in the wall. Part of it ricocheted off and found download in the opposite wall.
The man fired a second and third time, but he missed his target because his adrenaline had spiked, blown his fine motor skills and caused his aim to fail. He next executed a desperation spray and pray, emptying his mag.
Bullets bounced off hard rock. One slug hit the point man in the head on a ricochet.