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Or at least still be alive…
Keith recognized the sound as soon as it crashed against his ears, echoing and reechoing off the concrete walls until it faded away.
A semiautomatic rifle, firing at least twenty rounds.
Heather, who had been behind him only a moment ago, was now next to him, her fingers digging into his arm.
"Where did it come from?" she whispered, as if afraid to speak out loud in the sudden silence that followed the volley of shots.
"Ahead," Keith replied, his voice grim. "Come on."
Giving Heather no chance to argue, he set out at a dogtrot, moving quickly down the tu
"Which way?" Heather gasped.
Raising the night goggles to his eyes, Keith sca
"This way," he said. "Hurry."
He took off again, not at an easy trot this time, but as fast as he could run.
Behind him, Heather struggled to keep up.
Perry Randall pressed the transmitter button on his radio, silently praying he was still within the instrument's short range. "This is Rattler. Come in, Control. This is Rattler!" He released the button and strained his ears to find a voice hidden in the static that was all he could hear.
Nothing.
He swore silently, glanced at the glowing dial on his watch, then played the thin beam of his penlight over the map in the back of his log. He was in Sector 2 of the second level, and Viper should be working the next sector on the same level. If the herders had done their job, Jeff Converse and Francis Jagger shouldn't be too far away. If they were a level down, though, Randall knew it was possible that Mamba might get them before he could get his own shot.
Not that it would matter if one of the others got Jagger- Randall didn't give a damn about him. When he'd looked over Jagger's record during the Hunt Committee meeting, it had been obvious that Jagger would be easy prey-big, and stupid, like a rhinoceros, dangerous only if you got too close. Indeed, Randall suspected that Jagger had already been taken, and whoever had bagged him was on his way back to the club, the carcass marked and mapped, ready for the gamekeepers to collect and deliver to Malcolm Baldridge. But Perry Randall wanted Jeff Converse himself-had wanted him ever since the night Converse had been arrested in the subway station, crouched over his victim. Of course, Heather had kept insisting the boy was i
Except that right now Perry Randall had the distinct feeling that something odd was happening.
He pressed the transmitter again. "This is Rattler. Come in, Control. This is Rattler." He released the button, listening.
Still nothing.
As he was about to try one more time, the quiet of the tu
Not a single shot, but a burst from a semiautomatic rifle.
His nerves suddenly tingling with the excitement of the hunt, Randall jerked the tiny plug from his ear and listened for another burst from the rifle so he could be certain of the direction from which it came.
Putting on his night vision goggles, he peered through the greenish haze of amplified light.
Three rats, invisible only a moment ago, could now be seen scurrying along the tu
The fight should not have ended that way, with one of the combatants fleeing the battleground.
The loser should not have been allowed to escape.
The loser should have died.
And today, the losers would die. Flush with anticipation, Perry Randall turned his full attention back to the hunt.
He heard another sound, this time that of ru
Even with the help of the night vision goggles, he almost missed it.
Almost, but not quite, for Randall's eyes were every bit as sharp as his mind, and though the shape in the distance had disappeared almost before he was aware that it was there at all, he caught it.
A man had gone into the cross passage ahead of him.
A rush of adrenaline sent a tingle through his nerves as Perry Randall started after the vanished figure.
He was certain the hunt would soon be over.
CHAPTER 38
Jeff could hear footsteps pounding somewhere behind him, but didn't dare to pause long enough for a backward glance. If it was one of the hunters, he'd be a dead man as soon as he stopped. If he and Jinx were to have any chance of escaping, they had to keep going, zigzagging back and forth across the tu
When Jinx nodded that she understood, he released his grip on her. His heart pounding, Jeff quickly looked around. The passage he'd turned into was far narrower than the tu
The narrow shaft appeared to come to a dead end no more than fifty yards ahead. As he was sca
"Listen!" she whispered. "They stopped."
Lowering the night scope, Jeff turned back around, his head moving as he strained to hear something-anything-in the sudden silence that had fallen over the tu
The hush was broken by the faint rattle of an approaching subway train. But even as the sound grew louder and the concrete beneath his feet began to vibrate, the familiar noise remained oddly muted, and then Jeff realized why-the train was above them by at least one level, maybe even two.
Which meant that if they were going to escape, they would have to get closer to the surface. But how?
If there was no escape from the passage he'd ducked into, then they had no choice but to return to the tu
Dust from the trembling ceiling of the passage settled down on them as the train passed overhead, and then its sound died away.