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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
Страница: 218 из 267Here's the deal. We're going to send you back to the house like nothing happened, with one exception. You're going to have a sheet of C4 strapped to your groin, and I'm going to have the detonator. If at any moment I think you're giving us up, I'll blow your balls off and leave you there on the floor to bleed to death. Any questions?»
The man swallowed hard and shook his head.
«Good.» Rapp turned to Coleman. «Put the sheet in his underwear and secure it. Marcus, is the jacket ready?»
«In a second.»
Rapp looked Dave in the eye and said, «You have my word. If you cooperate, I'll let you live.»
It took Coleman a little more than a minute to rig the plastic explosives. Rapp took a second to go over the layout of his house and then told the men in detail how they would proceed. After a quick communications check, they piled into the Crown Victoria and were off. Rapp, Coleman, and Stroble were in the back seat, and Hackett was in the amp;onto The van followed behind at a discreet distance. Coleman and his men all carried suppressed MP-5 submachine guns. Rapp had only his trusted Beretta 92F with three extra fifteen-round clips. On the way to the house, they received status reports from the helicopter. Everything was as expected. One man standing post on the front porch, a second on the back deck, and two more inside, presumably at the kitchen table.
As they turned off the county road and onto the street that would take them to the house, Rapp told the driver to douse the lights and stop. Next, he yanked the plastic cover off the dome light and pulled the bulb. Turning to Stroble, he said, «Once he turns into the driveway, stay low in the back seat. I'll tell you when to move.» Rapp tapped the driver on the shoulder with the tip of his silencer. «If they ask what took so long, tell them they had to make a fresh pot of coffee for you. And then ask them immediately where the girl is.»
Rapp nodded for Coleman to get out of the car. As the door opened, the driver asked, «Are you going in shooting?»
«If they reach for their weapons, they're as good as dead. It's lip to them. Just drop your ass to the floor as soon as it starts, and you'll be fine.» The driver shook his head, and Rapp asked, «What?»
«They'll reach for their weapons.»
«Then they're dead.» With that Rapp, Coleman, and Hackett got out of the car and began jogging down the road. Rapp led the way. The lots in the neighborhood were all similar. They were pretty narrow with one hundred to two hundred feet of shoreline, and they ran around five hundred feet deep.
The man swallowed hard and shook his head.
«Good.» Rapp turned to Coleman. «Put the sheet in his underwear and secure it. Marcus, is the jacket ready?»
«In a second.»
Rapp looked Dave in the eye and said, «You have my word. If you cooperate, I'll let you live.»
It took Coleman a little more than a minute to rig the plastic explosives. Rapp took a second to go over the layout of his house and then told the men in detail how they would proceed. After a quick communications check, they piled into the Crown Victoria and were off. Rapp, Coleman, and Stroble were in the back seat, and Hackett was in the amp;onto The van followed behind at a discreet distance. Coleman and his men all carried suppressed MP-5 submachine guns. Rapp had only his trusted Beretta 92F with three extra fifteen-round clips. On the way to the house, they received status reports from the helicopter. Everything was as expected. One man standing post on the front porch, a second on the back deck, and two more inside, presumably at the kitchen table.
As they turned off the county road and onto the street that would take them to the house, Rapp told the driver to douse the lights and stop. Next, he yanked the plastic cover off the dome light and pulled the bulb. Turning to Stroble, he said, «Once he turns into the driveway, stay low in the back seat. I'll tell you when to move.» Rapp tapped the driver on the shoulder with the tip of his silencer. «If they ask what took so long, tell them they had to make a fresh pot of coffee for you. And then ask them immediately where the girl is.»
Rapp nodded for Coleman to get out of the car. As the door opened, the driver asked, «Are you going in shooting?»
«If they reach for their weapons, they're as good as dead. It's lip to them. Just drop your ass to the floor as soon as it starts, and you'll be fine.» The driver shook his head, and Rapp asked, «What?»
«They'll reach for their weapons.»
«Then they're dead.» With that Rapp, Coleman, and Hackett got out of the car and began jogging down the road. Rapp led the way. The lots in the neighborhood were all similar. They were pretty narrow with one hundred to two hundred feet of shoreline, and they ran around five hundred feet deep.