flame。 The wing wobbled from the impact； but Zavala got it back under control。 He kept climbing before he leveled off at five thousand feet。
Zavala realized he had forgotten to breathe。 He puffed out his cheeks and gulped air into his lungs so quickly the effort made him dizzy。 Austin asked him to do a damage check。 He did a visual inspection of the plane from his perch。 The fuselage was riddled with bullet holes。 Scraps of aluminum continued to peel off； and a second engine was starting to smoke。
〃She looks like a wedge of Swiss cheese； but she's a tough old bird。〃
He put the flying wing on a course that would take them into the vicinity of Nome。 There was no need for altitude； and he kept the plane at a few thousand feet。 After a while he started laughing。
〃What's so funny； padre？〃 Austin called out from his perch； where he was fiddling with the radio。
〃I was just wondering what they're going to say when we e tooling in all shot up with a fifty…year…old stealth bomber。〃
〃Simple。 We'll say we were flying a mission and were kid napped by a UFO。〃
Zavala shook his head。 〃That's almost as unbelievable as the real story；〃 he said。
The arrival of the bullet…riddled flying wing had been the biggest event to hit Nome since the original Iditarod。 Word of the odd shaped black plane that had landed without landing gear on a sheet of foam had spread like wildfire； and before long it was surrounded by curious townspeople。 Austin had called Sandecker from the airport to report his findings and to request some muscle power。 Sandecker got in touch with the Pentagon and learned that a Special Operations team was on maneuvers at Elendorf Air Force Base outside Anchorage。 The team was ordered to fly into Nome。 After Austin briefed the Special Ops leaders at a strategy session； they decided to send the helicopter ahead to scope the situation out； with a quick followup by the main assault force。
It was something of a coincidence that Austin and Zavala returned to the secret blimp base in a Pave Hawk helicopter。 The sixty…four…foot…long aircraft was the same kind of helicopter that patrolled Area 51； the top…secret location that UFO buffs say holds alien remains and a spaceship that crashed in Roswell； New Mexico。 The helicopter had e in alone at a speed of a hundred and fifty miles per hour； flying low over the tundra to avoid detection。 As it came up on the base； it made one pass over the water…covered airstrip； scouring the ground with its motion and vibration sensors。 Finding no signs of life； the chopper went into a wide circling pattern。 On board was a crew of three； eight heavily armed Special Operations troops； and two passengers； Austin and Zavala； who scanned the skies expectantly。 They didn't have long to wait。 A fixed…wing plane appeared from the direction of the sea and passed over the base。 The four…engine turboprop bat Talon was especially designed for inserting a Special Operations Team under any conditions。 Dark objects dropped from the fuselage and within seconds blossomed into twenty…six parachutes。 The paratroopers floated down into the low hills behind the flying wing hangar。
The helicopter continued to circle。 The plane brought in the first contingent as part of a one…two punch。 If the initial assault group ran into trouble the chopper would blast the opposition from the air with its twin 7。62mm guns and land the backup force where it was most needed。
Several tense minutes passed。 Then the voice of the team leader on the ground crackled over the chopper's radio。
〃All clear。 Okay to e in。〃
The Hawk darted in over the scattered wreckage of the ski plane and the blackened hulk of the chopper that had been dispatched by the flying wing。 It landed directly in front of the hangar whose massive door gaped wide open like a patient in a dentist chair。 A contingent of camouflage…clad Special Ops troops armed with M…16Al assault rifles and grenade launchers； each man a killing machine of formidable power； guarded the outside while another squad explored the hangar's cavernous interior。 The helicopter troops poured out of the side doors as soon as the wheels touched the ground and joined their rades。
Then the two NUMA men got out and walked into the hangar。 The space seemed even more enormous now that it no longer housed the flying wing。 Blackened and charred debris left over from their takeoff was scattered throughout the hangar。 The rear walls； which had felt the full force and heat of the jet…engine exhaust； were scorched and the paint blistered。 They picked their way around the smoldering rubble and went directly to the storeroom。 The door was open。 The canisters were gone。
〃Empty as a bottle of tequila on a Sunday morning；〃 Zavala said。
〃I was afraid of this。 They must have brought in another chopper。〃
They walked outside to get away from the choking smoke inside the hangar。 The Talon had found a flat； dry strip of land and was landing about a quarter of a mile away。 They headed to ward the wreckage of the helicopter； hoping it could provide clues to the attack。 Blackened corpses were visible in and around the charred hulk。 The officer who had led the first wave came over and shook hands。
〃I don't know why you wanted us to e along；〃 he said； jerking his thumb at the downed chopper。 〃You boys did fine on your own。〃
〃We didn't want to press our luck；〃 Austin said。
The officer grinned。 〃This place is as clean as a whistle。 We checked the underground bunker as you suggested。 Found a couple of dead guys at the bottom of the shaft you told us to watch out for。 You know anything about that？〃
Austin and Zavala exchanged a surprised glance。
〃Joe and I set up a little tiger trap for our guests。 We never expected it to work。〃
〃Oh； it worked。 Remind me never to e in your back door without knocking。〃
〃I'll remember。 Sorry you had to go through all this trouble for nothing；〃 Austin said。
〃You can never be too careful。 You know what happened on Atka and Kiska。〃
Austin nodded。 He knew the story of the two Aleutian Is lands occupied by the Japanese。 After U。S。 troops were bloodied in the invasion of one island； they planned a massive invasion of Kiska； only to find the Japanese had quietly slipped away the night before。
〃The same thing happened here。 The chickens have flown the coop。〃
The officer surveyed the twisted wreckage again and let out a low whistle。 〃I'd say you clipped their wings。〃
Austin shook his head。 〃Unfortunately there was something back in that hangar they took with them。 Thanks anyway for all your help； Major。〃
〃My pleasure。 Drills are fine； but there is no substitute for a mission where people might actually be shooting at you。〃
〃I'll see if I can arrange that next time。〃
The officer smiled a tight smile。 〃From the looks of that old bomber you brought into Nome； I'd say you're probably a man of your word。〃
With that operation a bust； Austin and Zavala accepted the offer of a ride to Elendorf； where they might be able to catch a flight to Washington。 When the planes stopped at Nome to re fuel； Zavala volunteered to use his considerable charm and the NUMA bank account to soothe the owner of the leased Maule that had been destroyed。 He was ing out of the lease office after agreeing to buy the pany a new plane when he saw Austin striding toward him with a serious expression on his face。 He handed Zavala a piece of paper。
〃This just came in。〃
Zavala scanned the message from NUMA： 〃Gamay and Francesca kidnapped。 Trout injured。 e home immediately。 S。〃
Without exchanging a word they hustled across the tarmac toward the waiting Talon。
Chapter 32
Paul Trout lay in his hospital bed with his chest and nose wrapped in bandages； cursing him self repeatedly for not being more alert to danger。 When he and Gamay were dodging the arrows of headhunters their survival instincts were at their sharpest。 But their return to the so…called civilized world had dulled their senses。 They had no idea that the eyes watching from the van parked outside their Georgetown townhouse were far more savage than any they had encountered in the jungle。
The letters painted on the van's doors； identifying it as be longing to the District of Columbia department of public works； were still tacky to the touch。 Inside the vehicle was the latest in munications and electronic snooping equipment。 Bent over the TV monitors and speakers that probed the brick walls of the house were the Kradzik brothers。 Watching and waiting did not e easily to the twins。 In Bosnia they used a brutally simple routine。 They picked their target of choice。 Then they and a couple of truckloads of paramilitary troops pulled up to the house in the dead of night； bashed the door in； and dragged the terrified occupants from their beds。 The men were taken away and shot； the women raped and murdered； the house systematically looted。
Getting into the Trouts' townhouse presented a different problem。 The house was on a back street； but it was well traveled with pedestrians and car traffic。 The street had been even busier than usual since the Trouts r