now he and Amatozio were seriously handicapping their retreat back up into the mountains. Of course it was a moot point, because once they got to where theyâd stashed their equipment and supplies it would be the end of the line for them anyway.
Hanson reached the top of the hill, took out his binoculars, and again studied the way behind them for any signs of pursuit. But the floor of the desert was clear, and he still couldnât hear anything in the air. Even now, of course, his hearing was affected by the bomb blast. In fact, for the first day and night afterwards none of them could hear a thing. It was only in the past couple of hours that their hearing had started to come back to normal.
Hauglar and Amatozio passed Hanson and started down a narrow defile that descended about twenty meters before the path opened up toward the crest of the next hill.
Harvey came up beside Hanson. âAnything?â
âNo, weâre still in the clear,â Hanson said, pocketing the binoculars. They started after Hauglar and Amatozio.
âWhat happens when we get there, Scott?â Harvey asked. He kept his voice low.
âWell, for one we should be able to talk to red warren. And weâll have food and water and some heavier firepower.â
âRight, and then what?â
âThatâll be up to Kuwait Cityââ
âNo, itâll be up to Washington, and you know it. Weâre too goddamned far inland for any kind of a rescue mission to work. But theyâll try it anyway because of who you are. No offense meant, Scott, but a lot of good people could get killed.â
âNo offense taken,â Hanson said. âAnd youâd never make it with your leg.â
âMy leg isnât the problem and you know that too. But Don is. We have enough fuel left to at least get us over the pass. From there we could conceivably catch thermals all the way back down to the front range hills. Maybe even as far as Panjgur.â He glanced at Hauglar and Amatozio. âBut you have to be able to see to fly.â
âI was thinking about that too. Maybe we could rig some kind of a tandem harness to connect two of the paragliders together.â
âIt might work.â
âWhatâs your point, Mike?â
âMaybe Donâs suggestion wasnât so far off the mark after all. If we can reach the equipment drop, one of us could stay with him while the other two went on to the coast. Theyâd have twice as much fuel.â
âOkay, so two of us make it to the coast, and even to our rendezvous point. Then what?â
âWe come back the same way we did before, only this time we bring help and the proper equipment to get Don and whoever draws the lot to stay with him out of here.â
âHow long would it take?â
Harvey shrugged. âTwo days to get out, two or three days to get a rescue mission cobbled together, and two or three to get back in.â
âAt least a week.â
Harvey nodded. âThere are lots of places for them to hide upââ
Amatozio heard the helicopters first. He said something to Hauglar, who looked over his shoulder then urgently motioned for Hanson and Harvey to take immediate cover.
At that moment Hanson finally heard the choppers too. He and Harvey scrambled to a pile of boulders that formed a narrow overhang. It wasnât much, but it was better than nothing. Along with their camos and the sun at such a low angle they had a reasonable chance of escaping detection.
âThereâs more than one,â Harvey said.
âThree, maybe four,â Hanson replied.
The first camouflaged Alouette III chopper flashed over the ridge about a hundred meters to the east. A second and third topped the hill even farther east, but a fourth thundered directly overhead less than fifty meters up.
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The British-built Sea King Mk 45 helicopter, its rotors