âChange of plans,â Bolan snapped. âFollow me.â
The Executioner turned and raced with the hostage toward a line of vehicles. A shot rang out behind them, followed instantly by a dozen volleys.
Turning, Bolan raked the compound with a long burst from his Steyr AUG. Mandy fumbled with her pistol, getting off several shots, yelping as a round stung her palm.
Reaching the motor pool, Bolan chose a jeep at random, slid behind the wheel and gunned its engine into snarling life as Mandy scrambled into the shotgun seat.
âHang on!â he said, flooring the gas pedal, barreling through the middle of the camp to reach the access roadâand freedom.
Esosa Village, Delta State, Nigeria
David Uzochi had been fortunate. Heâd left home an hour before dawn to hunt, and he had been rewarded with a herd of topi when his ancient Timex wristwatch told him it was 8:13 a.m.
With game in sight, it came down to his skill with the equally ancient .303-caliber Lee-Enfield bolt-action rifle he carried, its nine-pound weight as familiar to Uzochi as the curve of his wifeâs hip or breast.
Heâd nearly smiled, thinking how pleased Enyinnaya would be when he brought home the meat, but he had caught himself in time, before the twitch of his lip or glint of sunlight on his white teeth could betray him to the grazing topi.
His first shot had been the only one he needed. As the other topi dashed away frantically to save themselves, Uzochi had been swift to clean his kill. There was no time to waste, when flies appeared to find a wound almost before the skin was broken, and the brutal sun began corrupting flesh before the last heartbeat had time to fade away.
The four-mile walk back to Esosa was a good deal shorter than his outward journey, since he was no longer seeking game, and he wouldnât rest once along the way, despite the forty-something kilograms of flesh and bone draping his left shoulder. Uzochi drew a kind of buoyancy from his success, doubly thankful that he had meat enough to share with some of his neighbors.
The sound of the explosion made him break stride, pausing long enough to lock on its apparent point of origin.
The pipeline. What else could it be?
He cursed the Itsekiri bastards who were almost certainly responsible. Their war against pipelines and the pumping fields meant less than nothing to Uzochi, but he understood the Itsekirisâ hatred for his people, the Ijaw. And if this raid had brought them near Esosaâ¦
Any doubt was banished from Uzochiâs mind when he saw the first black plume of smoke against the clear sky. The pipeline passed within a thousand yards of his village, and how could any Itsekiri cutthroat neglect such a target when it was presented?
Uzochi began to run, jogging at first, until he stabilized the topiâs deadweight to his new pace, then accelerating. He couldnât sprint with the topi across his shoulders, and he never once considered dropping it.
Whoever managed to survive the raid would still need food.
Tears blurred his vision as he ran, thinking of Enyinnaya in the Itsekirisâ hands. Perhaps sheâd seen or heard them coming and had fled in time.
A distant crackling sound of gunfire, now.
The sudden pain he felt was like a knife blade being plunged into his heart. It didnât slow him, rather the reverse, but in his wounded heart David Uzochi knew he was too late.
Too late to save the only woman he had ever loved.
Too late to save the child growing inside her.
But, perhaps, not too late for revenge.
If heâd forgotten where the village lay, Uzochi could have found it by the smoke. When he was still a half mile distant, he could smell the smoke and something else. A stench of burning flesh that killed his appetite and made his stomach twist inside him.
It was over by the time he reached Esosa. Twenty minutes since heâd heard the last gunshots, and by the time he stood in front of the smoking ruins of his home, even the dust raised by retreating murderers had settled back to earth.
Uzochi didnât need the dust, though. He could track his enemies as he tracked game, with patience that assured him of a kill.
He would begin as soon as he had dug a grave for Enyinnaya and their unborn child. As soon as he had cooked a flank steak from the topi over glowing coals that once had been his home.