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〃For what purpose？〃
Giordino rolled his eyes。 〃I know that look。 He's hatching another Machiavellian scheme。〃
〃Nothing too contrived；〃 Pitt said patiently。 〃I figure that after the bushwhackers land and begin chasing around the ruins searching for us； we'll borrow their helicopter and fly off to the nearest four…star hotel and a refreshing bath。〃
There was a moment of incredulous stillness。 They all stared at Pitt as if he'd just stepped out of a Martian space capsule。 Giordino was the first to break the stunned silence。
〃See；〃 he said with a wide grin。 〃I told you so。〃
Pitt's estimate of an hour and a half was shy by only ten minutes。 The stillness of the valley was broken by the throb of rotor blades whipping the air as two Peruvian military helicopters flew over the crest of a saddle between mountain peaks and circled the ancient buildings。 After a cursory reconnaissance of the area； they descended in a clearing amid the ruins less than 100 meters （328 feet） from the front of the conical temple structure。 The troops spilled out rapidly through the rear clamshell doors under the beating rotor blades and lined up at rigid attention as though they were standing for inspection。
These were no ordinary soldiers dedicated to preserving the peace of their nation。 They were mercenary misfits who hired themselves out to the highest bidder。 At the direction of the officer in charge； a captain incongruously attired in full dress uniform； the two platoons of thirty men each were formed into one closely packed battle line led by two lieutenants。 Satisfied the line was straight； the captain raised a swagger stick above his head and motioned for the officers under his mand to launch the assault on the temple。 Then he climbed a low wall to direct the one…sided battle from what he thought was a safe viewpoint。
The captain shouted encouragement to his men； urging them to bravely charge up the steps of the temple。 His voice echoed because of the hard acoustics of the ruins。 But he broke off and uttered a strange awking sound that became a fit of gagging pain。 For a brief instant he stiffened； his face twisted in inprehension； then he folded forward and pitched off the wall； landing with a loud crack on the back of his head。
A short； dumpy lieutenant in baggy bat fatigues rushed over and knelt beside the fallen captain； looked up at the funeral palace in dazed understanding； opened his mouth to shout an order； then crumpled over the body beneath him； the sharp crack of a Type 56…1 rifle the last thing he heard before death swept over him。
From the landing on the upper level of the temple； flat on his stomach behind a small barricade of stones； Pitt stared down at the line of confused troops through the sights of the rifle and fired another four rounds into their ranks； picking off the only remaining officer。 There was no look of surprise or fear on Pitt's face at seeing the overwhelming mercenary force； only a set look of determination in the deep green eyes。 By resisting he was providing a diversion to save the lives of thirteen innocent people。 Merely firing over the troops' heads to momentarily slow the assault was a futile waste of time。 These men had e to kill all witnesses to a criminal operation。 Kill or be killed was a cliché； but it held true。 These men would give no quarter。
Pitt was not a pitiless man； his eyes were neither steel hard nor ice cold。 For him there was no enjoyment in killing a plete stranger。 His biggest regret was that the faceless men responsible for the crimes were not in his sights。
Cautiously； he pulled the assault rifle back from the tight peephole between the stones and surveyed the ground below。 The Peruvian mercenaries had fanned out behind the stone ruins。 A few scattered shots were fired upward at the temple； chipping the stone carvings before ricocheting and whining off into the cliff of tombs behind。 These were hardened； disciplined fighting men who recovered quickly under pressure。 Killing their officers had stalled but not stopped them。 The sergeants had taken mand and were concentrating on a tactic to eliminate this unexpected resistance。
Pitt ducked back behind the stone barricade as a torrent of automatic weapons fire peppered the outside columns； sending chips of stone flying in all directions。 This came as no surprise to him。 The Peruvians were laying down a covering fire as they crouched and dashed from ruin to ruin； moving ever closer to the base of the stairs leading up the rounded front of the temple。 Pitt moved sideways like a crab and edged into the shelter of the death palace before rising to his feet and running to the rear wall。 He cast a wary eye out an arched window。
Knowing that the round walls of the temple were too smooth to scale for an attack and too steep for the defenders to escape； none of the soldiers had circled around to the rear。 Pitt could easily predict that they were gambling their entire force on a frontal assault up the stairway。 What he hadn't foreseen was that they were going to reduce a lot of the palace of the dead on top of the temple to rubble before charging up the stairway。
Pitt scurried back to the barricade and let loose a long burst from the Chinese automatic rifle until the final shell spit across the stone floor。 He rolled to one side and was in the act of inserting another long； curved ammo stick in the gun's magazine when he heard a whoosh； and a forty…millimeter rocket from a People's Republic of China Type 69 launcher sailed up and burst against one side of the temple 8 meters （26 feet） behind Pitt。 It detonated with a thunderous explosion that hurled stone like shrapnel and tore a huge hole in the wall。 Within seconds the ancient shrine to the death gods was clogged with debris and the evil stench of high explosives。
There was a loud ringing in Pitt's ears； the reverberating roar of the detonation； the pounding of his own heart。 He was momentarily blinded and his nose and throat were immediately filled with dust。 He frantically rubbed his eyes clear and gazed down at the surrounding ruins。 He was just in time to see the black smoke cloud and bright flash produced by the rocket's booster。 He ducked with his hands over his head as another rocket slammed into the ancient stone and exploded with a deafening roar。 The vicious blow pelted Pitt with flying rubble and the concussion knocked the breath out of him。
For a moment he lay motionless； almost lifeless。 Then he struggled painfully to his hands and knees； coughing dust； seized the rifle； and crawled back into the interior of the palace。 He took a last look at the mountain of precious artifacts and paid a final call on Amaru。
The grave looter had regained consciousness and glared at Pitt； his hands clutching his groin； now clotted with dried blood； the murderous face masked in hate。 There was a strange coldness about him now； an utter indifference to the pain。 He radiated evil。
〃Your friends have a destructive nature；〃 said Pitt； as another rocket struck the temple。
〃You are trapped；〃 Amaru rasped in a low tone。
〃Thanks to your staged murder of Dr。 Miller's imposter。 He made off with your radio and called in reinforcements。〃
〃Your time to die has arrived； Yankee pig。〃
〃Yankee pig；〃 Pitt repeated。 〃I haven't been called that in ages。〃
〃You will suffer as you have made me suffer。〃
〃Sorry； I have other plans。〃
Amaru tried to rise up on an elbow and say something； but Pitt was gone。
He rushed to the rear opening again。 A mattress and pair of knives he had scrounged from living quarters inside the cliff tomb discovered by Giordino and Shannon sat beside the window。 He laid the mattress over the lower sill； then lifted his legs outside and sat on it。 He cast aside the rifle； gripped the knives in outstretched hands； and glanced apprehensively at the ground 20 meters （65 feet） below。 He recalled an occasion when he bungee…jumped into a canyon on Vancouver Island in British Columbia。 Leaping into space； he mused； went against all human nature。 Any hesitation or second thoughts abruptly ended when a fourth rocket smashed into the temple。 He dug the heels of his sneakers into the steep slope and jammed the knife blades into the stone blocks for brakes。 Without a backward glance； he launched himself over the side； and slid down the wall； using the mattress as a toboggan/sled。
Giordino； with Shannon and the students trailing behind him and Rodgers bringing up the rear； cautiously climbed a stairway from an underground tomb where they had been hiding when the helicopters landed。 Giordino paused； raised his head slightly over a fallen stone wall； and scanned the landscape。 The helicopters were sitting only 50 meters （164 feet） away； engines idling； the two…man flight crews calmly sitting in their cockpits watching the assault on the temple。
Shannon moved beside Giordino and looked over the wall just in time to see a rocket bring down the arched entrance of the upper palace。 〃They'll destroy the artifacts；〃 she said in grief。
〃No concern over Dirk？〃 Giordino spared her a brief glance。 〃He's only risking his life for us； fighting off an army of mercenaries so we can steal a helicopt