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s so we can steal a helicopter。〃
She sighed。 〃It pains any archaeologist to see precious antiquities lost forever。〃
〃Better yesterday's junk than us。〃
〃I'm sorry； I want him to escape as much as you。 But it all seems so impossible。〃
〃I've known the guy since we were kids。〃 Giordino smiled。 〃Believe me； he never passed up an opportunity to play Horatius at the bridge。〃 He studied the two helicopters that sat in the clearing in a slightly staggered formation。
He selected the one in the rear as a prime candidate for escape。 It was only a few meters from a narrow ravine they could move in without being seen； and more important； it was out of easy view of the crew seated in the forward craft。 〃Pass the word；〃 he ordered over the sounds of battle； 〃we're going to hijack the second chopper in line。〃
Pitt shot uncontrollably down the side of the temple； like a plummeting boulder on a path that took him between the stone animal heads protruding from the convex sloping walls with only centimeters to spare。 His hands gripped the knife handles like vises； and he pushed with all the strength in his sinewy arms as the braking blades began to throw out sparks of protest from the friction of steel against hard stone。 The rear edges of the rubber heels on his sneakers were being ground smooth by the rough surface of the wall。 And yet he accelerated with dismaying speed。 His two greatest fears were falling forward and tumbling head…first like a cannon ball into the ground or striking with such force that he broke a leg。 Either calamity and he was finished； dead meat for the Peruvians who wouldn't treat him kindly for killing their officers。
Still fighting grimly but hopelessly to arrest his velocity； Pitt flexed his legs a split second before he struck the ground with appalling force。 He let loose of the knives on impact as his feet drove into the ooze of rain…soaked soil。 Using his momentum； he rolled over on one shoulder and tumbled twice as required in a hard parachute landing。 He lay in the mud for a few moments； thankful he hadn't landed on a rock； before rising experimentally to his feet and checking for damage。
One ankle slightly sprained； but still in working condition； a few abrasions on his hands； and an aching shoulder appeared to be the only damage。 The damp earth had saved him from serious injury。 The faithful mattress was in shreds。 He took a deep breath； happy at still being intact。 Having no time to waste； Pitt broke into a run； keeping as much of the ruins as possible between him and the troops massing for an assault up the temple stairs。
Giordino could only hope that Pitt had survived the rockets and somehow made it safely down the wall of the temple without being spotted and shot。 It seemed an impossible act； Giordino thought。 Pitt was seemingly indestructible； but the old faceless man with the scythe catches up to us all。 That he might catch up with Pitt was a prospect Giordino could not accept。 It was inconceivable to him that Pitt could die anywhere but in bed with a beautiful woman or in a nursing home for aged divers。
Giordino crouched and ran into a blind position behind the trailing helicopter as a squad of troops began charging up the precipitous temple steps。 The reserve squad remained below while pouring a covering storm of rifle fire at the now shattered palace of the dead。
Every one of the Peruvians had his attention focused on the attack。 No one saw Giordino； clutching an automatic rifle； steal around the tail boom of the helicopter and enter through the rear clamshell doors。 He hurried inside and dropped flat； his eyes taking in the empty troop carrier and cargo partment and the two pilots in the cockpit with their backs turned to him； intently watching the one…sided battle。
With practiced stealth Giordino moved with incredible quickness for a man built like a pact bulldozer。 The pilots did not hear him or feel his presence as he came up behind their seats。 Giordino reversed the rifle and clubbed the copilot on the back of the neck。 The pilot heard the thud and twisted around in his seat； staring briefly at Giordino more from curiosity than dread。 Before he could blink an eye； Giordino rammed the butt of the steel folding rifle stock against the pilot's forehead。
Quickly he dragged the unconscious pilots to the doorway and dumped them on the ground。 He frantically waved to Shannon； Rodgers； and the students； who were hiding in the ravine。 〃Hurry！〃 he shouted； 〃for God's sake hurry！〃
His words carried clearly above the sounds of the fighting。 The archaeologists needed no further urging。 They broke from cover and dashed through the open door into the helicopter in seconds。 Giordino had already returned to the cockpit and was hurriedly scanning the instruments and the console between the pilots' seats to familiarize himself with the controls。
〃Are we all here？〃 he asked Shannon as she slipped into the copilot's seat beside him。
〃All but Pitt。〃
He did not reply； but glanced out the window。 The troops on the stairway； being more courageous at encountering no defensive fire； surged onto the landing and inside the fallen palace of the dead。 Only seconds were left before the attackers realized they'd been had。
Giordino turned his attention back to the controls。 The helicopter was an old Russian…built Mi…8 assault transport； designated a Hip…C by NATO during the Cold War years。 A rather ancient； ugly craft； thought Giordino； with twin 1500…horsepower engines that could carry four crew and thirty passengers。 Since the engines were already turning； Giordino placed his right hand on the throttles。
〃You heard me？〃 said Shannon nervously。 〃Your friend isn't with us。〃
〃I heard。〃 With a total absence of emotion； Giordino increased power。
Pitt crouched behind a stone building and peered around a corner； hearing the growing whine of the turboshaft engines and seeing the five…bladed main rotor slowly increase its revolutions。 An hour previously； it had taken no little persuasion for him to convince Giordino that he must take off whether Pitt arrived or not。 The life of one man was not worth the death of thirteen others。 Though only 30 meters （98 feet） of open ground； pletely devoid of any brush or cover； separated Pitt from the helicopter； it seemed more like a mile and a half。
There was no longer any need for caution。 He had to make a run for it。 He leaned down and gave his bad ankle a fast massage to knead out a growing tenseness。 He felt little pain； but it was beginning to tighten up and grow numb。 No time left if he wanted to save himself。 He plunged forward like a sprinter and raced into the open。
The rotors were beating the ground into dust when Giordino lifted the old Hip…C into a hover。 He gave one fast scan of the instrument panel to see if it showed any red lights and tried to sense any strange noises or weird vibrations。 Nothing seemed wrong； as the weary engines of an aircraft badly； overdue for an overhaul responded in a businesslike manner as he dipped the nose and increased power。
In the main partment； the students and Rodgers saw Pitt launch his dash toward the gaping clamshell doors。 They all began shouting encouragement as he pounded over the soft ground。 Their shouts turned urgent as a sergeant happened to glance away from the battle scene and saw Pitt chasing after the rising helicopter。 He immediately shouted for the men of the reserve squad who were still waiting for the order to advance up the stairway。
The sergeant's shouts they were almost screams carried over the last echoes of the firing from atop the temple。 〃They're escaping！ Shoot； for the love of Jesus； shoot them！〃
The troops did not respond as ordered。 Pitt was in a direct line of fire with the helicopter。 To fire at him meant riddling their own aircraft。 They hesitated； unsure of following the frantic sergeant's mands。 Only one man lifted his rifle and fired。
Pitt ignored the bullet that cut a crease in his right thigh。 He had other priorities than feeling pain。 And then he was under the long tail boom and in the shadow of the clamshell doors； and Rodgers and the Peruvian young people were on their stomachs； leaning out； reaching out to him in the opening between the doors。 The helicopter shuddered as it was buffeted by its own downdraft and lurched backward。 Pitt extended his arms and jumped。
Giordino bent the helicopter into a hard turn； putting the rotor blades dangerously close to a grove of trees。 A bullet shattered his side window and sprayed a shower of silvery fragments across the cockpit； cutting a small gash across his nose。 Another round plunked into the rear frame of his seat； missing his spinal cord by a whisker。 The helicopter took several more hits before he yanked it over the grove and below the far side； out of the line of fire from the Peruvian assault force。
Soon out of range； he went into a left climbing turn until he had enough altitude to pass over the mountains。 At almost 4000 meters （13；000 feet） he had expected to find barren； rocky slopes above a timberline； but was mildly surprised to find the peaks so heavily forested。 Once clear of the valley； he set a course to the west。 Only th