Free The Sinai Secret by Gregg Loomis

about."
    Unruffled, the chauffeur tried again. "All will be explained once we're inside."
    "Tell whoever's in there to come out here where I can see him."
    "You are not in a position to argue, Mr, Reilly. Someone wants a few words with you, and then you'll be taken to your hotel."
    Lang nodded. "I suppose you're going to give me a bank-certified guarantee of that, right?"
    Although Lang couldn't hear it, the driver looked like he sighed. "There is no reason to be difficult, Mr. Reilly. We wish you no harm."
    "Right. The H and Ks are to protect me from the cows over there. Tell your two playmates to take the clips out of those weapons, eject the one in the chamber, and toss them away. HI feel a lot more like conversation."
    The driver grimaced."We can certainly wait, Mr. Reilly"
    "But you're not going to. Sooner or later my people will figure out I haven't arrived at the hotel. Or that the car that was supposed to pick me up has disappeared. How many of these customized Benzes are around? You want to waft while the police start questioning possible witnesses, put a picture of the car on TV? No, I don't think so."
    The driver said nothing. He turned on his heel and jogged back inside.
    Moments later he returned, his mouth a determined line.
    "Mr. Reilly, you can either get out or my orders are to forcibly remove you."
    Without moving his head, Lang surveyed his situation. A man armed with an automatic weapon on either side of the car, the driver at the door to his left. No way to un- holster the SIG Sauer, let alone use it before those two weapons filled the passenger compartment with lead. He stretched slightly to see over the back of the front seat. The driver had taken the keys out of the ignition. Even if he could somehow get into the driver's seat, he'd be no better off.
    No way... unless...
    He smiled and shrugged, speaking up to be heard through the window. "Not much I can do. You've got the door locked, remember?"
    The driver reached into his pocket, and there was an electronic squawk as the lock popped open.
    Lang lunged for the door, grabbed the handle, and pulled.
    Perplexed, the driver gave into his natural reflex to pull the opposite way. The door opened a crack and closed, a tug-of-war of sheet metal.
    Just as the other leaned backward to pull, Lang slammed his full weight forward, throwing the door open and smacking the driver squarely. He stumbled back as Lang lunged out of the car and on top of him. Grabbing the man by the collar with one hand, he pressed the SIG Sauer against his head with the other.
    The two men with machine guns raised their weapons uncertainly.
    "One of you so much as wiggles his ears and he dies!"
    Neither seemed willing to take that responsibility.
    Still pressing the automatic against the man's head, Lang released his grip on the collar to search the man's pants pockets. Gratified when his fingers closed around the car's key, he pulled it loose.
    Keeping his hostage in tow, Lang used him as a shield against one gunman and kept the Mercedes between him and the other as he backed slowly toward the car. He reached the hand that didn't have the gun in it behind him and opened the driver's door.
    He was bending to slide into the seat when a yell came from the house. He didn't understand the words but the intent was clear.
    There was a short, staccato burst of gunfire. Lang felt a tug at the sleeve of his jacket, and the driver pitched forward with a grunt.
    Had the driver not been there to block the bullets, it would have been Lang lying on the ground.
    So much for intending no harm.
    The nearest man with the H and K was lowering his weapon for another burst. Lang fired two quick shots, more to distract than to kill, and leaped into the car, slamming the door behind him.
    He jammed the key into the ignition and turned, ducking a shower of glass pebbles that an instant before had been the driver's window. He jammed the shift lever into drive and floored the accelerator.
    The big car fishtailed,