across the manâs torn blazer, and darkened to burgundy when it dripped into the soil. Chips of bone floated in the blood, fragments of the shoulder blade.
Dušic held the sidearm pointed downward at his victim, inhaled the aroma of pistol smoke. Considered whether to administer a coup de grâce to the head. No, he thought, drag this out a little. Create the most vivid impression possible for the remaining
razvodnik
s.
Yvgeny turned over. Smaller entrance wound, Dušic noted, but still messy. The wounded recruit pleaded to his comrades.
âDo not let this man kill me!â he said. âStop him.â
âNone of you move,â DuÅ¡ic said, waving his sidearm. âLet this simpletonâs fate serve as a lesson to you. I will tolerate no insubordination, no breaches of security.â
Yvgeny struggled to his knees, then scrambled to his feet and ran. Dušic fired again. The round hit the man in the arm. Yvgeny screamed and kept running.
âDamn my poor aim,â DuÅ¡ic said. And now the simpleton was getting out of pistol range. DuÅ¡ic turned to his friend. âStefan,â he said, âif you please.â
Stefan shouldered his rifle. Aimed in the offhand position for just a moment. Fired.
Yvgenyâs head flew apart in a spray of pink. The corpse dropped into the field. Like Stefanâs best work of old, DuÅ¡ic thought. The target utterly motionless now, dead before the shotâs echo ever registered. The two other recruits gaped. Sweat beaded on Andreiâs face, though the air felt cool. Nikolas inhaled and exhaled as if each breath required thought and effort. Message received, evidently.
âFind shovels,â DuÅ¡ic ordered. âBury him.â
7
IN THE BASE COMMANDERâS OFFICE , Parson and Gold briefed Webster and the OSI agent on the interviews with the Afghan ground crew. As Parson recounted the discussions, he felt heâd fallen short. The interviews seemed to raise more questions than they answered. But, to Parsonâs surprise, Cunningham appeared pleased.
âSo we want to keep a closer eye on those boys,â the OSI agent said.
âSorry we canât tell you more,â Parson said.
âNo,â Cunningham said, âyou guys did good. You might have spooked them if youâd pushed any harder.â
Even though Parson had no experience in law enforcement, he understood that concept because heâd hunted all his life. And it occurred to him this was a little like stalking game. You didnât blindly tear through the woods after a deer; the prey would just disappear. Sometimes you had to wait and watch. And thatâs what Cunningham wanted to do.
âIâd like to think of a way to conduct a little surveillance on that hangar for a while,â Cunningham said.
Parson waited to hear the agentâs plan, but Cunningham said nothing else. So he was open to suggestions, then.
âAnybody got any ideas?â Webster asked. Parson looked over at Gold. She usually did the creative thinking for him, but she seemed to draw a blank this time.
What they needed, Parson figured, was a deer stand. A way to sit still and observe without being observed. Or at least without being observed with suspicion. Parson turned a few thoughts over in his mind, ways to use the resources at hand. Would Webster and Cunningham just think he was crazy? Well, heâd heard of prosecutors and cops doing some pretty offbeat things to catch bad guys. Couldnât hurt to let them hear what he was thinking. Parson told them his idea.
âSneaky,â Webster said.
âYou should have joined OSI,â Cunningham said.
Gold just half smiled and shook her head.
First, they needed to borrow one of the KC-135s out there on the flight line, along with a crew. Webster called the 618th Tanker Airlift Control Center at Scott Air Force Base in Illinois. He asked for the director of operations, a full-bird colonel like