“You weren’t supposed to. Hell, I even cut the oil lines in the C-47 that flew us here, but the damn thing made it on one engine. If it hadn’t been for that goddamn Cole, you never would have made it this far. I could never seem to get the drop on him. That hillbilly has eyes in the back of his head. With any luck, Barkov is finishing him off right about now.”
“Honaker, this is insane!”
“No, what’s insane is the fact that you made it this far.” Honaker turned the rifle on Inna. “If it hadn’t been for this Russian bitch springing her lover boy in the first place, I doubt we would have made it out of the village.”
Vaccaro shook his head, puzzled. “But what about you? If we didn’t make it, you sure weren’t going to.”
“Some things are bigger than me or you, Vaccaro. It didn’t really matter if I made it out or not, so long as nobody else did.”
Whitlock spoke up. “I don’t believe you, Honaker. I’ll bet you had some kind of deal going with the Russians, you and whoever is behind this in the U.S. Government. You’re a coward at heart. Anyone can see that. You were going to get out of this somehow. The lone survivor.”
Honaker gave a wry smile and shrugged. “Do you really want to call the man pointing a rifle at you a coward? You might be right, though, about the escape clause. It wouldn’t be so bad for me if it worked out that way. With any luck, that’s just how it’s going to play out, with me as the lone survivor.”
Both Whitlock and Vaccaro had their eyes locked on the muzzle of the rifle, which looked big as a cannon and black as death. The rifle never moved. Honaker’s gaze never left them.
Inna had started crying when Honaker made his explanation. She pulled off her mittens to wipe her eyes. Now she was wracked by big sobs, her arms crossed across her chest. She seemed to fold up on herself, squatting in the snow, all the resilience that she had shown over the last few hours evaporating.
Honaker said in a taunting voice, “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll make it fast. You won’t feel a thing. Who do you want me to shoot first, you or your lover boy?”
Inna sobbed harder. Honaker gave a little laugh, as if he found it all amusing.
Whitlock spread his arms in a supplicating gesture. “Please. You can at least let her go. She’s Russian, after all.”
“No chance,” Honaker said. “I’m real sorry about this.” He put the rifle to his shoulder to aim it.
Whitlock said, “Honaker, if it’s money you want—“
Inna was still on her knees, sobbing. Distracted by Whitlock, Honaker didn’t see her right hand come up, quick and fast. She held the small pistol she had kept tucked in her boot.
Inna stood and took a step toward him, keeping the pistol level.
The tiny soft-nosed slugs didn’t have much energy, but they still tumbled through his chest cavity like rolling dice, flattening out as they went. He suddenly found it hard to breathe. Honaker dropped the rifle and clawed at his chest.
Inna kept coming at him. Honaker seemed to remember the pistol in the holster on his belt. The tiny slugs had torn him up, but hadn’t killed him yet. He fumbled for the big .45 to put Inna down.
Inna was so close now that the muzzle of the tiny gun was practically touching him. Honaker kept his eyes on her as he went for his pistol. Inna fired her last shot.
Honaker’s knees buckled and he went down like a rag doll. Just a few seconds had elapsed from Inna’s first shot. It hadn’t been enough time for anyone else to react.
“Sweet Jesus,” Vaccaro said.
Inna stood there, gun down at her side, any trace of her crocodile tears gone. She looked deflated, but not all sorry.
Finally, Whitlock touched her shoulder. “Come on, Inna. You did the right thing. It was him or us. Now, let’s get out of Russia. There’s our ride home, just waiting for us.”
They turned and started walking toward the Americans on the Finnish border. As they walked closer they could see that the soldiers still had their weapons raised, as if expecting trouble. Vaccaro glanced over his shoulder. Nobody there—if you didn’t count Honaker’s carcass.
“Those guys sure are edgy,” he said. “I wonder—”
That’s when the Americans opened fire.