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〃It's not the whisky that turns my guts。 It's Operation Wild Rose。〃
〃Sir？〃
Fawkes looked furtively around the room and then leaned across the bar。 〃What if I was to tell you I met with the Minister of Defence right down the street at the station； in his private railroad car； not more than three hours ago？〃
A smug smile curled the bartender's lips。 〃The Minister must be one hell of a wizard； Mr。 Fawkes。〃
〃Wizard？〃
〃To be in two places at the same time。〃
〃Make your point； man。〃
The bartender reached under a shelf and threw a newspaper on the bar in front of Fawkes。 He pointed to an article on the front page and read aloud the caption。
〃 'Defence Minister Pieter De Vaal enters Port Elizabeth Hospital for surgery。' 〃
〃Impossible！〃
〃That's this evening's paper；〃 said the bartender。 〃You have to admit…not only does the Minister have extraordinary powers of recu…peration； but one fast train as well。 Port Elizabeth is over a thousand kilometers to the south。〃
Fawkes snatched up the paper； shook the fuzziness from his vision； put on his glasses； and read the story。 It was true。 Clumsily； he threw a wad of bills at the bartender and staggered through the doorway； through the hotel lobby； and into the street。
When he reached the railroad station； it was deserted。 The moon's light glinted on empty rails。 De Vaal's train was gone。
15
They came with the rising sun。 Somala counted at least thirty of them； clothed in the same type of field uniform he wore。 He watched as they crept out of the bush like shadows and disappeared into the sugarcane。
He swept the acacia tree with his binoculars。 The scout in the blind was gone。 Probably slipped away to join his unit； Somala surmised。 But who were they？ None of the raiding force looked familiar to him。 Could they be members of another insurgent movement？ If so； why did they wear the distinctive black beret of the AAR？
Somala was sorely tempted to leave his hiding place inside the baobab tree and approach the intruders； but he thought better of it and remained motionless。 He would watch and observe。 Those were his orders； and he would obey them。
The Fawkes farm was slowly ing to life。 The workers in the pound were beginning to spread out and mence their daily chores。 Patrick Fawkes； Jr。； passed through the electricity…wired gate and went off to the great stone barn； where he began tinkering with a tractor。 The guards were changing at the gate； and the fellow who had manned the night shift was standing half in； half out of the enclosure； swapping small talk with his relief； when abruptly and silently he fell to the ground。 Simultaneously； the other guard slumped and dropped。
Somala gaped in awe as a wave of raiders sprinted out of the sugar…cane field in a loose skirmish line and advanced toward the house。 Most were carrying Chinese CK…88 assault weapons； but two of their number knelt and aimed long…barreled rifles with scopes and silencers。
The CK…88s opened up and Fawkes Junior seemed to snap to attention as at least ten slugs ripped through his body。 His hands splayed and clawed at empty air； and then he crumpled across the tractor's unhooded engine。 The thunder of the volley alerted Jenny and she ran to an upstairs window。
〃Oh God； Mama！〃 she screamed。 〃There's soldiers in the yard and they've shot Pat。〃
Myrna Fawkes grabbed the Holland & Holland and ran to the front door。 One look was all she needed to see that the defenses had been breached。 Already Africans in green and brown mottled uniforms were surging through the open gate left useless by the broken electrical circuit。 She slammed the door； threw the lock； and yelled up the stairs to Jenny。
〃Get on the radio and call the constable。〃
Then she calmly sat down； shoved two shells containing double…O buckshot into the breech of the twelve…gauge； and waited。
The crackle of the rifle fire suddenly increased and the shrill cries of women and frightened children began ing from the pound。 Even the Fawkeses' prize cattle were not spared。 Myrna shut out the bellows of their dying agony； choking off a dry sob at the waste of it all。 She lifted the twin barrels as the first attacker crashed his way through the door。
He was the handsomest African Myrna had ever seen。 His features were distinctly Caucasian； and yet his skin was nearly a perfect blue…black。 He lifted his rifle as if to smash out her brains with the butt and lunged across the room。 Myrna pulled both triggers and old Lucifer spat fire。
The blast at such close range nearly tore the African's head off。 His face dissolved in a spray of bone and reddish…gray tissue； and he jerked backward against the door frame and melted to the floor； his torso quivering in spastic pulsations。
Almost casually； as though she were at a skeet tournament； Myrna reloaded the gun。 She had just snapped shut the breech when two more men hurtled through the door。 Old Lucifer took the first squarely in the chest； dropping him instantly。 The other attacker leaped over his fallen rade's body； a move that threw Myrna's aim a trifle low。 The discharge from the other barrel hit her attacker in the groin。 He screamed； cast his weapon aside； and clutched himself。 He grunted incoherently and staggered back outside to the veranda； pitching for…ward with his booted feet still in the room。
Myrna reloaded again。 A window shattered and holes suddenly ap…peared in the wallpaper beside her chair。 She felt no stabbing pain； no stinging sensation。 She looked down。 Blood was beginning to seep through the blue denim of her jeans。
A heavy booming sound erupted from upstairs and she knew Jenny was shooting down into the yard with the captain's 。44 Magnum。
The next African was more cautious。 He fired a quick burst around the door and waited before he entered。 Not receiving any return fire； he became overconfident and ventured inside。 The double…O buckshot blew away his left arm。 For several moments he stared dazedly at the limb lying at his feet； the fingers still twitching。 The blood pumped from his empty sleeve and spilled on the carpet。 Still in a trance； the soldier slowly sank to his knees and knelt there； moaning softly as his life's fluids leaked away。
With one hand Myrna fumbled with Lucifer。 Three bullets from her last assailant had shattered her right forearm and wrist。 Awkwardly； she broke open the breech and ejected the spent shells。 Her every movement seemed immersed in glue。 The new shells slipped between her sweating fingers and fell past her reach。
〃Mama？〃
Myrna looked up。 Jenny was standing in the middle of the stairway； the revolver hanging loosely in one hand； the front of her blouse soaked with crimson。
〃Mama 。 。 。 I'm hurt。〃
Before Myrna could reply； another figure entered the room。 Jenny tried to raise her gun。 Her effort came slowly and too late。 The new…er fired first and she sagged and rolled down the stairs like a ragged； cast…off doll。
Myrna could only sit there and grip Lucifer。 The loss of blood was sapping her energy and blurring her vision。 She gazed vacantly at the man standing over her。 Through the growing fog she could see him place the tip of the rifle an inch from her forehead。
〃Forgive me；〃 he said。
〃Why？〃 she asked vaguely。 〃Why did you do this terrible thing？〃
The cold dark eyes held no answer。 For Myrna； the bougainvillea blossoms outside on the veranda exploded in a blaze of fuchsia and then blinked into blackness。
Somala walked among the dead； staring numbly at the faces forever frozen in shock and confusion。 The raiders had ruthlessly killed nearly all the workers and their families in the pound。 No more than a handful could have escaped into the bush。 The feed in the barn and the equipment housed in the shed had been set on fire； and flames were already flickering orange fingers from the upstairs window of the Fawkes house。
How strange； Somala thought。 The raiders policed the battleground and retrieved their own dead as quietly as ghosts。 The movements had been efficient and deliberate。 There was no hint of panic at the distant sound of the approaching helicopter units of the South African Defence Forces。 The raiders simply melted into the surrounding brush as stealth…ily as they came。
Somala returned to the baobab tree for his gear and began trotting toward the township。 His only thoughts were focused on rounding up the men of his section and reporting back to their camp across the Mozambique border。 He did not look back at the dead strewn about the form。 He did not see the gathering vultures。 Nor did he hear the shot from the gun whose bullet tore into the flesh of his back。
16
The drive from Pembroke back to Umkono was a total blank to Patrick Fawkes。 His hands turned the wheel and his feet worked the pedals in stiff mechanical movements。 His eyes were unblinking and glazed as he assaulted the steep grades and on blind instinct hurled the four…wheel…drive around the hairpin curves。
He had been in a small chemist's shop； buying Jenny's bath oil； when a sergeant from the Pembroke constabulary tracked him down and stam…mered out a sketchy outline of the tragedy。 At first Fawkes refused to believe it。 Only after he reached Shawn Francis； the Irish…born consta…ble of Umkono； over the Bushmaster's mobile radio did he e to accept the worst。
〃You'd better e home； Patrick；〃 Francis's strained voice crackled over the speaker。 The constable spared Fawkes the details； and Fawkes did not demand them。
The sun was still high when Fawkes came within sight of his farm。 Little remained of the house。 Only the fireplace and a section of the veranda still stood。 The rest was no more than a pile of cinders。 Across the yard； rubber tires on the tractors smoldered on their steel rims and emitted thick black smoke。 The farm workers still lay where they'd fallen in the pound。 Vultures were picking at the carcasses of his prize cattle。
Shawn Francis and several Defence Force soldiers were huddled around three forms lying under blankets when Fawkes braked to a stop in the yard。 Francis came over to him as he leaped out of the mud…streaked Bushmaster。 The constable's face was pale granite。
〃God in hell！〃 cried Fawkes。 He gazed into Francis's eyes； searching for a small ray of light。 〃My family。 What of my family？〃
Francis fought to get the words out； then gave up and dipped his head in the direction of the blanket…covered bodies。 Fawkes pushed past him and stumbled across the yard but was caught short by the stout arms of the constable； which suddenly encircled him about the chest。
〃Leave them be； Patrick。 I've already identified them。〃
〃Dammit； Shawn； that's my family lying there。〃
〃I beg you； my friend； do not look。〃
〃Let me go。 I must see for myself。〃
〃No！〃 said Francis； grimly hanging on； knowing he was no match for Fawkes's massive strength。 〃Myrna and Jenny were badly burned in the fire。 They're gone； Patrick。 The loved ones you knew are no more。 Remember them alive； not as they are in death。〃
Francis could feel the tenseness slowly drain from Fawkes's muscles and the constable loosened his hold。
〃How did it happen？〃 asked Fawkes quietly。
〃No way of describing in detail。 All your workers have either been driven off or killed。 There are no wounded to tell the tale。〃
〃Somebody must know 。 。 。 must have seen 。。。〃
〃We'll find a witness。 One will turn up by morning。 I promise。〃
The grim conversation halted while a helicopter whirled to the ground and the soldiers tenderly lifted the bodies of Myrna； Jenny； and Patrick Junior inside the cargo cabin and strapped them down。 Fawkes made no move to go to them。 He only stood there and watched with great sadness in his eyes as the helicopter lifted off and headed toward the mortuary in Umkono。
〃Who is responsible？〃 Fawkes said to Francis。 〃Tell me who mur…dered my wife and children and my workers and burned my farm。〃
〃One or two CK…eighty…eight plastic cartridges； the charred remains of an arm inside the house with a Chinese watch on the wrist； prints in the dirt from military…soled boots。 Circumstantial as it is； the evidence points to the AAR。〃
〃What do you mean； 'one or two cartridges'？〃 Fawkes snapped。 〃The bloody bastards should have left a whole mountain of them。〃
Francis made a helpless ge