THE GREEN KING (part 73)
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The Candlesticks
of Bogota
Harmond stopped
the Jeep exactly between the two half-tracks. ‘That’s fine,’ said Lazarus,
getting out and nodding appreciatively to the men in the armoured trucks, who
were looking at him, not without surprise, wondering where the hell he had come
from. ‘Good work,’ he said, with a slight Irish accent. ‘You fucking well
stopped them, those bastards. Keep that door in your line of fire and don’t let
any of them get out. I’m going into see if I can get them alive. It’s alive
that I want them.’ He seemed to discover then, almost at his feet. One of the
outside sentries, who had fallen to the ground upon hearing the first shots and
was waiting, with his machine pistol aimed.
‘Is this any
time to take a nap, my boy? Why don’t you get up and take your position at that
angle. As far as I remember, there is another door there, through which those
bastard might try to escape. Cover it. Who is the officer on duty tonight?’.
‘Lieutenant
Parnell,’ answered the young soldier, crushed by this outburst of sarcastic
authority.
‘Another
Irishman!’ commented Lazarus. ‘What would the Empire do with us.’ He half
turned, and has he gestured amiably to the sentries posted on the roof, their
machine guns searching for a target, he said to Reb: ‘And you, Barnes, what are
you waiting for? Why don’t you get your ass out of that Jeep and come with me…’
Very slowly, he
walked through the first wire entanglement and advanced towards the building,
where automatic firearms were still cracking. As sometime happens, there was a
sudden pause in the shooting, and Lazarus took advantage of it.
TO BE CONTINUED
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