tc.patriotgames-第6章
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onic sort； and both tasks were pleted in fifteen seconds。 Ryan asked for the score； but got a smile instead of an answer。 The smile remained fixed as she made the entries on his chart。 When this task was fulfilled； she made a minor adjustment in the covers； beaming at Ryan。 Little Miss Efficiency； Ryan told himself。 This girl is going to be a real pain in the ass。
〃Is there anything I might get you； Doctor Ryan？〃 she asked。 Her brown eyes belied the wheat…colored hair。 She was cute。 She had that dewy look。 Ryan was unable to remain angry with pretty women； and hated them for it。 Especially young nurses with that dewy look。
〃Coffee？〃 he asked hopefully。
〃Breakfast is not for another hour。 Can I fetch you a cup of tea？〃
〃Fine。〃 It wasn't； but it would get rid of her for a little while。 Nurse Kittiwake breezed out the door with her ingenuous smile。
〃Hospitals？〃 Ryan snarled when she was gone。
〃Oh； I don't know；〃 Wilson； observed； the image of Nurse Kittiwake fresh in his mind。
〃You ain't the one getting your diapers changed。〃 Ryan grunted and leaned back into the pillow。 It was useless to fight it； he knew。 He smiled in spite of himself。 Useless to fight it。 He'd been through this twice before； both times with young； pretty nurses。 Being grumpy only made them all the more eager to be overpoweringly nice they had time on their side； time and patience enough to wear anyone down。 He sighed out his surrender。 It wasn't worth the waste of energy。 〃So； you're a cop； right？ Special Branch？〃
〃No； sir。 I'm with C…13； Anti…Terrorist Branch。〃
〃Can you fill me in on what happened yesterday？ I kinda missed a few things。〃
〃How much do you remember。 Doctor？〃 Wilson slid his chair closer。 Ryan noted that he remained halfway facing the door； and kept his right hand free。 〃I saw well； I heard an explosion； a hand grenade； I think and when I turned I saw two guys shooting the hell out of a Rolls…Royce。 IRA； I guess。 I took two of them out； and another one got away in a car。 The cavalry arrived； and I passed out and woke up here。〃
〃Not IRA。 ULA Ulster Liberation Army； a Maoist offshoot of the Provos。 Nasty buggers。 The one you killed was John Michael McCrory； a very bad boy from Londonderry one of the chaps who escaped from the Maze last July。 This is the first time he's surfaced since。 And the last〃 Wilson smiled coldly 〃we haven't identified the other chap yet。 That is； not as of when I came on duty three hours ago。〃
〃ULA？〃 Ryan shrugged。 He remembered hearing the name； though he couldn't talk about that。 〃The guy I killed。 He had an AK； but when I came around the car he was using a pistol。 How e？〃
〃The fool jammed it。 He had two full magazines taped end to end； like you see all the time in the movies； but like they trained us specifically not to do in the paras。 We reckon he bashed it； probably when he came out of the car。 The second magazine was bent at the top end wouldn't feed the rounds properly； you see。 Damn good luck for you。 You knew you were going after a chap with a Kalashnikov？〃 Wilson examined Ryan's face closely。
Jack nodded。 〃Doesn't sound real smart； does it？〃
〃You bloody fool。〃 Wilson said this just as Kittiwake came through the door with a tea tray。 The nurse flashed the cop an emphatically disapproving look as she set the tray on the bedstand and wheeled it over。 Kittiwake arranged things just so； and poured Ryan a cup with delicacy。 Wilson had to do his own。
〃So who was in the car； anyway？〃 Ryan asked。 He noted strong reactions。
〃You didn't know？〃 Kittiwake was dumbfounded。
〃There wasn't much time to find out。〃 Ryan dropped two packets of brown sugar into his cup。 His stirring stopped abruptly when Wilson answered his question。
〃The Prince and Princess of Wales。 And their new baby。〃
Ryan's head snapped around。 〃What？〃
〃You really didn't know？〃 the nurse asked。
〃You're serious；〃 Ryan said quietly。 They wouldn't kid about this； would they？
〃Too bloody right。 I'm serious；〃 Wilson went on； his voice very even。 Only his choice of words betrayed how deeply the affair disturbed him。 〃Except for you； they would all three be quite dead； and that makes you a bloody hero。 Doctor Ryan。〃 Wilson sipped his tea neatly and fished out a cigarette。
Ryan set his cup down。 〃You mean you let them drive around here without a police or secret service whatever you call it without an escort？〃
〃Supposedly it was an unscheduled trip。 Security arrangements for the Royals are not my department in any case。 I would speculate； however； that those whose department it is will be rethinking a few things；〃 Wilson mented。
〃They weren't hurt？〃
〃No； but their driver was killed。 So was their security escort from DPG Diplomatic Protection Group Charlie Winston。 I knew Charlie。 He had a wife； you know； and four children； all grown。〃
Ryan observed that the Rolls should have had bulletproof glass。
Wilson grunted。 〃It did have bulletproof glass。 Actually plastic； a plex polycarbonate material。 Unfortunately； no one seems to have read what it said on the box。 The guarantee is only for a year。 Turns out that sunlight breaks the material down somehow or other。 The windshield was no more use than ordinary safety glass。 Our friend McCrory put thirty rounds into it； and it quite simply shattered； killing the driver first。 The interior partition； thank God； had not been exposed to sunlight； and remained intact。 The last thing Charlie did was push the button to put it up。 That probably saved them； too didn't do Charlie much good； though。 He had enough time to draw his automatic； but we don't think he was able to get a shot off。〃
Ryan thought back。 There had been blood in the back of the Rolls not just blood。 The driver's head had been blown apart； and his brains had scattered into the passenger partment。 Jack winced thinking about it。 The escort had probably leaned over to push the button before defending himself 。 。 。 Well； Jack thought； that's what they pay them for。 What a hell of a way to earn a living。
〃It was fortunate that you intervened when you did。 They both had hand grenades； you know。〃
〃Yeah； I saw one。〃 Ryan sipped away the last of his tea。 〃What the hell was I thinking about？〃 You weren't thinking at all； Jack。 That's what you were thinking about。
Kittiwake saw Ryan go pale。 〃You feel quite all right？〃 she asked。
〃I guess。〃 Ryan grunted in wonderment。 〃Dumb as I was； I must feel pretty good I ought to be dead。〃
〃Well； that most emphatically will not happen here。〃 She patted his hand。 〃Please ring me if you need anything。〃 Another beaming smile and she left。
Ryan was still shaking his head。 〃The other one got away？〃
Wilson nodded。 〃We found the car near a tube station a few blocks away。 It was stolen； of course。 No real problem for him to get clean away。 Disappear into the underground。 Go to Heathrow； perhaps； and catch a plane to the continent Brussels； say then a plane to Ulster or the Republic； and a car the rest of the way home。 That's one route； there are others； and it's impossible to cover them all。 He was drinking beer last night； watching the news coverage on television in his favorite pub； most likely。 Did you get a look at him？〃
〃No； just a shape。 I didn't even think to get the tag number dumb。 Right after that the redcoat came running up to me。〃 Ryan winced again。 〃Christ； I thought he'd put that pigsticker right through me。 For a second there I could see it all I do something right； then get wasted by a good guy。〃
Wilson laughed。 〃You don't know how lucky you were。 The current guard force is from the Welsh Guards。〃
〃So？〃
〃His Royal Highness's own regiment； as it were。 He's their colonel…in…chief。 There you were with a pistol how would you expect him to react？〃 Wilson stubbed out his cigarette。 〃Another piece of good luck； your wife and daughter came running up to you； and the soldier decides to wait a bit； just long enough for things to sort themselves out。 Then our chap catches up with him and tells him to stand easy。 And a hundred more of my chaps e swooping in。
〃I hope you can appreciate this； Doctor。 Here we were wit
