48
The Deal
I noticed too late. I didn’t have time to warn him. As Philippe pulled me to my feet, I’d seen Nadia break from behind a stack of army-green cargo boxes.
She’d been hiding there all along, waiting for the chopper to touch down on the helipad.
She’d come out of hiding with a rifle set to automatic, the gun almost bigger than her. She’d sprayed the helipad with bullets, the rifle kicking in her hands, throwing off her aim.
Philippe had taken two in the back and lurched forward on top of me.
I’d hit the deck hard, his weight like a baby elephant on top of me.
And she was coming, walking across the helipad, M4 rifle in hands.
“Philippe!” I said, trying to push him off me.
He stirred. Got his bearings.
“She’s gonna kill us, get off me,” I said.
“Here,” he said, glancing d
