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  I laughed. Miriam squeezed my shoulder and said, ‘What’s so funny?’

  ‘Just thinking about when I was in high school, sneaking out before the day was over,’ I said. ‘Couple of us would pile into someone’s car and then drive out of the school parking lot. Other kids who would try it got caught, and we figured that was because they moved too slowly. We’d drive fast and bounce over the speed bumps, and because we moved quick we made it out without being caught.’

  Miriam squeezed my shoulder again and Peter said, ‘Speed, that’s what it takes, speed, and— Bugger!’

  The tail lights ahead of us flashed red. Peter slammed on the brakes, slewed us to the right, and there was a bang! as the third Land Cruiser clipped our rear. Our vehicle bumped up and down, grinding to a halt as Miriam yelped and I said, ‘What the hell—’

  The lead Land Cruiser was making a bumpy U-turn and the driver’s-side window was down, Jean-Paul waving at us frantically. Charlie was leaning through his window, the M-16 poking out alongside his head. Peter swore, backed up, looked over and saw the third Toyota, its front right fender and headlight smashed, backing down the road. He yelled out after Sanjay, ‘Fucking wog, can’t you fucking drive?’

  Miriam was saying something, trying to calm Peter down, I think, but the third Toyota was now turning around, leaving us, as Peter rocked us up and out of a shallow drainage ditch that had almost trapped us. On both sides of the road was flat pastureland, one small factor in our favor because we had a clear view all around and could see that no one was coming toward us.

  I swiveled my head and saw what had happened, where it had all started.

  Just ahead was the small bridge that spanned a river, one we had crossed just a couple of hours before. But now it was blocked. Someone had parked a yellow school bus directly across the road, blocking both lanes of the bridge, and the tires were flattened. I knew there was no way we could get through that mess, especially if the people who had moved it were still around, of which there was a pretty good chance. Peter slammed on the brakes, backed us up and made a quick turn. I turned and said, ‘Miriam, duck down, right now.’

  Much to my surprise, she did just that. I tasted something salty, wiped at my lip, and saw blood. I winced as the pain started.

  ‘Speed,’ Peter muttered, punching the accelerator to the floor. ‘Bloody speed.’

  ~ * ~

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  We didn’t have much of a choice, so we ended up back on the hill with the little park, picnic tables and desecrated war memorial. We parked in a triangular formation again and Peter bailed out after setting the parking brake. He went to the rear of the Toyota, started swearing again. ‘Samuel, how about you getting a tool, maybe a tire iron or something? Look here, will you?’

  In the fading light I saw what he was pointing out. Where we’d been struck by the third Toyota the rear fender had crumpled in, and a jagged piece of metal was only an inch or so away from our left rear tire. Peter muttered something and said, ‘If that fool had been going just a bit faster we’d still be there by that bridge, waiting to get our throats slit or our brains blown out.’

  I said nothing, opened up the rear door and found the tire iron below our first-aid kit and flare-gun case. I handed it over to Peter, who started to lever back the piece of metal. Hesitantly, Sanjay came over and said, ‘Is...is everyone all right?’

  Peter didn’t even look up. ‘Back away there, friend, unless you want this rod shoved up your Indian arse.’

  Karen was next to Sanjay and she said, ‘It was an accident, that’s all! We didn’t see you brake! It was just an accident.’

  The metal bent back and Peter stepped aside, looking at his work. Then he shot a gaze over at Karen. ‘What was going on back there in that truck, love? Hmm? A little kissy-kissy? A little hand job for your boyfriend? Was that why you almost tossed us into a ditch?’

  Karen strode forward, ‘You limey son of a bitch, why don’t you—’

  Miriam grabbed her arms, tugged her away, and Peter went back to work, pulling free another twisted piece of metal. By now the light was getting dim and Peter was breathing hard. Then he stopped, dropped the tire rod and leaned back against the dirty fender of the Toyota. He folded his arms and looked over at me, shook his head.

  ‘It’s going to be one long night, just you see,’ he said.

  I nodded. Despite my dislike of Peter, I had to admit that having an ex-cop and an active-duty Marine with us tonight was going to be the best news we could expect.

  ~ * ~

  I was sitting by myself on top of one of the picnic tables, getting a drink of water, when I saw Jean-Paul talking to Sanjay, Peter and Karen separately, and then to all of them as a group.

  I couldn’t hear what was going on and was glad. I wasn’t in the mood tonight for what passed as diplomacy. The water tasted good, even coming from a plastic canteen. It made me think of how much water we had left, how much food we had left. Hot showers, hot food, an actual bed to sleep in—they seemed further away than ever. Peter had been right. It was going to be a long night. And I didn’t like long nights. Another gift from my father.

  Someone broke free of the group and came up to me. Our Marine escort, Charlie. His M-16 was slung over his shoulder, and he was carrying a black duffel bag, presumably the same one that contained his grenade launcher. He sat down next to me on the picnic table and said, ‘Hey.’

  ‘Hey yourself,’ I said. ‘Want a drink?

  ‘Sure,’ he said. I passed the canteen over. He took a long swig and handed it back to me, and I took another swig myself, just sitting there on the table, feeling a cool breeze come up the hill.

  Charlie said, ‘We’re in trouble, you know.’

  ‘Yeah, I figured that out.’

  ‘It’s going to be a long night.’

  ‘So I’ve been told,’ I said.

  ‘Jean-Paul, he put a call out to the field office,’ Charlie said. ‘There’s low-lying clouds and fog moving in. About the only way we’d get off this hill is by helicopter, and that ain’t gonna happen with the weather turning bad.’

  ‘They have equipment that lets them fly at night and in bad weather, don’t they?’

  ‘Yep,’ he said. ‘But they only said they would come if we was under attack, with gunfire and all that good stuff. Then—maybe—they’d risk an extraction. Otherwise, here we stay, on our own.’

  ‘If you’re trying to scare the shit out of me, you’re succeeding.’

  Charlie scraped mud from one of his boots, using the toe of the other one. ‘Wondering if I could count on your help tonight.’

  From somewhere I remembered my training from months ago and an admonishment that as civilian UN workers we shouldn’t offer assistance to any military member that might jeopardize our status. That kind of training emphasized that the only way we could be above the conflicts in this troubled land was if we didn’t show that we favored our armed escorts. I promptly forgot that part of my training.

  ‘Go ahead,’ I said. ‘What do you need?’

  Charlie chuckled. ‘What I need is some sleep. I get a feeling that you nice folks think I’m just a living, breathing military machine. Well, that ain’t true.’

  I said, ‘I’ve never thought that.’

  ‘Well, it’s nice that you said that, but you’re lying,’ he said. ‘Which I don’t care about right now. What I do care about is doing my job, which is protecting you and your partners, and I can’t do that right if I’m nodding off. So here’s what I’m asking: can I count on you to spell me a bit during the night—to keep watch?’

  The thought that I would be responsible for everybody’s safety while our armed protector dozed terrified me. But what else could I say? ‘Sure, you can count on me. How about the others?’

  ‘What others?’ he asked.

  ‘You know, Jean-Paul, Peter, Sanjay ... even Miriam.’

  Charlie shook his head. ‘Nope.’

  ‘Why not?’

  “Cause they’re too U
N-blue, that’s why,’ he said. ‘And you’re not. You showed me that the other day, when you got my grenade launcher for me. Anybody else there, in the dirt, would have rolled over on his or her back and started lecturing me about what they could or couldn’t do. You didn’t pull that crap on me. You did what had to be done. Which is why I’m going to trust you to do the right thing if something happens tonight.’

  ‘Jean-Paul won’t like it,’ I said. ‘He’ll have to clear it.’

  Charlie grinned. ‘Jean-Paul’s gonna love it, ‘cause he may be true UN-blue but he wants to wake up tomorrow morning with his head on his shoulders. Just you see.’

  ‘OK,’ I said. Charlie got up from the picnic table and ambled down to the squabbling group.

  I took another swallow of water.

  ~ * ~

  It was tight quarters, what with the vehicles parked in a close triangle. Before Peter started our evening meal Charlie walked around and made sure that whatever dim light was shown didn’t make it out from the cover of the three four-by-fours. There was no fire, just a little flame from the gas stove. Peter, usually a grumbling sort when it came to cooking our dinner, managed to cook some sort of fettuccine dish—that, along with water and hard rolls, was our evening meal—without saying more than a fistful of words. There was no wine, no cognac, no pep talk from Jean-Paul. Miriam sat by herself and Karen sat beside Sanjay, shivering and looking out blankly into the darkness around her, while Peter shoveled his food in so quick it was like he had been starved for days. I don’t even think I tasted anything, anything at all.

  When Peter made a move to start cleaning up the dishes, Charlie stopped him with a shake of his head. ‘No, not at all,’ he said. ‘We’re in bandit country. No more lights tonight, even if you have to go to the bathroom. If that happens, just walk a few yards out beyond the Land Cruisers and do your business in the dark.’

  Karen cleared her throat. ‘Do you think they know we’re here?’

  Peter said loudly, ‘Of course, you stupid cow, of course they know we’re here. We’ve practically set up a searchlight, inviting them to come and pay us a visit. We’ve been driving around in circles, and they left a little calling card for us with that school bus. Or did you think they were offering to take us out on a field trip?’

  I think Sanjay was going to say something but Jean-Paul beat him to it. ‘That’s enough, Peter. Quite enough. I think we’ve all had a long enough day. Let’s try to get some sleep, eh?’

  Miriam said, ‘I think that’s a good idea.’

  I just kept my mouth shut.

  ~ * ~

  There was a little scene later on when Karen said that she was damned if she was going to sleep in a tent, not with all the bad guys out there: she was going to sleep in one of the Land Cruisers. Jean-Paul gently explained to her that there wasn’t enough room, and she said something like ‘Fuck it, I’ll make the room.’ And in her tone of voice I caught a hint of what it must have been like back in California when the lights and the power went away. So she and Sanjay emptied the rear of one of the Land Cruisers and let down the rear seat, and both of them crawled in there together. Peter muttered something about hoping that the bloody thing wouldn’t be rocking later on, waking us all up. Then he put up a tent for himself and Jean-Paul. I got my sleeping gear and one of my duffel bags together and thought about what Karen had said. I inflated my air mattress and took up residence near one of the Land Cruisers which was riding high because of the way it had been parked.

  Jean-Paul came over to me and said, ‘It might rain tonight.’

  ‘It might. But I’ll feel better sleeping outside. Besides, when Charlie comes and gets me I’d rather be out in the open.’

  He nodded. ‘That’s another thing ... thank you for volunteering to assist Charlie.’

  ‘Not a problem.’

  ‘If you could volunteer another thing ...’

  ‘Sure.’

  ‘In your official recording of what is going on, it will be appreciated if you don’t let on that you helped Charlie with our defense. It would make trouble for us in Geneva, when we’re done here.’

  I was going to say something about how we might well and truly be done here if a couple of dozen militiamen who hadn’t been disarmed rolled over us during the night. But I kept my mouth shut.

  ‘We’re in enough of a jam as it is,’ I said. ‘I’ll do my best to minimize any additional trouble.’

  ~ * ~

  I asked Charlie to check on something for me, which he did quickly, so I was able to sit up against one of the Land Cruiser’s tires and do a little work on my laptop to ease up my nerves some. Charlie had made sure that I wasn’t letting any light escape but even so Miriam found me. She was carrying her own sleeping bag and mattress pad.

  ‘You have another reason for being outside, don’t you?’ she asked.

  ‘I do.’

  ‘Which is why I’m here,’ she said. ‘I’d like to know what it is.’

  ‘You sure?’

  ‘Yes,’ she said.

  I closed the lid of my laptop and Miriam sat down next to me. A breeze was coming up and she said, ‘You’re not really dressed for sleep, are you?’

  ‘I take it you’re pointing out that I’m still wearing my flak vest, and that my helmet is right next to me,’ I said.

  ‘Yes,’ she said.

  Despite the windbreak protection of the parked vehicles, my fingers had already started to chill from the slight breeze. ‘First of all, I’m doing something tonight that is against my contract with the UN.’

  ‘Helping out Charlie—I know that,’ Miriam said quietly. ‘But still...’

  ‘What I’m going to say will sound cowardly,’ I said.

  ‘I doubt that, but go on.’

  I tried to think of what was out there, down the sides of the hills, in the trees and the burned homes and the empty streets of the village we had just driven through. ‘It’s like this. Karen was just a little bit right when she refused to get inside a tent. I don’t like the idea of people coming up here when I’m in a sleeping bag, zipped up, and inside a tent that’s also still zipped up. I might as well be hanging off a tree branch, strung up by my ankles, waiting for them to do what they want.’

  Miriam said, ‘Then why are Peter and Jean-Paul in tents, do you think? Are they being stupid?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘All I know is what I feel like tonight, which is being outside.’

  ‘What about Karen and Sanjay?’

  ‘As far as I’m concerned, they’re still zipped up, if you know what I mean,’ I said. ‘They’re stuck inside a vehicle. They may think they’re protected, but rifle rounds or mortar shrapnel can punch through that kind of metal easily enough.’

  ‘So you’re outside,’ Miriam said.

  ‘So I am,’ I said. ‘And that’s where the cowardly part comes in. If something happens and there’s bullets and shrapnel flying, then I don’t want to be restricted. I want freedom of movement.’

  ‘Why is that cowardly?’

  ‘Obvious, isn’t it? Instead of worrying about my teammates, I’m worried about myself. I should have talked to Jean-Paul, told him what I thought. Instead, here I am.’

  ‘Correction,’ Miriam said, unrolling her mattress and bedding. ‘Here we are. You do not mind if I spend the night here next to you?’

  ‘If I did, I’d be an idiot.’

  Miriam laughed, but though it was nice to have her next to me I remembered the last time we’d slept close to each other and how her snoring had kept me awake all night long. I hoped she wasn’t going to repeat her nocturnal noises because I needed some sleep.

  But Miriam wasn’t in the mood for sleeping, not yet. She maneuvered herself up closer to me and said, ‘I’ve always liked Canadians.’

  ‘Always?’ I asked. ‘Why’s that?’

  I put my laptop down on the ground, moved so that I was closer to her. There were murmuring sounds coming from the tent and the rear of the Toyota Land Cruiser. Charlie was
nowhere in sight, but I didn’t care where he was. All I cared about was that he was doing his job.

  Miriam said, ‘You Canadians played a crucial part in the liberation of my country, that’s why. Oh, there were plenty of other Allied troops who fought the Germans in Holland, but a hell of a lot of the fighting was done by Canadians. Didn’t you say your grandfather was in the army during the Second World War?’

  ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘He was at the Dieppe landing, in 1942, in France. A total disaster. He was wounded in the leg, mustered out. So I’m sorry to say he wasn’t there to liberate your homeland.’