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Bingo； Jack thought in silent celebration。 It took two more minutes and he was standing right behind the cocksucker。 Hello； Colonel Strokov。
Hidden in the thickness of the crowd； Jack unbuttoned his jacket。
The man was farther back than he would have done it； Jack thought。 His field of fire was limited by the bodies around him； but the woman directly in front of him was short enough that he could easily draw and fire right over her； and his field of view was fairly unrestricted。
Okay； Boris Andreyevich； if you want to play； this game's going to surprise you some。 If the Army or the Navy ever look on heaven's scenes/They will find the streets are guarded by United States Marines； motherfucker。
Tom Sharp took the chance to slide through the crowd in front of Strokov； brushing past as he went。 On the other side； he turned in Ryan's direction and reached up with his fist into the sky。 Strokov was armed。
The noise of the crowd rose in frequency； and the languages all melded into one murmuring hiss of noise that suddenly went dead still。 A bronze door had opened out of Ryan's view。
Sharp was four feet away； just one person； an adolescent boy； between him and Strokov。。。 easy for him to dart right and get his hands on the man。
Then a cavalcade of screams erupted。 Ryan inched back and pulled out his pistol； thumbing the hammer back； putting his pistol fully in battery。 His eyes were locked on Strokov。
〃King； the Pope is ing out now！ Vehicle is in view。〃
But Ryan couldn't answer。 Neither could he see the Popemobile。
〃Sparrow； I see him。 Ryan/Sharp； he will enter your field of view in a few seconds。〃
Unable to say a word； unable to see His Holiness approach； Jack's eyes were locked on his target's shoulders。 You can't move your arm without having them move； too； and when he did that。。。
Shooting a man in the back is murder； Jack。。。
In his peripheral vision； Ryan saw the front…left corner of the white jeep/golf cart slowly moving left to right。 The man in front of him was looking in that general direction。。。 but not quite。。。 why？
But then his right shoulder moved ever so slightly。。。 At the bottom of Ryan's field of view； his right elbow came into view； meaning that his forearm was now parallel to the ground。
And then his right foot moved back； ever so slightly。 The man was getting ready to…
Ryan pressed the muzzle of his pistol against the base of his spine。 He could feel the vertebrae of his backbone on the muzzle of his Browning。 Jack saw his head rock back； just a few millimeters。 Ryan leaned forward and rasped a whisper into his ear。
〃If that gun in your hand goes off； you'll be pissing into a diaper the rest of your life。 Now； real slow； with your fingertips； hand it back to me； or I will shoot you where you stand。〃
Mission acplished； Ryan's brain announced。 This fucker isn't going to kill anybody。 Go ahead； resist if you want。 Nobody's that fast。 His finger was so tight on the trigger that if Strokov turned suddenly； the pistol would go off on its own accord； and sever his spine for all time to e。
The man hesitated； and surely his mind was running at the speed of light through various options。 There were drills for what to do when someone had a gun in one's back； and he'd even practiced them in his intelligence academy； but here； now； twenty years later； with a real pistol against his spine； those lessons with play guns seemed a very distant thing； and could he bat the gun away so fast to keep it from destroying a kidney？ Probably not。 And so； his right hand came back just as he'd just been told。。。
Ryan jumped at the sound of one…two…three pistol shots； not fifteen feet away。 It was the sort of moment in which the world stops its turning； hearts and lungs stop functioning； and every mind has an instant of total clarity。 Jack's eyes were drawn to the sound。 There was the Holy Father； and on his snow…white cassock was a spot of red； the size of a half…dollar； in the chest； and on his handsome face was the shock of something too fast for him yet to feel the pain； but his body was already collapsing； slumping and turning to the left； folding into itself as he started to go down。
It required all of Ryan's discipline not to squeeze the trigger。 His left hand snatched the pistol out of his subject's hand。
〃Stand still； you motherfucker。 Don't take a step； don't turn； don't do anything。 Tom！〃 he called loudly。
〃Sparrow； they have him； they have the gunman。 The gunman is down on the pavement； must be ten people on him。 The Pope took two； possibly three； hits。〃
The reaction of the crowd was almost binary in character。 Those closest to the shooter jumped on him like cats on a single unlucky mouse； and whoever the shooter was； he was invisible under a mound of tourists； perhaps ten feet from where Ryan； Sharp； and Strokov stood。 The people immediately around Ryan were drawing away…rather slowly； actually。。。
〃Jack； let's get our friend away from here； shall we？〃 And the three men moved into the escape arch； as Ryan had e to think of it。
〃Sharp to all。 We have Strokov with us。 Leave the area separately and rendezvous at the embassy。〃
A minute later； they were in Sharp's official Bentley。 Ryan got in back with the Bulgarian。
Strokov was clearly feeling better about things now。 〃What is this？ I am member of Bulgarian embassy and…〃
〃We'll remember you said that； old man。 For now； you are a guest of Her Britannic Majesty's government。 Now； be a good chap and sit still； or my friend will kill you。〃
〃Interesting tool of diplomacy； this。〃 Ryan lifted the gun he'd taken from Strokov…East Bloc issue； with a large and awkward can…type silencer screwed on the business end。 Sure as hell he'd been planning to shoot somebody。
But whom？ Suddenly； Ryan wasn't sure。
〃Tom？〃
〃Yes； Jack？〃
〃Something was more wrong than we thought。〃
〃I think you're right；〃 Sharp agreed。 〃But we have someone to clear that up for us。〃
The drive back to the embassy illustrated what had been to Ryan a hidden talent。 The Bentley had an immensely powerful engine； and Sharp knew how to use it； exploding away from the Vatican like a drag…racing top fuel eliminator。 The car screeched to a halt in the small parking lot next to the embassy； and the three of them went in through a side door； and from there to the basement。 With Ryan covering； Sharp handcuffed the Bulgarian and sat him in a wooden chair。
〃Colonel Strokov； you must answer for Georgiy Markov；〃 Sharp told him。 〃We've been after you for some years now。〃
Strokov's eyes went as wide as doorknobs。 As fast as the Bentley had gone； Tom Sharp's mind had been driving faster still。
〃What do you mean？〃
〃I mean； we have these photos of you leaving Heathrow Airport after killing our good friend on Westminster Bridge。 The Yard was onto you； old boy； but you left minutes before they got permission to arrest you。 That's your bad luck。 So； now； it was our job to arrest you。 You will find us rather less civilized that the Yard； Colonel。 You murdered a man on British soil。 Her Majesty the Queen does not approve of that sort of thing； Colonel。〃
〃But…〃
〃Why are we bothering to talk with this bastard； Tom？〃 Ryan asked； catching on。 〃We have our orders； don't we？〃
〃Patience； Jack； patience。 He's not going anywhere at the moment； is he？〃
〃I want to have a phone to call my embassy；〃 Strokov said…rather weakly； Ryan thought。
〃Next he'll want a lawyer；〃 Sharp observed humorously。 〃Well； in London you could have a solicitor to assist you； but we are not in London； are we； old boy？〃
〃And we are not Scotland Yard；〃 Jack added； taking his lead from Sharp。 〃I should have just done him at the church； Tom。〃
Sharp shook his head。 〃Too noisy。 Better we just let him。。。 disappear； Jack。 I'm sure Georgiy would understand。〃
It was clear from Strokov's face that he was not accustomed to having men discuss his own fate in the way that he had so often determined for himself the fates of others。 It was easier to be brave； he was finding； when he was the fellow holding the gun。
〃Well； I wasn't going to kill him； Tom； just sever his spine below the waist。 You know； put him in a wheelchair t