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waited, feeling the heat build in the car from the sunshine. Within seconds, the vehicle that Yuri had seen travel up the road earlier came flying back down, now taking the lead on surveillance and allowing the team that had penetrated the fortress a gap in time to protect them from exposure.
    Yuri no longer cared about the active surveillance or the rabbit. He waited on his target. Eventually, they fired up the Ford and began driving back down the mountain. Like a snake tracking his prey, he slid in behind the car.
    Driving directly behind the target, he said, “Two turns. You’ve got two turns.”
    Dmitri said, “Working it.”
    Yuri glanced his way and saw him stroking the keys to a laptop, a USB cable stretched out on the dash with an iPhone 5s attached to it. They passed the first turn.
    “You’ve got a little over a mile. Status.”
    “I have contact, but I can’t manipulate.”
    “What the fuck does that mean?”
    Fingers flying over the keyboard, Dmitri said, “I can talk to my device, but it’s not talking to the car.”
    Yuri closed his eyes for a second, then applied the brakes. Dmitri said, “What are you doing? I have to maintain our connection.”
    “I’m not going to burn us for this circus.”
    “It’ll work! Give me a chance. Back off after the kill-zone if it’s still not working.”
    Yuri grimaced, and increased acceleration. Dmitri rattled off a string of numbers designed to instill confidence, but they meant nothing to Yuri. Dmitri continued to manipulate the keys. He called a signal strength that might as well have been describing the fluid dynamics of a rocket launch as far as Yuri was concerned.
    Dmitri said one more mix of computer language and Yuri snapped, “Shut the fuck up. Is it working or not?”
    Dmitri smiled. “Yes. Yes, it is. Tell me when.”
    Yuri surveyed the road ahead, knowing the hairpin was about a half mile away. He said, “Cut the brakes in ten seconds. Hit the gas in twenty.”
    Dmitri nodded. Ten seconds later he stroked the keys. Initially, there was no reaction from the car in front of them. Four or five seconds later, the car swerved left, then right, then continued straight. At the twenty-second mark, Dmitri typed something new, and the car jumped forward, racing straight into the hairpin turn.
    Yuri could only imagine what the driver was doing, frantically slamming the brakes into the floor, jamming the gearshift into low, and scared to death because the accelerator was pouring gas into the engine as if a ghost were in the machine.
    He saw the passenger’s arms waving in the air, scrambling for something in the backseat. He had no idea what it could be.
    The turn approached much faster than anticipated, as they were now flying down the mountain at a good fifty miles an hour. Fast enough for him to lose control of his own vehicle, but he had to maintain his proximity or lose the Bluetooth connection.
    His knuckles grew white on the steering wheel as they approached the turn, realizing too late that his plan might be the death of both of them. He saw the car enter the hairpin and screamed, “Now!”
    Oblivious of his own impending fate, Dmitri continued to tap the keyboard and Yuri watched the car snap to the right, crash through the minuscule guardrail, and sail into space, as if it were trying to leap across the chasm.
    Yuri had no time to appreciate the view, as his own vehicle hit the curve at over fifty-five miles an hour. He slammed on the brakes and torqued the steering wheel, fighting to keep from following the car over the cliff. He bounced against the guardrail, eliciting a shout from Dmitri, then slid to a halt, the passenger side grinding along the metal rail for close to forty meters.
    Yuri sagged against the wheel for a second, panting, then looked behind him, seeing a cloud of smoke rising from the valley below.
    Dead. The Vympel way.
    He’d executed exactly what Vlad the Impaler wanted, believing he’d set his country on the path of