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man again. His body was still, but she couldn’t afford to leave him alive with the first one still in motion. She fired twice more into his thorax and head, killing him for certain.
    As she triggered the second shot, she realized her error.
    As she brought the pistol out of its mild recoil from that shot, she was already starting to move.
    Either she’d hit the first man in the spine, or …
    Whatever it was that had hit her on the side of the head made Annie’s entire body vibrate with the impact and she sprawled right, barely holding onto the Taurus as she fell.
    And then there was tremendous pressure on her, and there was a knife beside her left eye and a voice saying, “I will make you ugly before I kill you, Frau!”

Chapter Six
    Natalia threw herself into the snow at the sound of the first shot, the icy wind rendering her unable to exactly peg the direction from which it had come.
    The subsequent shots gave her her bearings.
    And they were clearly just pistol shots, likely 9mms.
    Annie had the laser-sighted Taurus from the arms lockers. If she’d had the opportunity to take out both men spotted earlier on the microwave closed circuit video monitors, she would have taken it, in all probability having elected to use the pistol.
    The helicopter was much louder now, likely homing in on an open radio frequency. The road leading up to The Retreat became almost level for a short span, perhaps five hundred yards away from the entrance.
    A skilled helicopter pilot could land there, even in those conditions.
    But Annie would have been on the radio by now, announcing her success if she’d had any. Or she would have called out by voice to her.
    But there had been no such radio transmission and no such call.
    Natalia told herself she’d waited long enough, that she should have never put Annie in a position where the girl might have to brace someone her own father had so far been unable to best.
    Natalia reached into the right side pocket of her parka, extracting the Bali-Song. She wedged the knife, still folded closed, inside the fold-around tab that secured the buckle of her gunbelt to the belt itself. Blousing up her parka slighdy, she was able to mask its presence there from casual observation.
    Swinging the M16 forward off her back, she clenched her right fist around the pistol grip, her right thumb poised over the selector for a split second.
    The helicopter would land within minutes or less.
    There was almost no time.
    She flicked the tumbler to auto. Then, with her right first finger just outside the trigger guard, she started out of the snowdrift to find Annie and Freidrich Rausch… .
    It was Freidrich Rausch. He said to her, “You are the daughter, are you not?”
    Her eyes flickered from the point of the knife, less than an inch away from her left eye, to his face, and then back. His eyes were darkly gleaming pinpoints of light seen through his snow goggles. shot you,” Annie whispered, trying to keep her voice steady.
    “I was bending over and, as luck would have it—good luck for me and bad for you—the bullet tore away part of my parka but did not harm me at all. You are the daughter of Frau Rourke, the one who fornicates with the subhuman.”
    Annie moved her right hand, still holding the gun, and Rausch almost drove the knife through her snow goggles and into her eye. She sucked in her breath and froze, not daring to even breathe. He kept the knife so close to her eye that it actually touched her snow goggles as he reached out with his left hand and took the Taurus from her grasp.
    “You are the Rourke daughter?”
    “Yes.”
    “And you chose to despoil your own body by—”
    “Fuck off! Understand that in English?!” He was going to kill her anyway, she realized.
    Rausch laughed. “My men will be here. They will not be happy. You have just cold-bloodedly murdered one of the top officials in the party.”
    “Nazis eat shit three times a day,” Annie hissed through the scarf covering her