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.To survive, they were forced to make do with whatever they could find, whether that was picking a lock with a paperclip or making an explosive out of household chemicals.Not only did this skill require ingenuity, it also required guts.Otherwise, new ideas would never be tested in the field.During his time in the MANIACs, Payne had used a grapefruit as a silencer, stalled a car with a tube sock and killed a man with a stapler, but he had never used salami for anything except sandwiches.Of course, that didn’t mean it wouldn’t work.It simply meant that one of them had to be a guinea pig.Normally that burden would fall on Payne, who preferred to lead by example.But in this situation, Jones insisted on going first.‘My idea, my glory,’ Jones shouted over the wind and the roar of the rotor.‘Plus, your ass is so fat you might snap the rope.’Payne watched closely as Jones clamped the salami round the rope and stepped onto the skid tube, which was attached to the chopper’s wheels.‘See you soon.’Jones took a deep breath, then leaned back on the skid more than a hundred feet above the ground.As he did, he focused on his grip.If this didn’t work, he knew his hands would never be the same, and neither would his life.Jones was brave, not stupid.He realized if his idea failed, there was a damn good chance he was going to die - either from the fall or from the gunmen down below who would pounce upon him like cheetahs on an injured gazelle.And yet Jones remained unfazed.Compared to the things he had faced in the MANIACs, this was less dangerous than bungee jumping.Sure, something could go wrong, but he wasn’t about to let it ruin his fun.With a smile on his face, Jones launched himself backward and yelled, ‘Geronimo!’A second later, he was falling towards the forest.As expected, the salami ripped to shreds as Jones clutched the casing on his way to the forest floor.In his wake, tiny chunks of meat clung to the rope like used pieces of dental floss.Of course, Jones didn’t notice anything above him as he zipped past the trees since he was far more concerned with his landing.Clamping the rope with his legs and boots, Jones eased to a stop just before he reached the end of the rope, which dangled ten feet above the ground.Wasting no time, Jones released his grip and dropped to the slope.He minimized his impact by tumbling once, then scampered behind the nearest tree where he pulled his gun and secured the area for his partner’s arrival.Unfortunately, Payne’s trip didn’t go quite as smoothly.Whether it was the remnants of Jones’s salami on the rope, Payne’s extra weight, or a combination of the two, Payne struggled to control his pace on his descent.He used his legs and boots, just like he had been taught, but the pre-greased line minimized friction.Whereas Jones was able to stop before he reached the end of the rope, Payne didn’t have that luxury.One moment, Jones was scouting the area for enemy troops.The next, Payne was tumbling past him like a boulder rolling down the mountain - a grunting and groaning boulder.When he finally came to a stop, Jones rushed to his side, worried his friend was dead.‘Are you okay?’ Jones demanded.Sprawled on his back and covered in pine needles, Payne blinked a few times before his head was clear.Once he regained his focus, he brought his hands near his face and stared at his fingers.‘I’ll be damned.The salami worked.’Jones breathed a sigh of relief.‘Told you so.’Payne sat up and nodded.‘Landing was a little rough, but …’‘Mine was worse,’ Jones lied.‘Tumbled right into a tree.’‘Really? Are you all right?’Jones groaned for effect.‘I think I’ll make it.But I’ll feel a lot better once we know what we’re up against.’Payne wobbled slightly as he stood.‘Communications?’Jones shook his head.‘No signal on my cell phone.’Payne rubbed his eyes, then looked up at the surrounding trees.The forest was so thick he could barely see sunlight.‘Which way to the bunker?’Jones pointed diagonally up the slope.‘That way.’‘How far?’Jones stared at Payne, slightly concerned.Normally his sense of distance and direction were impeccable.‘Are you sure you’re okay?’‘I’ll be fine once we’re moving.I need to clear some cobwebs.’Jones tried to examine Payne’s eyes.‘Cobwebs? Or a concussion?’Payne pushed him away and pulled out his Sig Sauer.He had played some of his best football games at the Naval Academy with fuzzy vision and bells ringing in his ears.He wasn’t about to stop for some cobwebs.‘Come on! We’re wasting time.Let’s get moving.’Jones relented.‘Fine! But I’m in charge until you can recite the alphabet backwards.’‘Hell, I couldn’t do that before I jumped.’Even though Kaiser cared about the welfare of his men, he wasn’t about to grab a rifle and charge towards the gun fire.He was paying them for protection, not the other way around.‘What’s your status?’ Kaiser asked from the relative safety of the cul-de-sac.He had been tempted to hide inside the bunker until the mountain was secure, but his two-way radio was ineffective down there, and he wanted to call the shots.‘Schneider, can you hear me?’Silence filled the line, as it had for the past few minutes.Kaiser cursed to himself.Based on Schneider’s last transmission and the gun fire that followed, they had to assume he was dead.If so, what had happened? And more importantly, who had killed him?Kaiser had plenty of enemies, but how had they found him in the woods above Garmisch-Partenkirchen? Had one of his men betrayed him? Or had the leak come from somewhere else? For the time being, it didn’t matter.The only thing he cared about was getting off the mountain.Preferably with the gold in tow, but not if it meant his life.Because in Kaiser’s world, he had more to worry about than gunmen.He also had to evade the police.30Gun fire came in sporadic bursts, a mixture of shotgun blasts and automatic fire from somewhere near the bunker.Leading the charge, Jones used the noise as a beacon, zeroing in on the firefight without stopping to check his GPS or studying the symbols that Kaiser’s men had marked on the trees.Of course, Jones didn’t have much of a choice while running at top speed.The sun could barely be seen because of the denseness of the trees - which was how the neighbouring Black Forest had received its name - so Jones relied on his ears just as much as his eyes.Despite his height and muscular frame, Payne kept pace with the wiry Jones, who darted under branches and leapt over logs like a deer escaping a forest fire.One of the things that had made Payne a star on the football field was his rare combination of speed and strength.Not only was he faster than most people, he was also much stronger.Mix in his toughness, athleticism and discipline, and a world-class athlete had emerged.If not for his sense of duty, Payne would have made millions as a pro football player.Instead, he had honed his skills in the military and become one of the best soldiers the world had ever seen.Although Payne and Jones were retired from the MANIACs, the top brass at the Pentagon still spoke their names with reverence and contacted them for their expertise.Over the next few minutes, they would display their skills.A wave of gun fire forced them to scramble for cover.Jones slid to a stop behind a fallen tree while Payne ducked behind a nearby boulder.Both men struggled to breathe, the thin air and steep slope wreaking havoc on their lungs.The bunker was less than a hundred yards away, but it wasn’t visible from their position
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