Steal The Sun(战争间谍)-第66章

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too。　Get　up。”
Finn　stood；　testing　the　extent　of　his　injury。　Beneath　the　pain；　bone　and　muscles　were　intact。　The
wound　was　not　much　worse　than　a　crease。　He　used　the　tentative　motions　of　an　old　man；　inviting
Vanessa　to　underestimate　him；　trying　to　get　within　reach　of　her　white　neck。
Wind　rattled　against　the　windows；　making　hollow　fluttering　sounds；　like　a　bird　beating　against　a
glass　cage。　Ana　stayed　on　her　hands　and　knees；　her　eyes　fixed　on　the　floor。
Finn　leaned　against　the　wall；　measuring　the　distance　to　Vanessa　and　her　soft…voiced　pistol。　Too
far。　She　was　good　at　what　she　did。　He　looked　at　Kestrel；　wondering　if　he　had　made　his　choice
yet；　and　if　so；　which　conqueror　he　had　chosen。
“Turn　around；”　said　Vanessa　to　Finn。　“Put　your　hands　on　the　wall。　Quickly！”
Finn　turned；　but　not　quickly。　Vanessa　had　only　the　single；　black…and…white　choice　–　kill　Finn　or
let　him　live。　He　had　all　the　thousand　gray　choices　in　between。
The　silencer　rested　at　the　base　of　Finn’s　skull。　He　stood　very　still　while　Vanessa’s　free　hand
probed　and　patted　him　in　a　travesty　of　intimacy。　The　position　was　as　awkward　for　her　as　it　was
for　him；　and　almost　as　dangerous。　She　had　to　work　very　quickly。　She　found　his　。45　and　his　knife
and　kicked　them　across　the　floor　to　the　far　corner　of　the　apartment。
Finn　watched　the　weapons　slide　away　beyond　reach。　He　put　them　out　of　his　mind。　They　were
simply　tools。　Useful；　but　not　necessary。　He　could　kill　without　them。
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Ana　and　Kestrel　were　also　searched。　Ana　was　not　armed。　Kestrel’s　knife　went　sliding　across　the
room。　Vanessa　stepped　back；　pulled　off　her　silk　scarf　and　threw　it　to　Ana。
“Tie　them　together；　knee　to　knee。　If　the　scarf　comes　off；　I’ll　kill　both　of　them。”
Ana　fumbled　with　the　long；　narrow　scarf；　joining　Kestrel’s　right　knee　to　Finn’s　left。　As　she　tied
the　last　slippery　knot；　she　rested　her　cheek　for　an　instant　against　Kestrel’s　leg。　“I’m　sorry；”　she
whispered。
Kestrel’s　hand　brushed　Ana’s　cheek。　When　she　stood；　there　were　tears　on　her　face　and　his
fingertips。　Without　meeting　Kestrel’s　eyes；　she　went　and　opened　the　outside　door。

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Finn　and　Kestrel　moved　with　surprising　agility；　adjusting　to　the　odd；　three…legged　gait　enforced
by　the　scarf。　Ana　led　the　way　to　the　fence；　skirting　gardens　and　chicken　coops。　Vanessa　walked　in
the　rear；　close　enough　to　control　them；　far　enough　to　be　beyond　their　reach。
Beyond　the　fence；　darkness　and　silence　were　complete。　No　voices　called　across　the　barracks
row；　no　windows　radiated　squares　of　light。　The　wind　moaned；　powerful　and　restless；　redolent　of
sage　and　desolation。
They　were　alone　in　the　night；　ill　at　ease　in　the　desert　–　except　for　Finn。　Like　the　thousand　choices
between　life　and　death；　the　desert　belonged　to　him。
“Where　are　the　patrols？”　Vanessa　asked　him。
“I　don’t　know。”　Finn　smiled。　“The　purpose　of　patrols　is　to　be　hard　to　find。”
“If　they　take　us；　you’ll　be　the　first　to　die。”
Finn　swung　his　bound　leg　forward　in　time　with　Kestrel’s　movements。　They　adjusted　to　their
mutual　bond　quickly。　Beyond　the　fence；　progress　was　more　difficult。　Sagebrush　and　cactus　grew
closer　together；　loose　sand　clung　to　their　feet；　and　the　moon’s　half…smile　gave　only　the　illusion　of
light。
Suddenly　Ana　dropped　behind　a　clump　of　salt　cedar。　At　the　same　instant；　Finn　sensed　the
movement　of　a　patrolling　sentry。　He　crouched　and　froze　in　midstride；　afraid　that　Vanessa　would
kill　all　of　them；　leaving　the　uranium　buried　in　the　desert　where　no　one　could　find　it。　The　outline
of　Finn　and　Kestrel　became　indistinguishable　from　the　brush。　The　soldier’passed　twenty　yards
away；　never　knowing　how　close　he　came　to　death。
Finn　waited；　sweating；　holding　Kestrel　immobile；　until　the　sentry’s　footsteps　thinned　into　silence
and　wind。　He　let　out　his　breath　and　bent　over　Kestrel；　who　was　working　over　the　knots　binding
him　to　Finn。
“How　much　further？”　asked　Finn　under　his　breath　as　he　pulled　Kestrel　upright。　The　Japanese
did　not　answer。　The　scarf　felt　looser；　but　not　enough　to　slip　free　of。　Finn　swore　silently　and
vowed　to　feel　Vanessa’s　neck　beneath　his　hands。
Silver…white　against　the　sky；　a　dead　branch　stuck　up　from　the　opposite　edge　of　a　shallow　ravine。
Ana　hesitated；　then　descended；　sinking　ankle　deep　into　small　windrows　of　sand。　Kestrel　and
Finn　slithered　after　her；　staying　upright　only　by　the　trained　reflexes　they　shared。
Tension　crept　over　Finn’s　body；　stiffening　him；　making　him　clumsy。　He　forced　himself　to
breathe　deeply；　relaxing　clenched　muscles　until　he　moved　freely　once　more。　Beside　him　in　the
backness；　Kestrel’s　breathing　slowed　and　deepened；　as　though　he　were　gathering　himself　for　a
great　effort。
The　climb　out　of　the　ravine　was　accomplished　in　a　three…legged　rush。　Just　over　the　top；　Kestrel
tripped　and　dragged　Finn　down。　Instinctively；　Finn　tried　to　roll　clear；　but　was　held　by　the　scarf。
Pain　exploded　in　his　shoulder。　Grimly；　he　pushed　himself　to　his　hands　and　knees；　grabbing　a
fistful　of　sand　as　he　rose。
“Get　up！”　hissed　Vanessa。
“In　thirty　steps　she’ll　kill　us；”　murmured　Kestrel　as　he　struggled　to　his　feet。　His　tone　betrayed
nothing　of　his　thoughts；　and　the　choice　he　must　make　very　soon。

“Up！”
Finn　looked　out　of　the　corner　of　his　eye；　hoping　Vanessa　would　be　within　reach。　She　was　not。
Sand　ground　into　his　raw　shoulder。　The　would　bled；　thick　and　hot。　He　ignored　it。　He　helped
Kestrel　stagger　to　his　feet；　steadying　both　of　them　with　his　strength。　As　they　hobbled　forward；
Finn　counted　steps　beneath　his　breath。
“Fifteen。　Make　up　your　mind　before　she　does　it　for　you。”
Kestrel　heard；　but　said　nothing。　Finn　smothered　his　fury；　if　they　spent　their　energy　trying　to　kill
each　other；　Vanessa　would　surely　win；　“Choose；　damn　you！”　hissed　Finn。
Kestrel’s　answer　was　lost　in　the　night　wind。
“What’s　he　saying？”　whispered　Vanessa。
“His　prayers；　for　all　I　know；”　said　Finn；　anger　in　his　voice。　He　yanked　Kestrel　upright。　“He’s　out
of　his　head　with　fever。”　He　stopped；　hoping　Vanessa　would　come　too　close。　Beside　him；　Kestrel
waited；　poised。　Finn　did　not　hear　his　words　to　know　Kestrel　had　decided　to　kill　Vanessa　before
he　tried　to　kill　Finn。
“Hurry　up！”　Vanessa　commanded。
“If　you　want　speed；　untie　us。”
Vanessa　laughed。
Ana　walked　on　very　slowly；　looking　for　the　dark　shapes　of　branches　against　the　pale　blur　of　the
desert　floor。　She　cast　about　until　she　found　the　other　branches　Kestrel　had　used　as　markers。　The
first　branch　pointed　to　the　base　of　a　huge　sagebrush　clump　a　few　feet　away。　Wind　gusted　coldly…
Ana　looked　at　the　base　of　the　sagebrush；　but　could　see　no　pale　curve　of　metal　rim。　She　knelt；
searching　the　ground　with　growing　agitation；　sand　running　cold　between　her　frantic　fingers　until
she　raised　her　hands　in　despair。
“It’s　gone！”
Ana’s　cry　was　too　pitiful　to　be　doubted。　Vanessa　trotted　forward；　making　a　wide　arc　around　the
men。
“It’s　gone；”　said　Ana　over　and　over。　“Gone　gone　gone　–　“
A　vicious　slap　rocked　her　head　back。
“Don’t　lie　to　me；　you　little　bitch！　Dig！”
Ana　began　digging　at　random；　not　even　trying　to　avoid　Vanessa’s　continuing　blows。
Finn　felt　Kestrel　stiffen。　“Is　this　the　right　place？”　he　whispered；　holding　Kestrel　back。　“The
world　looks　different　at　night。”
“That　branch。　The　big　sage。　The　number　of　steps。　Yes。”
“The　wind；”　Finn　whispered。
Ana’s　fingernails　scraped　across　the　metal　rim　of　the　bucket。　She　dug　frantically；　throwing　sand
and　rocks　into　the　wind。　Finally　she　yanked　the　bucket　free　and　dumped　out　its　contents。　The
smaller　piece　of　uranium　thumped　to　the　ground。　The　scarlet　foil　looked　black　in　the　wan　light。
“Is　that　all　of　it？”　asked　Vanessa；　sighting　down　the　bulbous　silencer　to　the　base　of　Ana’s　skull。
Pleasure　rippled　in　Vanessa’s　voice。　The　delight　she　took　in　the　kill　was　the　first　weakness　Finn
had　seen　in　her。　He　gathered　himself　to　leap　forward　the　instant　Vanessa’s　pleasure　distracted
her。
Silk　tightened　around　his　knee；　reminding　him　that　he　could　not　move　without　Kestrel’s
cooperation。　The　gun　settled　lower；　almost　caressing　the　nape　of　Ana’s　neck。　His　fist　clenched
around　a　handful　of　sand；　Finn　inched　forward。　When　Vanessa　pulled　the　trigger；　he　wanted　t