Survivalist - 17 - the Ordeal
“The Soviet helicopter gunships consumed fuel at a higher rate when they operated in the silenced mode, and their presence in this area near the Second Chinese City was certainly no secret. Tactically, it was obvious they would not waste the fuel needed for silent operation.
He ran, Natalia cradled in his arms like an exhausted and terribly sick child, Paul Rubenstein beside him, Paul evidently hearing the Soviet gunships as well, the bolt of his German MP-40 submachine gun snapping open.
“John!...”
“Signal Hammerschmidt to get your Specials out of sight. They won’t spot that rope across the gorge from the air. Pray they don’t spot the shelter I built.” Natalia was just as vulnerable as a child, just as helpless, just as needing of protection. The visibility was so poor now with the increasing snowfall that, when the wind gusted and snow whirled up in its wake, Paul was lost from sight for a few seconds at a time. Rourke didn’t envy the Soviet pilots. Natalia kept moving her lips, dry and parched to the touch of his hand, reciting her now barely audible mantra, his name.MoreLess
He ran, Natalia cradled in his arms like an exhausted and terribly sick child, Paul Rubenstein beside him, Paul evidently hearing the Soviet gunships as well, the bolt of his German MP-40 submachine gun snapping open.
“John!...”
“Signal Hammerschmidt to get your Specials out of sight. They won’t spot that rope across the gorge from the air. Pray they don’t spot the shelter I built.” Natalia was just as vulnerable as a child, just as helpless, just as needing of protection. The visibility was so poor now with the increasing snowfall that, when the wind gusted and snow whirled up in its wake, Paul was lost from sight for a few seconds at a time. Rourke didn’t envy the Soviet pilots. Natalia kept moving her lips, dry and parched to the touch of his hand, reciting her now barely audible mantra, his name.MoreLess
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