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A.R.Yngve
PARRY'S PROTOCOL
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Chapter 49
Within a few minutes the big helicopter, white and unmarked, had arrived. Rotorblades thundering, it made a turn around the fenced institution area -- ignoring the waving man on the parking-lot twenty meters below.
From the gash in the building, three blue-clad, armed figures jumped outside and began running on a single file toward the gates. The helicopter sank down on the parking space, whipping up big dust clouds. A door slid open in its side; the nurse ran to it.
"Thank God you came!" he shouted over the noise. "Someone has attacked the --"
He stopped -- one of the running blue-clad figures gunned him down from behind. Gaping, he fell forward.
The man who had shot him waved at the helicopter pilot, while the aircraft's wheels touched the ground. Two other men in similar blue clothes jumped out the open slide door. The man waved at them too -- his face was hidden by a cap and sunglasses. He remained standing until the two newcomers were less than thirty feet off.
The foremost of the two men began shouting at him: "Good work! Now let's get outta --"
He was cut off; the waving man mowed them both down with the Uzi in his other hand, leaped over their falling bodies, scampered to the slide door and heaved himself inside. There was a cracking gunshot from the cockpit -- the windshield was perforated. The two other blue-clad figures who had been following the waving one scuttled closer, ducking down. They were: Abram and Joyce. Parry peeked out the slide door, tearing off his sunglasses.
He grinned maliciously at them, shouting over the decreasing rotor noise: "I had to do it, the dumb nurse could've gotten us all killed! Does any of you know how to fly one of these?!"
Joyce took off her shades, staring at him with lowered eyebrows, eyes full of hate -- she was unarmed.
"I have a helicopter certificate," she said loudly. "Where are we going to go now, you mad killer?"
Parry waved them on board, his exhilaration showing through the grime on his face.
"We're gonna send greetings to old friends!" he yelled hoarsely. From the Institute, the door-guard came running -- he was the only one alive, who wasn't disguised in the assassins' fake uniforms.