Operation: Congo

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Hynd was to lead the fleeing group. He handed Wiggins his rifle before starting out.

“You’ll need this more than me if you’re hanging back with the captain.”

“Aye, and you need your hands free for your girlfriend,” Wiggins replied.

Debs cuffed him, hard, around the ear and Wiggins smiled.

“She learns fast.”

Wiggins dropped back, Davies and Wilkins having already joined the captain at the rear. The captain hadn’t said what he’d seen that had got him so spooked but Hynd knew it was bad; he’d seen it in his friend’s face. And they all heard the roar and bellow from behind. Whatever was after them sounded big and pissed off.

He noticed that the dark-haired Frenchman wasn’t with his group. He had fallen back and taken up at the side of young Wilkins. Debs saw him looking.

“Looks like someone’s made a conquest,” she said with a laugh. Hynd didn’t have any time to consider the implications of the remark as a fresh roar shook the trees.

“You heard the man,” Hynd shouted. “Arseholes and elbows. Get a fucking move on.”

Without waiting to see if anyone would follow, he broke into a run heading for the high ridge and the descent to the river beyond.

He only looked back once, after making the crossing of the ridge and when he reckoned he had gone almost halfway to the canoes. Debs ran almost at his side, loping along with the practiced gait of a seasoned runner; she looked good for miles yet. The others of her team weren’t doing so well, and the three of them were strung across a span of fifty yards. The rest of the squad and the black-haired doctor were almost down to walking speed at the rear, trying to move the stragglers along faster.

Another roar came, and Hynd looked further back down the trail. Something big was coming. He saw its effect on the foliage more than the thing itself but if it was another raptor, it was by far the largest yet.

“Come on,” he shouted. “I can almost see the canoes. One last push and we’re home free.”

They were far from home and far from free.

But they don’t know that. Yet.

He reached the riverbank just ahead of Debs and headed straight for where they’d stowed the canoes, dragging one from under the canopy.

“Get these in the water,” he said, “and get your people into them, three in one, two in the other.”

“Yes, Sarge,” she said, giving him a mock salute. “But I’m in yours. You’re not getting out of my sight.”

“Fine by me, lass,” he replied.

The first of the WHO team came over the top of the bank seconds later, then it was mayhem for a minute as the rest arrived, were allocated a seat, and Hynd tried to stop them all fleeing before everyone had got into a canoe. Private Davies was the first of the squad to show up, coming over the banking at a flat run.

“It’s going to be close,” he said.

“Get in the first canoe,” Hynd said to him, “And get it out into the river. Cover the rest of us from there.”

The three members of the WHO team in the first canoe let out a small cheer as Davies pushed them off the bank with his oar. Two of the men lifted a paddle from inside the canoe, helping him stay out of the main current long enough to take up a steady position ten yards out.

Wilkins and the Frenchman arrived, leaping over the bank like hurdlers and coming to a halt inches from where Hynd and Debs stood.

“Where’s the cap and Wiggo?”

“Busy,” Wilkins said, then the sound of gunfire echoed loud around them.

The captain and Wiggins came over the bank at a leap. Wiggins landed heavily, tumbled, and slid in the mud. The captain got him to his feet and retrieved the corporal’s rifle. He didn’t get time to hand it back.

A raptor and rider came over the bank and started down towards them. The captain didn’t lose a beat. He put two rounds in the beast’s head and one down the throat of the rider. The shot pair fell dead in the mud inches from Hynd’s feet.

A bellow, almost deafening, replied to Banks’ shots. Everyone left on the bank looked up and up again as the head then body of a T-rex rose up on the banking only yards away. Debs put her hand in Hynd’s and squeezed. She stood her ground beside him as first the feathered headdress then the king and his raptor came up onto the bank, the rest of his men coming on behind him.

Within seconds, a score of raptors and riders lined up alongside him along the bank on left and right sides of the T-rex.

They set up a chant that sounded like a prayer.

Mokele-Mbembe.

Mokele-Mbembe.

The T-rex roared in reply.