about that, huh, Captain Turncoat.â
âNo,â Jake replied quietly. âI hadnât heard.â
âMusta happened the day you left. Yeah, we and the boys were just talking about how tragic it was you had to leave us all of a sudden like that.â
âCompliments of your friend,â Jake said. âColonel Connors.â
âYeah, well, he might be our friend, Captain Turncoat, but he sure ainât yours.â The sergeantâs gaze shifted. âThat your Frenchie driver? Whoever he is, he just about made meat pies outta my men.â
âThe name is Captain Servais to you, Sergeant.â
âHey, boys, get a load of how the Frenchie here parlays the lingo.â The gaze remained settled on Servais. âAs for trying to pull rank, Frenchie, itâs after curfew, nobodyâs out, and weâre miles from the base. Which means there ainât a soul to hear you squeal when my boys take you out back and give you and Captain Turncoat here a little driving lesson. Compliments of the house.â Dark eyes gleamed in the lanternâs glow. âThat is, unless you boys got something real nice to tell us.â
âWhat are you talking about,â Servais demanded.
âHe means the cross,â Jake explained. âNews travels fast around here.â
âThat kind of news sure does,â the sergeant replied.
âThere isnât any more treasure out there,â Jake replied flatly.
âNow thatâs a real pity,â the MP said. â âCause my boysare real eager to get on with the driving lesson, and I canât hardly see any other way to keep them under control.â
The barrel-chested sergeant took a step back and joined the solid phalanx of men surrounding the jeep. âNow are you boys gonna come quietly, or do we start our lesson in safe road habits right here?â
Jake stiffened for the lunge, but before he could do more, Servais was up and moving faster than Jake thought possible.
Instead of rushing the men who were directly beside his door and thus prepared, Pierre leapt up and over the windshield. He raced down the hood, screaming like a banshee, and crashed into the two startled men in front of the jeep. A pair of blows that were little more than a blur, perfectly aimed for the point where jaws joined necks, and the men went down like felled trees.
The small man vanished into the darkness, still screaming.
âAfter him!â the sergeant yelled.
But as the circle began to break up, before there was a leader or a clear sense of direction, Servais was back, still yelling. He leapt up so high his body rose above the head of the first attacker, so high he kicked down on the manâs head. Touching earth, he spun like a top and planted a flying boot alongside the second manâs face. He met the oncoming fourth with hands like blades. In two strokes he stood over another body.
Jake broke his own stillness with two bounding strides, quickly covering the distance between himself and the sergeant, and put all his speed and weight into flattening the manâs nose. The sergeant howled, grabbing his face with both hands.
Then a baton landed on Jakeâs shoulder, and the ground rushed up to meet him.
He caught sight of Pierre falling beneath a trio of baton-wielding MPs, and was tensing his body in anticipation of the next blow when headlights came up from the other side of the barrier and shone full upon the tableau.
The door to the saloon car opened and shut. A pair oflight-stepping shoes approached. Nobody moved. Everyone was as frozen as the night.
A womanâs voice rang out, âWhatâs going on here?â
The voice was answered by silence, save for some heavy breathing and a few soft groans. âYou, Sergeant!â Sally Andersâ fury rang in the crisp air. âIâm speaking to you! Whatâs the meaning of this?â
The big man rose from his crouch, attempting with one hand to