Die Trying

Chinook is a giant aircraft, whose twin rotors thump through an oval of air a hundred feet long and sixty wide. It weighs more than ten tons empty, and it can lift another eleven. It’s a giant flying box, the engines and the fuel tanks strapped to the top and the sides, the crew perched high at the front. Any helicopter can search, but when heavy equipment is at stake, only a Chinook can rescue.
    Because of the holiday weekend, the Peterson dispatcher assigned a skeleton crew of two. No separate spotter. He figured he didn’t need one. How difficult could it be to find five Army trucks on some shoulder in Montana?>

    “YOU SHOULD HAVE stayed here,” Borken said. “Right, Joe?”
    Reacher glanced into the gloom inside the punishment hut. Joseph Ray was standing to attention on the yellow square. He was staring straight ahead. He was naked. Bleeding from the mouth and nose.
    “Right, Joe?” Borken said again.
    Ray made no reply. Borken walked over and crashed his fist into his face. Ray stumbled and fell backward. Staggered against the back wall and scrambled to regain his position on the square.
    “I asked you a question,” Borken said.
    Ray nodded. The blood poured off his chin.
    “Reacher should have stayed here,” he said.
    Borken hit him again. A hard straight right to the face. Ray’s head snapped back. Blood spurted. Borken smiled.
    “No talking when you’re on the square, Joe,” he said. “You know the rules.”
    Borken stepped back and placed the muzzle of the Sig-Sauer in Reacher’s ear. Used it to propel him out into the clearing. Gestured Stevie to follow.
    “You stay on the square, Joe,” he called over his shoulder.
    Stevie slammed the door shut. Borken reversed his direction and used the Sig-Sauer to shove Reacher toward him.
    “Tell Fowler to get rid of this guy,” he told him. “He’s outlived his usefulness, such as it ever was. Put the bitch back in her room. Put a ring of sentries right around the building. We got things to do, right? No time for this shit. Parade ground at six-thirty. Everybody there. I’m going to read them the proclamation, before we fax it.”

    MCGRATH COULDN’T SLEEP. He walked back to the accommodations trailer with the others and got back on his bunk, but he gave it up after ten minutes. Quarter to seven in the morning, he was back in the command vehicle with Brogan and Milosevic.
    “You guys take a break if you want,” he said. “I’ll look after things here.”
    “We could go organize some breakfast,” Brogan said. “Diners in Kalispell should be open by now.”
    McGrath nodded vaguely. Started into his jacket for his wallet.
    “Don’t worry about it,” Brogan said. “I’ll pay. My treat.”
    “OK, thanks,” McGrath said. “Get coffee. Lots of it.”
    Brogan and Milosevic stood up and left. McGrath stood in the doorway and watched them drive an Army sedan south. The sound of the car faded and he was left with the silent humming of the equipment behind him. He turned to sit down. The clock ticked around to seven. The fax machine started whirring.

    HOLLY SMOOTHED HER hands over the old mattress like Reacher was there on it. Like it was really his body under her, scarred and battered, hot and hard and muscular, not a worn striped cotton cover stuffed with ancient horsehair. She blinked the tears out of her eyes. Blew a deep sigh and focused on the next decision. No Reacher, no Jackson, no weapon, no tools, six sentries in the street outside. She glanced around the room for the thousandth time and started scoping it out all over again.

    MCGRATH WOKE THE others by thumping on the sides of the accommodations trailer with both fists. Then he ran back to the command post and found a third copy of the message spooling out of the machine. He already had two. Now he had three.
    Webster was the first into the trailer. Then Johnson, a minute behind. Then Garber, and finally the General’s aide. They rattled up the ladder one by one and hurried over to the table. McGrath was absorbed in reading.
    “What, Mack?” Webster asked him.
    “They’re declaring independence,” McGrath said. “Listen to this.”
    He glanced around the four faces. Started reading out loud.
    “‘Governments are instituted among men,’ ” he read. “ ‘Deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. It is the right of the people to alter or abolish them after a long train of abuses and usurpations.’ ”
    “They’re quoting from the original,”