The Genesis Plague (2010)

he pressed the M-16’s muzzle against Hazo’s head.
    It was exactly what Hazo expected Crawford to do. And it drew all the attention away from Jason, who was now quietly stepping up on to the platform.
    At the last instant, however, Crawford was alerted to Jason’s presence by the subtle shift in the metal grating under his feet. By the time Crawford turned, Jason had lunged forward like a linebacker, burying a shoulder into Crawford’s abdomen and thrusting him back against the safety rail that looped in front of the reactor.
    Jason drove his elbow up into Crawford’s jaw, then landed a smashing head-butt on the bridge of his nose. Blood sprayed everywhere. Jason grabbed for Crawford’s right forearm and pushed the M-16 away. Shots sprayed wildly into the cave’s vault. Then with all his might, Jason pressed the forearm longways over the metal rail - kept pushing down until he heard bones snap. Dazed, Crawford yelped in pain, thrashing viciously. The M-16 slipped out from his grip, tumbled over the railing and disappeared.
    Crawford brought his left elbow down between Jason’s shoulder blades directly on the spine. He followed it up with a knee to Jason’s face.
    Jason reeled, stumbled backwards and collapsed on to the platform.
    Crawford used his left hand to yank the knife out from Hazo’s shoulder. Hazo screamed in anguish as blood began spilling out from the unplugged wound.
    Jason sprang to his feet and squared off with Crawford.
    ‘Still got some fight left, eh?’ Crawford said, grinning deviously. His misshapen right arm dangled limply at his side, and he clutched the defiled knife in his left hand.
    ‘Plenty,’ Jason said, wiping blood from a gash over his left eye.
    ‘You’re gonna need it, boy,’ Crawford warned, with a menacing thrust of the knife. He eyed the spinning numbers on the nuke’s console. ‘You can’t stop this now,’ he said. ‘Even I can’t override the countdown.’
    ‘I’m not asking you to stop it,’ Jason replied, crouching in a wrestling stance.
    ‘You’re a cocky son of a bitch, aren’t you?’ Crawford said. ‘But tell me, Yaeger … when you found Al-Zahrani drowned in his own filth, didn’t you just love it?’
    Jason didn’t answer.
    ‘Must have been thrilling to see him go like that.’ Crawford kept low and shifted side to side. ‘All that horrible suffering. After what he did to your brother, it must’ve tickled your dick.’
    ‘You don’t know shit about my brother.’
    Crawford tested Yaeger’s reflexes with another thrust of the knife. Jason pulled back nimbly. ‘But I know plenty about you , Yaeger,’ he said. ‘You want revenge. You want blood. And here I am handing you retribution wrapped in a bow … and you’re fighting me? You want this just as bad as me. These rats … this plague … it’s the answer to all our problems.’
    ‘A plague won’t stop fanaticism. It’s not a solution. Nothing that can kill so many innocent people is a solution.’
    ‘That’s not the way I see it,’ replied Crawford.
    Jason tipped his head towards the nuke. ‘Time’s fleeting. Best make your move now if you think you might have a chance at saving your pets.’ He could see in Crawford’s frenzied gaze that a bleak realization was taking hold.
    Crawford stepped closer, forcing Jason to back-step to the open edge of the platform near the ladder.
    Then something popped up over the lip of the platform and a bright light suddenly flashed in Crawford’s eyes, making him raise his left hand to shield them.
    Jason sprang at Crawford, grabbed his flak jacket with both hands and planted his right foot in Crawford’s stomach. He tugged the colonel forward while dropping his back on to the platform in a somersault and using the momentum to flip Crawford upwards. He thrust his legs and the colonel launched over the edge of the platform.
    Clinging to the ladder with the flashlight in his hand, Meat ducked as Crawford went airborne.
    ‘ No-o-o-o—! ‘ Crawford yelled as he did a full twist. He landed hard on his back. His head smacked against the rocky ground, but the helmet spared his skull from being split open. The rats immediately retreated from the repeller so that a wide circle opened up around him.
    Meat pointed the light down at him. The colonel’s body was contorted into a pretzel shape. The left leg was bent completely sideways; the right arm pinned beneath the torso. With his left arm, however, he was struggling to retrieve the M-16