The Big Thaw Part 39

Our local iceboats were 16-foot aluminum flatbottoms, with caged aircraft engines, much like a swamp boat. Ice, water ... made no real difference to the iceboats. I'd ridden in one for the first time at a drowning last winter. They just slowed a bit, hit the ice at a slant, and rode right up on it. Same thing going from the ice back to the water.

"We can probably get an iceboat here in fifteen minutes," said Captain Olinger.

"Let's do it," said Lamar. "I want everything in place when we decide to go ..."

"It's time for the bank," said Volont.

Lamar looked first at Volont, then at Adams. "How long's it gonna take?"

"Ten minutes from 'Go,'" answered Adams. No hesitation.

"How are you going to do it?" I thought that was covered under "need to know."

Adams told us to look out the window toward the bank, one at a time, as he talked. He never looked, himself.

"The only operable truck they have is the one with the lift gate on the rear. Hydraulic. We can't get a good shot line on the tires. This turns out," he said, "to be a good thing."

He explained that there were a couple of blind spots in the bank. The bigger of the trucks had been the one the robbers had backed to the hole they'd blown in the wall. The hole wasn't quite large enough to accommodate the rear of the truck, so they'd had to leave a gap of about four feet between the end of the truck and the bank wall, to accommodate the powered lifting gate. His officers had been watching the robbers move the 55 gallon drums of money between the truck and the bank. They said that there was a good chance they could get in by approaching in the blind spot, creeping the wall, and just walking in through the hole in the wall when the power gate was in the down position.

They'd also had good views through some of the windows and were aware of the position of most of the hostages. Most.

In addition to the entry team, there would be four more TAC team members moving along the other blind spot, who would rush the door after the others got inside.

"Have the robbers locked the doors?" asked Lamar.

"The big gla.s.s doors? Doesn't make any difference," said Adams. "Not really."

Lamar stood looking out toward the boat. "What are your odds at the bank?"

"Good," said Adams. "Not perfect, but good. Given this situation, it's not likely to get any better."

"And the hostages?"

"Good, too."

"But not perfect," said Lamar. "Never is, is it?"

"No, it never is," said Adams.

Lamar kept looking out at the boat. "d.a.m.ned if you do, d.a.m.ned if you don't," he said, mostly to himself. "Lose six hostages in the bank, or over six hundred on the water ..."

"We have to go now," said Volont, "or the window of opportunity closes."

"Are you sure?" Lamar turned. "If they get to leave the bank, do you think he'll sink the boat?"

"He will, to cover his escape," said Volont.

"And if we take them out of the bank...?"

"Then there's no point to continue the whole business," said Volont. "The soldier surrenders to save lives. Much better press that way."

"I hope you're right," said Lamar. He turned to face Adams. "Take 'em out of the bank."

We left the office to Lamar, Art, and Sally. The rest of us hustled down toward the bank. Adams left first, and just disappeared into the fog. It was that thick. You could only see about fifty feet before things started becoming indistinct.

I could see the tops of the heads of the five TAC agents who were to go through the hole, as they moved along the bank wall. Then they all ducked down, and I lost them to the fog, the trucks, and the low wall. We waited. And waited. Nothing happened. We waited. I suppose it was all of twenty seconds, to tell the truth, but it felt like a year.

Suddenly, the three TAC agents in the second group popped around the corner of the bank and rushed the main door, disappearing inside in the blink of an eye.

Nothing.

Then, the so-called secure radio crackled to life. "TAC One needs an ambulance at the bank, NOW!"

Sally ordered the ambulance in, and about half a dozen uniformed officers from both our department and the State Patrol moved in with it, running alongside ...

Nothing, again.

Then, "Okay, TAC One has lots of healthy hostages, two dead suspects, one wounded. No casualties among the good guys."

"All right!"

"Yes!"

"Way to go!"

"Could somebody somebody," crackled Sally's voice, "come back up here? He's been on the phone again, and Lamar wants you up here when he calls back ..."

We got back to Hester's office, and had to wait for almost a minute for Gabriel to call. Lamar looked worried and pleased at the same time. No dead or injured hostages. But we still had to coax Gabriel off the boat.

The phone rang. Gabriel.

"What have you done at the bank? You stupid sons of b.i.t.c.hes, what have you done?"

He knew. He was, after all, listening to our radio traffic. I also noticed that his cell phone sounded weak. His batteries were wearing down, I thought. More pressure.

"You might as well give up," said Lamar.

The connection went dead.

This time, water didn't just boil up by the General Beauregard General Beauregard. This time, there was a fountain of water more than fifty feet in the air, as the next charge went off. It came shooting up out of the fog, followed a moment later by a thunderclap that rattled our windows.

Captain Olinger had a.s.sessed the damage to the Beauregard Beauregard almost before the water plume subsided. almost before the water plume subsided.

"Void four," he said. "She'll be down a good foot to two feet at the stern with that one ... I sure as h.e.l.l hope the fuel tank wasn't ruptured ..."

People burst out onto the forward weather decks of the Beau Beau, climbing the exterior steps to the next deck. As she settled, I could see the water creep above the bottom of the glazed panes toward the rear of the boat. That would put the cash-counting rooms, rest rooms, and coin room into the water. The blackjack tables and the lower bank of game machines would be getting damp, as well. And that water was d.a.m.ned cold.

"If security is being restrained," asked George, "who's moving the people around like that? The bad guys?"

"The dealers and the waitresses," said Hester. "And the deckhands. They're trained for that."

As she spoke, we could see the black slacks and white ruffled blouses of the employees going to the big lockers, beginning to hand out the personal flotation devices. They seemed calm. The pa.s.sengers, though, were starting to move toward the edge of the decks, and you could almost see them thinking of jumping in. So far, the icy water and the small PFD they'd been issued seemed to be dissuading them from leaving, but it was a funny thing. I was certain that as soon as the first one jumped, we'd get lots more. Anybody in that water for more than ten minutes was as good as gone, especially given they were mostly in their fifties.

The General Beauregard General Beauregard stabilized again, with the portion of the deck we could see angling down at about a 15 degree angle, and the last half of the main deck had to be awash. Steam was wafting out of the gangway doors, where the warm air inside met the cold water. stabilized again, with the portion of the deck we could see angling down at about a 15 degree angle, and the last half of the main deck had to be awash. Steam was wafting out of the gangway doors, where the warm air inside met the cold water.

Just seeing her like that gave me b.u.t.terflies. I fully expected something to give way, and for her to slide stern first beneath the water.

The phone rang again, and we all expected Gabriel. I know that Sally did, because she put it on "speaker" automatically.

It was Nancy, her voice sort of quivery, and no longer bothering to whisper.

"Houseman, this f.u.c.king thing is sinking!"

"No, no, it's not. Not yet." I am sometimes honest to a fault.

"'Not yet'? 'Not yet'!"

"No, we have a captain here, and he says it's not. Here. Just a second ... This is a lady we know, and she's on the boat," I said to Captain Olinger, gesturing for him to help.

"That's right, ma'am," he said, loudly. "It's not going to sink after that explosion. Please tell the rest of the pa.s.sengers that..."

"Get us OFF this thing!"

"We're working on it," I said. "We gotta clear this line ..."

"Nancy, isn't it?" said Volont. "Could you look around and get a number on the terrorists for us?"

"What? What? Not on your stupid little life," she said, and hung up.

"Wait a minute," I said, after Nancy had terminated the conversation. "Wait... What's happening here? I mean, Gabriel doesn't kill for no reason, right?"

"No reason in his own mind," said Volont.

"Right. So, the stretch van has been eliminated ... and now the bank is back in our possession. So, what the h.e.l.l is he doing still trying to sink the boat?"

I didn't get an answer.

"Is there any indication that he's suicidal?" I asked. "I mean, if he's not, now that the other aspects of the operation are done for, there's no point in continuing to play with the boat. He won't sink it. He'd be sinking himself."

"I wish I could count on that," said Lamar.

"We gotta keep up the rescue effort... sure we do," I said. "Just to be safe." I pointed to the crippled gambling boat. "What we really gotta do is understand that this might be a distraction."

"For what?" asked George.

"For him getting away," I said. "Get some surveillance on the other side of the boat. The river side. Gabe's going to try to make his getaway while we try to save the pa.s.sengers. He's got to have a plan to get himself off that d.a.m.ned thing..."

We set up an observers point in an iceboat, about 300 feet east of the Beau Beau. They said they could see everything, and there was no movement that looked like the bad guys were trying to get off the thing. We also closed off the Mississippi River bridge. We closed the thing off completely, and had officers and agents observing the riverside of the boat, watching the bluffs above the fog line, and making sure n.o.body had gotten off and was climbing to safety.

"c.r.a.p, do you think he's going to wait for dark to make his move?" Good old Art.

Shamrock called with Nancy's phone. Interesting news. "Nancy has been, like, upstairs, and she says to tell you that the robbers have changed their clothes. Like, they are blending in, you know? Like you can't tell them from the rest of us."

"Okay..."

"And that she thinks there might have been, maybe, six or seven, like at first? And that n.o.body has been hurt yet, so far as she knows."

"All right..."

"And," said Shamrock, "I got some great shots of them, Houseman, great, like at the truck, and pushing people around out here."

"Good for you."

"If we sink, I'm going to throw my film out onto the ice. I taped the cans shut, and I taped them to this stupid little life jacket, and I'll throw it out if we sink. Don't forget to look for it..."

The big railroad diesel yard engines arrived a few moments later. The attendant fire departments had rounded up sufficient cable. Now it was time for volunteers to get the cable out to the boat. Although it always surprised me, there was no shortage of volunteers. It was quickly determined that a DNR officer who was off duty and was on scene with the Volunteer Fire Department would drive an iceboat out to the Beau Beau. He was accompanied by a state trooper with arms like tree trunks, who would handle the cable and attach it to the Beauregard Beauregard when the time came. when the time came.

Both men were given two Kevlar vests, the outer one with plates, to protect them as well as possible from any shots fired at them during their mission. They also wore large orange life jackets. We almost had to lift them into the boat.

Volont issued the order to have half the FBI TAC team sharpshooters become visible to those on the boat, and to let them see the rifles with the scopes before they settled into a shooting position on the roof and the dock-side. The four of them were each accompanied by a spotter, with a fairly large scope mounted on a tripod. About half a dozen state troopers and four of our deputies were also made prominent, with rifles. The message to the suspects on the boat was pretty clear. Try to take a shot, and see what happens to you. It was the best we could do.

"All shooters have a green light," said Adams over the once-secure radios. "Anybody on the boat with a gun, take him out. Spotters, if a shot is fired, give the location to everybody on the radio, not just to your shooter."

We watched as the iceboat's prop revved up, and it slid off the ramp and began to move toward the Beauregard Beauregard. The original plan had been to carry the cable to the Beau Beau, attach one end, and then move back to sh.o.r.e, and attach the other end to the big yard engines. That was changed, when it was pointed out that if they were shot after attaching the cable to the gambling boat, we'd lose them, the cable, and any other chance of towing the General Beauregard General Beauregard to sh.o.r.e. It was also determined that we could begin to tow immediately when the cable was attached to the boat, if it was attached to the yard engines beforehand. to sh.o.r.e. It was also determined that we could begin to tow immediately when the cable was attached to the boat, if it was attached to the yard engines beforehand.

Consequently, with the cable already attached to the yard engines, the iceboat crabbed slowly toward the stricken Beauregard Beauregard, trailing cable over the side. It seemed to take forever, with the DNR officer exposed by sitting in front of the huge propeller cage, and the trooper on his knees in the open bow, cable in hand.

"All shooters, if anybody tries to detach the cable after it's in place, take them out." Adams was talking his sharpshooters through the scenario.

The iceboat moved steadily on, with the trooper in the bow occasionally looking over his shoulder to see that the cable paid out properly. I could feel my pulse in my neck.

When the iceboat was about ten feet away from the tow ring on the Beau's Beau's bow, the secure radio crackled to life. bow, the secure radio crackled to life.

"Alpha Two Spotter has a masked subject with a long gun. He's, uh, on the main deck, and he's behind the gla.s.s, just right of center."

I couldn't see him, as there were lots of reflections in the gla.s.s.

"And Alpha Two Spotter has the same subject moving to the sh.o.r.e side of the boat, and, and ... He's coming out onto the deck ..."

I saw the glazed door open, and a man step out onto the deck with what looked like an AK-47 in one hand. He was in a green coverall and was wearing a dark ski mask. He started toward the bow of the Beau Beau, about twenty feet from him. He brought his other hand to the rifle, and began to bring it to his shoulder.

"Shoot," said Adams. Very calm, very matter-of-fact.

I didn't hear a thing, but the man with the rifle just suddenly fell off the deck into the icy water, as if he'd been backhanded by a giant.

The iceboat edged closer to the bow of the Beauregard Beauregard. All of a sudden we could see a myriad of small splashes erupt in the water around the small craft, and a twinkling from the boat. Automatic rifle fire, and a large bit of it.

"Let's suppress the fire, people," intoned Adams. "Get all of 'em. There's at least one shooter on the river side of the deck ... Suppress that a.s.shole ..."