they were certain they had broken contact with their pursuers. ‘It’ll take the Guatemalans several hours to get themselves reorganised,’ Pilgrim said at last, ‘and even if they do manage to pick up our trail again, they’re very unlikely to attempt to follow us into Belize.’
They re-crossed the border soon afterwards and in another hour were close to the RV with the local infantry. Pilgrim peered through the jungle towards the RV point about three hundred yards away. ‘You get down in cover,’ he said, ‘while I go forward and make contact with them.’ He disappeared noiselessly through the jungle and a few minutes had ticked by when there was a sudden ragged burst of firing. Shepherd and the others sprinted forward, weapons at the ready. They found Pilgrim on the ground with a gunshot wound in his leg. As they came into the view of the infantry there was another burst of fire and the SAS men flattened themselves in the dirt.
‘Stop firing you fucking idiots!’ Liam bellowed at the top of his voice, his face purple with fury. ‘Can’t you see the fucking yellow bands on our hats?’ He waited a moment then cautiously showed himself and this time there was no more firing.
Geordie ran to Pilgrim and began treating him, while the others started bollocking the infantry officer who ran up to them, his face ashen with shock or fright.
‘Go easy on him,’ Pilgrim said, propping himself on one elbow and ignoring Geordie’s demand to ‘Lie down again you idiot, how do you expect me to treat you if you’re jumping around like a frog on a hotplate?’
‘Don’t blame the infantry guy,’ Pilgrim said. ‘It’s my own stupid fault. I should have realised that they’d be spooked and jittery after the small arms fire at yesterday’s ambush and would be likely to shoot first and check who it was afterwards. I should have made more noise as I went towards them.’ He gave a self-deprecating smile. ‘It just shows, you never stop learning.’ He bit his lip and fell silent as pain lanced through his leg.
‘Will you lie down?’ Geordie said, putting one of his huge hands on Pilgrim’s chest and forcing him flat. The infantry company signaller radioed for a casevac and when Geordie had finished working on Pilgrim, the four of them carried him to the LZ a few thousand yards away. Within half an hour they were airborne and on their way to the main hospital in Belize City.
Once Pilgrim had been safely delivered, Shepherd and the others returned to base and had their first shower and shave in a fortnight but found they could eat almost nothing. Their stomachs had contracted to the size of a fist and Shepherd felt full after just a couple of mouthfuls.
That evening they went to see Pilgrim in hospital. He was sitting up in bed, flirting with one of the nurses, but Shepherd was surprised, almost shocked, to see how frail he looked in the relatively normal surroundings of a hospital.
‘Bit of hospital food and a few days’ rest and you’ll be back out bollocking us again,’ Liam said, dropping down onto a wooden chair at the side of Pilgrim’s bed.
‘I’m afraid not,’ Pilgrim said. ‘That was my last op with the Regiment. I’m handing in my papers. I’ve got a job working for the “funny guys” instead.’
‘Funny guys?’ said Shepherd.
Pilgrim tapped the side of his nose. ‘Secret squirrel,’ he said.
‘Mi5?’
Pilgrim shook his head. ‘Six,’ he said. ‘Plenty of work for someone like me and the pay’s better. No mossies or leeches either, so far as I know.’
‘I’d never work for the intelligence agencies, either of them,’ said Shepherd. ‘From what I’ve heard you can trust them about as far as you can throw them.’
Pilgrim took a sip from a glass of water. ‘You all did okay out here,‘ he said, and they all knew that it was high praise from him. ‘Get some experience in the Regiment, remember what I’ve taught you, and who knows, in a few years time, we might be working together again. Oh, and by the way, I’ve got something for you.’ He reached into his bedside locker and produced four beige berets, with the winged dagger badge and the famous motto. ‘A lot of good men have worn that beret,’ he said. ‘Make sure you live up to it.’
He handed the berets to the four of them.
‘That’s it?’ said Shepherd. ‘We’re badged?’
Pilgrim smiled. ‘You are indeed,’ he said. ‘For better or worse.’
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Spider Shepherd left the SAS at the end of 2002 and joined an elite police undercover unit. You can read the first of his undercover adventures in Hard Landing, where he goes undercover in a high security prison to unmask a drugs dealer who is killing off witnesses to his crimes. The Spider Shepherd series continues with Soft Target, Cold Kill, Hot Blood, Dead Men, Live Fire, Rough Justice, Fair Game, False Friends and True Colours. You can read more about Stephen Leather’s work at www.stephenleather.com
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