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and
the fingers of one hand wedged into the crack and the other gripping the
underside of an inverse lip.
    Richard craned his neck to look for the next hold.
Having got himself to this spot Richard now found that the next possible hand
hold was a good seven or eight inches beyond his grasp, but after that the face
promised easier going. It’s not a problem, he thought, I’ll use a camm in the
crack to pull myself up. Reaching around to the back of his harness though he
found that he had none left that would fit. His largest monolith was too narrow
and he had used his last piton below the overhang, all he had left were ice
screws, the hollow, rifled tubes for affixing runners once they reached the
snowline. It was time to consider alternatives, and he unclipped his ice axe
from his harness.
    Through the eye on the helve’s butt end he threaded a
length of line, tying it off on his harness with six feet of line connecting
the two. As if about to try and lever off the inverse lip of rock Richard
jabbed the picks business end upwards into the space previously occupied by his
fingers. Without weight being applied to the picks helve the ice pick would
simply fall away, so holding the pick in place with his left hand he brought up
his left foot onto the moulded handgrip before shifting his weight to rest upon
it. It was a variation on the Stein Pull and gave the commando a somewhat
perilous perch on which he now placed his other foot also, and twisted his body
at the waist to face the rock with the palms of his hands flat against the rock
face. There wasn’t any way he could warn Alladay about what he was about to
attempt, so if he screwed it up he would fall until the runner on the last camm
caught him, and his momentum would then swing him into the rock face below the
overhang with bone breaking force. Bending at the knees Richard steadied him
before leaping, his arms outstretched and fingers already half hooked. As soon
as his weight left the ice pick it came loose, tumbling way to dangle from the
line tied to his harness. The fingers of both hands found the same lip of rock,
but it was only deep enough for the tips. With his hands side by side Richard
gritted his teeth and pulled, doing a chin-up until his eyes came level with
his fingertips. He groaned with the effort and then let go his left hand,
shooting it up into a narrow horizontal fracture. Gritting his teeth and with
his biceps trembling the Royal Marine worked himself up hand by hand until
eventually he could find purchase for his feet.
     
    Garfield heard the beat of rotor blades first, echoing
off the canyon walls in a way that made it impossible
to judge the direction of the source of the sound. He had two men take up
position with Stingers, finding spots where they could engage in either
direction along the wide canyon, and where they would avoid causing friendly
injuries with the weapons back-blast.
The FIM-96A had a maximum range of eight
kilometres and a minimum range of one, the distance the missile would travel
before it had armed itself. That minimum range could be a real hamper in the
confined depths of the mountain canyon if they did have to engage, but that
would be a very last resort, as it would announce their presence here.
    Over four hundred feet up, Major Dewar felt the
vibrations through the rock before he actually heard the sound of a helicopter,
and breathed a savage
    “Oh shit !” The only cover around was that of the chimney above
him.
    Up and down the rock face the troops pulled themselves
into the cover of shadows and undulations in the rock before going very still,
their camouflage clothing assisting in the deception. The men anchored to belay
points tied off the ropes, before releasing themselves from their restraints
and getting themselves concealed
    Corporal Alladay however was stuck out on a protruding
shelf in plain view until Major Dewar could signal he was safe to untie himself
from his anchor point. Richard hauled his axe back up