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Guerrilla stuff?

Seventh Light. The major leaned back, trying to get as much comfort as he could. His helmet rested on his lap. Robby lifted it. Shaped much like the German helmet of World War II, it was made of Kevlar, with a cloth camouflage cover around it, and around that, held in place by a green elasticized cloth band, was a medusa-like collection of knotted cloth strips.

Is it that bad? My brother told me he lost a really good - squad leader? Anyway, is it that big a deal?

What's that? Larson asked. Two automobile headlights appeared on a hillside three miles away. Neither man had noticed the Mercedes pull into the overlook. They'd been concentrating on the target then, but Clark reproached himself for not remembering to check around further. That sort of mistake was often fatal, and he'd allowed himself to forget just how serious it was.

What kind of car does Escobedo have?

The Cabbage Patch Hat? The major smiled, his eyes closed. Well, the Kevlar's supposed to stop stuff from tearing your skull apart, and the mop we wrap around it breaks up your outline - makes you harder to see in the bush, sir. Your brother's with us, you said?

We got a carrier group operating offshore. I was down to watch. You?

Guerrilla stuff?

Regular training rotation for one of our battalions. Jungle and tight country is where we work. We hide a lot, the major explained.

Robby Jackson had a two-hour layover before boarding the Air Force C-141B, which with its refueling housing looked rather like a green, swept-wing snake. Also aboard were sixty or so soldiers with full gear. The fighter pilot looked at them with some amusement. This was what his little brother did for a living. A major sat down next to him after asking permission - Robby was two grades higher.

What kind of car does Escobedo have?

We got a carrier group operating offshore. I was down to watch. You?

Must be nice to do all your work sitting down, the major observed.

What's that? Larson asked. Two automobile headlights appeared on a hillside three miles away. Neither man had noticed the Mercedes pull into the overlook. They'd been concentrating on the target then, but Clark reproached himself for not remembering to check around further. That sort of mistake was often fatal, and he'd allowed himself to forget just how serious it was.

The Cabbage Patch Hat? The major smiled, his eyes closed. Well, the Kevlar's supposed to stop stuff from tearing your skull apart, and the mop we wrap around it breaks up your outline - makes you harder to see in the bush, sir. Your brother's with us, you said?

The big, fast one? Somebody with big-time money, then. You don't suppose ?

We got a carrier group operating offshore. I was down to watch. You?

Roughly similar tactics. This was mainly a reconnaissance exercise, trying to get inside to gather information, conduct a few raids, that sort of thing.

No. Robby chuckled. The best part is I can get the hell outa Dodge right quick if I got to.

Guerrilla stuff?

Roughly similar tactics. This was mainly a reconnaissance exercise, trying to get inside to gather information, conduct a few raids, that sort of thing.

Okay. The police were looking at the passing cars, but not searching them. One shined his flashlight into the back of the Subaru. There were some curious things there, but not the right size and shape to be machine guns. He waved them on. Clark took that in and did some supposing. Had the gang war he'd hoped to start already begun?

Guerrilla stuff?

Must be nice to do all your work sitting down, the major observed.

What kind of car does Escobedo have?

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