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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 ?

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

Take your pick, Larson replied. It's like the horse collection at Churchill Downs. Porsches, Rolls, Benzes

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

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

Eighty minutes later their Subaru had to slow down. A collection of ambulances and police cars was parked on the shoulder while uniformed men appeared and disappeared in the pinkish light from hazard flares. A pair of black BMWs were lying on their sides just off the road. Whoever owned them, somebody didn't like them, Clark saw. There wasn't much traffic, but here as with every other place in the world where people drove cars, the drivers slowed down to give it all a look.

You know, my brother wears one of these things. Heavy enough. What the hell good is it?

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

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?

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

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'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 major grunted. Not as well as we hoped. We lost some good people out of some important slots - same with you, right? People rotate in, rotate out, and it takes awhile to get the new ones up to speed. Anyway, the reconnaissance units in particular lost some good ones, and it cost us some. That's why we train, the major concluded. Never stops.

Roger that, Captain. What brings you to Panama?

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.

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

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.

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.

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

What kind of car does Escobedo have?

You know, my brother wears one of these things. Heavy enough. What the hell good is it?

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?

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