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

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

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

Somebody blew the shit out of them, Larson noted. Clark's evaluation was more professional.

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 kind of car does Escobedo have?

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

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

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

You don't 'suppose' very often in this business. How fast can you get a line on what happened here?

Three-Seventeen. First Brigade. I'm brigade intel, Second Brigade. What do you do?

Well, that looked like a stretch limo, maybe a big Mercedes. Kinda odd place for one, too. Let's get the hell out of here. I think two trips to this particular well is enough. We're out of the bomb business.

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

Somebody blew the shit out of them, Larson noted. Clark's evaluation was more professional.

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?

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

Two hours after we get back.

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.

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

What kind of car does Escobedo have?

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.

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?

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.

It's different with us. We deploy as a unit and usually don't lose anybody that way until we come back home.

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

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