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

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 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.

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

What kind of car does Escobedo have?

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

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?

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

Roger that, Captain. What brings you to Panama?

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.

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

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.

Clark put his Noctron on it as soon as the lights had turned away. It was a big -

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

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