B.H. La Forest
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In the Red Dragon's Shadow - Come the Jackals . . . Far below, he could clearly hear the sound of surf as it crashed against the escarpment's craggy foundation. Then he heard Ruiz's door slam shut. "Madre mia," exclaimed his cheerful partner. Both turned at the sound of the truck coming through the tree line, and Lamont was instantly uncomfortable. The dread increased exponentially when the truck pulled to a stop.  "Let's get out of here.  I don't want any trouble."

        Hold it right there!"  The voice was hard, full of authority. Lamont wheeled around, expecting to find the driver of the step van.  Instead, he saw two men—wearing black knitted balaclava and camouflage fatigues.  Both were carrying  Kalashnikov machine guns.

       . . . St. Giles said nothing, but with his thumb and forefinger he gripped the left-hand zipper track of his jacket. Ever so slowly, he pulled it open wider. As he moved, his eyes never left the driver's face. The police sergeant knew the instant the silver badge on his belt had been seen, because the driver's eyes flew open in a wide expression of panic. Jergens was at first shocked, then he screamed. "It's a fucking cop!" 

     . . . Far below, he could clearly hear the sound of surf as it crashed against the escarpment's craggy foundation. Then he heard Ruiz's door slam shut. "Madre mia," exclaimed his cheerful partner. Both turned at the sound of the truck coming through the tree line, and Lamont was instantly uncomfortable. The dread increased exponentially when the truck pulled to a stop.  "Let's get out of here.  I don't want any trouble."

        Hold it right there!"  The voice was hard, full of authority. Lamont wheeled around, expecting to find the driver of the step van.  Instead, he saw two men—wearing black knitted balaclava and camouflage fatigues.  Both were carrying  Kalashnikov machine guns. 
 
       . . . St. Giles said nothing, but with his thumb and forefinger he gripped the left-hand zipper track of his jacket. Ever so slowly, he pulled it open wider. As he moved, his eyes never left the driver's face. The police sergeant knew the instant the silver badge on his belt had been seen, because the driver's eyes flew open in a wide expression of panic. Jergens was at first shocked, then he screamed. "It's a fucking cop!"  
 
      . . . Barreling through the intersection, the truck was a half block from the Federal Courthouse entrance. Culbert yelled, "Ambush! Get down!" Drawing his 9 mm, he chanced a quick look back at the Days Inn. The window was closed. From behind, he heard the staccato sound of a machine gun.
 
      . . . Sticking his head up, then quickly ducking back down had provided a snapshot of the scene topside. Lieutenant Lai's heavy machine gun was chattering away at unknown targets. He was still where Kurtz had left him, atop the aft superstructure. 
 
      . . . Captain Ts'ao voice came through their earpieces loud and clear. "Fire One, fire two! Missile crews, clear the decks! Dive, dive, dive!" The ocean sloshed over the submarine's deck, while the storm reflected the bright lights of the two Yingji 82 missiles. Turbojetas kicked in and the sound shattered the air as both tried to race to a speed of Mach Nine. 
    
      . . . Excitement crackled on Enterprise's bridge. "Captain! We may have a missile launch! There's another one, six points off our port side . . . "