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"Keep your finger on that detonator. On my mark."
"Aye."

Conrad scanned the deck. His team had pulled back to
the starboard side of the trawler. With no one at the wheel-
house, the vessel was starting to founder in the water. As
if sensing their retreat, the North Koreans redoubled their
efforts to put down the American special-ops team. Conrad
finished off his clip with a blazing figure eight that chopped
a man from the partial cover provided by the forward mast.
The grenade the North Korean had been preparing to throw
erupted in sudden destruction that sent his flaming corpse
spinning.
"Six," Conrad called, fitting another magazine into the
H&K.
"Go, Leader."
"Our satcorn?"
"Dead and gone, sir. They took it out in the initial
blast."
With the miniature satellite dish gone, Conrad knew they
had no way to relay the situation to the waiting sub. The
support teams wouldn't know the mission was a failure
until the SEAL unit went over the allowed time frame. Or
didn't come back at all.
"Over the side," Conrad commanded. "Call out the
numbers when you're clear. Chief, you're with me."
The unit responded like the well-oiled machine he'd
trained it to be. The only discrepancy was the two numbers
that were called out by the men carrying the bodies of their
teammates.
Recognizing the withdrawal, the North Koreans surged
forward, forcing Conrad into deeper cover as he and War-
nicke tried to defend the retreat. Then a PA crackled across
the sound of gunfire, and orders were given in Korean.
"Chief?." Conrad glanced at Wamicke, dropping the
empty H&K to hang from its shoulder strap as he drew his
SIG-Sauer P-226.




"Telling them to back off us," Wamicke said, readying
another magazine. "They want us alive."
Two men came around the wheelhouse in the stern of
the Dragon's Gate as Conrad tried to fathom the reason for
the orders. Responding on instinct, he raised the SIG-Sauer
and fired a dozen rounds at the soldiers. The first target
crumpled from the hail of bullets, but the second tried to
face Conrad, lifting his AK47. The SEAL commander
squeezed off his remaining four rounds into the man's up-