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one fist and the LAR V in place, someone yelled out a
warning over the UTEL.
"Choppers! Coming this way!"
Conrad looked up into the sky in the direction of the
North Korean coastline and spotted the trio of warbirds
streaking toward the Dragon's Gate. Flaming debris from
the trawler was scattered all around the site. There was no
mistaking the approach pattern of the helicopters, and Con-
rad knew there was no way the choppers were friendly.
"Get under!" he ordered his team. "Stay down. We'll




go as far as we can." He dived, pulling the corpse after
him. All of the team members were rigged for neutral buoy-
ancy, so the body followed easily though slowly.
He swam, using his legs and fins expertly, cruising as
silent and sleek as a shark almost ten feet below the surface.
Harsh white light spilled across the ocean's surface in
elliptical pools, probing the murky water. Dulled by the
liquid medium, the throbbing of the whirling rotors slapped
concussive waves through the brine. Abruptly a steady
stream of machine-gun bullets interlaced with fiery purple
tracers sliced through the water.
"Deeper," Conrad transmitted to the survivors of his
team. He angled his body into a steep descent and pulled
the corpse after him. Despite the odds, there was a chance
the unit could escape.

CHAPTER TWO

"We've picked up some company."
Seated at the steering wheel of the Mazda RX7 with the
crowded downtown streets of Tokyo all around him, David
McCarter hit the transmit button on the headset he wore
that connected him with the rest of his team. "I know it,
mate. Gray Toyota van riding up close, and the Isuzu
Trooper hanging back a little farther."
"Damn," Calvin James said. "If you already had them,
why didn't you tell us?"
"I was about to. You blokes were there at about the same
time." He turned on the cat's wipers, sweeping away the
light sprinkling of rain that continued to fall over the city.
In the night, with the absence of a moon, the streets looked
like glazed black glass.
"How do you want to handle it?" James asked.
McCarter cut his eyes ahead of them, taking in the long
limousine carrying the men they'd been sent to protect. So
far, none of the tails had closed in on the trade represen-