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doesn't matter how indestructible those SEALs are sup-
posed to be. They won't be able to handle the detonations.
Kalico, how are those news bytes coming?"
"You'll have them, love. They'll want trailers, too, for
the evening and morning shows. I've almost gotten them
all finished. That way, if necessary, I'll be free to work on
other things as we need them."
Lynch nodded, satisfied. On the screen, sudden lime
green mushrooms flared into shape, sending out concussive
waves that caught the SEALs as they were swimming, buf-
feting them mercilessly. In seconds the fight was over, and
so were any chances of the American special-ops team get-
ting away.
The helicopters deployed life rafts at Lynch's direction,
then patched his voice through the PA systems mounted on
the undercarriage. "Commander James R. Conrad of the
United States Navy, you are on computer lock. You are
also under arrest by the North Korean government for spy-
ing and compounded hostilities. Surrender, or the next
salvo won't be merely set to stun."
Cautiously the helicopters stayed out of range of possible
small-arms fire. Other computer monitors showed differing
views using the FLIRs mounted in the noses of the heli-
copters. None of them were as good as the satellite.
Showing obvious reluctance, the SEALs swam for the
lifeboats. Escape was no longer an option.
Lynch put the handset aside. "Satisfied, General?"
Sym said nothing.
Lynch didn't care. He was working on his agenda, and
things were moving along smoothly. Joining Kalico at her

console, he said, "Break the story." Then he watched as
lies were spun into truth.

Silver Springs, Maryland

"DAMN!" Harold Brognola swore when he accidentally
poured hot coffee over his hand instead of into his cup.
Automatically he put down the cup and ran his hand under
cold water from the tap in the kitchen sink. His eyes never
left the thirteen-inch color television his wife had mounted
under the cabinets.
Routinely he watched CNN in the morning before leav-
ing for work at the Justice Department, trying to get a leg
up on the rest of the world. As special liaison to the Pres-
ident, he kept his eye on the world picture. Today it had turned bloody.
He turned up the volume on the set as he studied the
picture. He recognized the vessel as a fishing trawler and
got a sick feeling in his stomach. Yesterday he'd been
briefed on the SEAL-team infiltration only hours before it