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while the other took up a position on the other side of the
door. At the prow of the vessel, the downed SEAL com-
mando got to his feet, letting Conrad know the bullet had
been stopped by the Kevlar vest.
More gunfire broke out around them, and muzzle-flashes
slivered the night. The trawler was a rioming hardsite,
which was no surprise. Intel had reported through CIA
channels that the Dragoh's Gate was bringing in a load of
fissionable material to Pyongyang, North Korea, from an
undisclosed source, probably a free agent in China. With
the advent of capitalism and the confusion during the re-
taking of Hong Kong from the British, a variety of players
were actively taking their cut of whatever profits were
available.
Conrad turned his attention to the door. "Manta Two,
this is Manta Leader."
A jagged streak of white-hot lightning slashed across the
dark sky, sprouting two flickering tongues. A crack of thun-
der followed almost immediately, creating a burst of static
on the communications frequency.
"Two copies, Leader."
"Your sit rep?"
"Working it, Leader. Give me another minute, and we'll
have this tub wired for sound and true destruction." If re-
covery of the fissionable material wasn't possible, they'd




been ordered to drop the trawler and its cargo to the bottom
of the bay.
Conrad signed out, then lifted his leg and kicked the door
open. He whirled around the door frame, the H&K MP-5
thrust before him. He had only a second to realize that too
many people were crowded inside the wheelhouse, then a
hail of bullets smashed into his chest and left thigh, knock-
ing him back out of the doorway.

Outside Nampo, North Korea

"CLEAR UP THAT STATIC, dammit!" Dixon Lynch bellowed
as he watched the half-dozen monitor screens on the long
table in front of him. "I don't pay you for static!"
The computer operators struggled with their equipment,
offering no excuses. They were a crack team, the best
money could buy, or they wouldn't have been sitting at
those consoles.
Lynch knew the approaching storm was causing prob-
lems with the satellite feeds from the cameras on board the
Dragon's Gate. To his left, a separate monitor showed the