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lance in and around Riga in the past twenty-four
hours had confirmed the presence of the Russian brig-
adier general, of Eshamani and of two teams of
heavily armed thugs guarding the vessel in question.
One of the security squads belonged to the interna-
tional arms dealer. Because of weather conditions, an-
other high-seas boarding had been ruled too risky.
Instead, a surgical strike, performed dockside by a
small team of experts, offered the best odds of suc-
cess.
There was, of course, an enormous potential down-
side. If the ship held an operational device and things
went sour, a city of a million souls could be ran-
somed. Or destroyed.




That the President had fully commiued to the plan
was a measure of his supreme confidence in Phoenix
Force and the Stony Man personnel. Kurtzman
glanced at the wall clock set to Riga time. Any second
now the Phoenix warriors would be breaching the
trawler's perimeter.
Very soon they would know which end of the tiger
they had hold of.

Riga Fishing Docks
3:41 a.m. Local Time

TEN FEET BELOW the surface of the water, Rafael
Encizo swam against an onrushing wall of darkness
and cold. He maintained his bearing in the current by
skimming the heel of his gloved right hand against
the steel skin of the Varuskya Liset. When he reached
the end of the hull, he turned, following the curve of
the stem into a pool of bright light.
The aft superstructure of the trawler carded a huge
gantry and reel; directly below it, the deck was cut
by a broad ramp that sloped down into the water. The
ramp allowed the trawl net's load to be dragged up
on deck. Hovering over Encizo's head, backlit by the
bank of floodlights illuminating the boat's net bay,
was the underside of a twelve-foot Zodiac that was
tethered to the foot of the ramp.
Encizo unslung his Barnett RC-150 crossbow. With
the armed, cocked weapon in firing position, he
dropped half of the lead weights belted to his waist
and slowly rose to the surface.
When the Chechen mafia soldier guarding the ramp