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Coop's face paled at the mention of shots, one of his most terrible
fears. "All right, I take it back," he said, glancing at her out of the
corners of his eyes.

Jersey grinned and winked at Ben. "Nope, it's too late for that, Coop."
She looked up at Ben. "What is Dr. Buck's extension number, Ben? I need
to give him a call as soon as the meeting's over."

"Jersey, I'm warning you," Coop said. "You know I was just kidding around."

"Tell you what, Coop," Jersey said, turning slightly to face him. "My
Uzi's getting pretty grungy with all this target practice we've been
doing lately. You give it a good cleaning for me, and I might just
forget to give Dr. Buck a call."

Coop leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "OK, you win. I'll do it
tonight after mess."

Harley Reno asked, "When are you planning on sending us in, Ben?"

28

"Day after tomorrow. That'll give you time to get a heads-up from the
doctor and get your equipment together for the insertion."

Harley looked around at his team members. "Better dig in, guys. From
what I hear about the U.S., this may be our last chance to eat real meat
for a while."

29 Four

The insertion of the team went without incident. They were flown into
Indianapolis on one of the scheduled flights from the SUSA to the USA.
Armed guards of the Federal Prevention and Protective Service, the
black-shirted men known as FFPS who'd taken over the old FBI functions
after the war, stood watch to make sure only medical personnel were
allowed on or off the airplanes.

Harley and the others carried their weapons in their black doctor's bags
or in shoulder holsters under their white coats.

Everyone had a Beretta Model 93R on their persons. The handgun fired a
9mm Parabellum bullet, had a twenty-round magazine, and could fire
singly or in three-shot bursts. When it was fired on full automatic, a
small lever dropped down in front of the trigger for the left hand to
hold onto.

In the doctor bags were mini-Uzis, which could fire up to 640 rounds per
minute and were small enough to be held like a pistol, though both hands