took them do with two brutally accurate shots.
'What did you say?' he yelled to Rene.
'Never mind!' she said. 'Go now, I'll cover you'
And with that the two of them took off down the sea-board again.,
Race and Doogie faced across the water if I their Pibber patrol boat.
One of the Mosquito attack choppers shot low through the air above them - hovering over the top of their speedboat, occasionally pivoting in mid-air so it positioned in front of them and fired on them directly, it had one of its side doors open in which a Nazi commando sat, firing on them with a submachine-gun.
To their right rushed one of the helipad barge blocking them in, cutting off an escape in that direction.
As drove, Doogie fired at the chopper with his gun. He was trying in raid to get up into the forward 20mm gun-turret of their Pibber but the blistering fire from the chopper was keeping him pinned down in the wheelhouse.
'God damn it, i can't get to its' he yelled as the Mosquito hipped by overhead again the loud roar of its rotor quickly followed by the impact of about a million armour- piercing rounds banging to the roof of the wheelhouse.
'We have to do something about that chopper now!' Doogie yelled; 'Professor, quickly go down below - See if you can find any grenades or something!'
Race obeyed instantly, threw open the hatch at the floor of the wheelhouse and hurried down into belly of the ship.
He found himself standing a Bate; small room with grey walls.
Metal and wooden crates lied along its walls, in the dense packs of them he saw a grey box-like object; it was about three feet high ad thee feet wide, the size of cardboard table, and at first glance he thought it was just another crate, some kind of ammunition container or something.
But it wasn't a container at all. On closer inspection, Race saw that it was attached to the floor.
Then he realized; It was a diver's hatch. In Vietnam, Special Forces and the SEALs had preferred to use Pibbers had of other dive boats because they alone had these special hatches concealed in their hulls. Using them, frogmen could enter the water without the bad guys knowing where they'd been let off;
Race quickly began searching the various racks and shelves for weapons.
The fits thin h found was a small crate of British L2A2 anti-personnel hand grenades. The second thing was a kevlar box with some words stencilled across its side in English
PROPERTY OF THE UNITED STATES ARMY ORDNANCE ISSUE K/B6-005/C/DARPA
6 X M-22 CHARGES
Race opened the box and saw six futuristic-looking plastic vials sitting snugly inside separate foaming pockets, Each vial was quite small—about the size and shape of a tube of lipstick—and they were all filled with a strange kind of lustrous amber liquid.
Race shrugged, grabbed the kevlar box, and carried it and the heap of regular grenades up to Doogie in the wheelhouse.
'Ah Professor,' Doogie said when he saw the kevlar box.
'I—uh—wouldn't go throwing those babies too quickly if I were you...'
'Why not?'
Because you'll kill us too.'
What?”
They're M-22; High-temperature explosive charges.
Serious shit. See the amber liquid inside 'em. Isotopic liquid rine One Ounce of that stuff'll vaporise everything wet a two-hundred-yard radius, including us. These Nazi assholes must have been the ones who stole that shipment of M-22s from that truck in Balore a few years back.'
'Oh,' Race said,
'We won't be needing that much firepower,' Doogie smiled, grabbing one of the more conventional L2A2 hand grenades. The h0hld be all w6- nedd
Not a moment later the Mosquito above them made another pas pummeling the wall of the Pib with bullet holes,
But this time as it showed by overhead Doogie pulled the pin of his grenade and hurled it baseball-style with his good arm, up at the chopper's open door,
the grenade flew through the air like a missile…
... and then it dropped inside the Mosquito's door.
A second later Mosquito wailblasted out as one demented: the attack chopper pitched wildly forward, capsized over on itself and exploded into flames, before slang nose-first to the water beneath it.
'Nice throw', Race said.
Van Lewen and Renee fled down the wide starboard side passageway of the 4ornfil boat, their M-16s pressed firmly against their shoulders
They moved quickly, firing their guns from side to side until suddenly they burst out into open space- out onto the aft helipad deck of the big catamaran.
