'i suggest we get up in the air with it' he said:
Seconds later, their Pibber swung in alongside the with helipad barge;
The two boats touched for a moment and as they did so, Doogie leapt across onto the landing deck of he barge.
'Okay, Professor!' he yelled. 'Your turn!'
Race nodded, left the wheel of the Pibber—just a the entire patrol boat jolted wildly under the weight of a stunning impact.
Race fell to the deck, looked up in time to gee one of the two remaining Nazi Pibbers ram the left-hand side of his boat again.
On the helipad barge to the fight of the Pibbers; Doogie whipped up his G-11 and pulled the trigger—but for some reason, it wouldn't fire.
'Damn it! No hit!' he yelled as he wrenched Race and the other Pibber drift away from his
Race was in Hell.
Gunfire hang out all around him a the Nazi on the Pibber opened fire on his wheelhouse with pistol from the windshield at close range; The forward hi Pib shftred and a storm of shards rained down all 6v h:
Then suddenly he felt another lurch ngthp as the sea and Pibber rubbed up against his portside fail
He snapped around and saw the Nazi Pibber join large alongside his boat—saw three commandos sitting on the deck holding Berettas, readying themselves to board his Pib and kill him.
He spun, looked the other way, and saw that the gap between his own boat and the helipad barge with Doogie was now at least thirty feet wide; Too far away.
He was on his own now; He drew his SIG.
What are your options Will?
Can't see many.
The first Nazi leaped over onto the Pibber.
Race whirled around instantly and dived forward— through his boat's Shattered windshield and up onto the Pibber's elevated foredeck—just a the Nazi opened fire with his pistol, his bullets pinging off the windshield frame inches above Race's head.
Race went sprawling on the foredeck of the Pibber, out of the line of fire, at least for the moment.
He heard the sounds of the other Nazis landing on the deck of his boat.
Shit!
He looked aft and saw the heads of the four Nazi commandos coming forward, He instinctively tolled away from them and abruptly something sharp hit his back Race turned.
it was the Pibber's anchor,
The Nazis were still coming forward. Do Something!
All right…
Race quickly aimed his SiGSauer at the anchor' rope and fired.
The bullet cut the rope just above the anchor and the stainless-steel weight instantly dropped free from it, clattered down onto the deck
Race then yanked off his Yankee cap and wedged it firmly between his teeth.
The first Nazi appeared in the wheelhouse, raised his Beretta and fired.
Race dived clear of the bullet, scooping up the anchor rope in his hand a he did so and then, without so much as a second thought he rolled quickly across the foredeck towards the bow of the boat.
The steel foredeck around him erupted with bullet holes as he rolled but the bullets missed their mark.
For at the exact moment that the four Nazis appeared in the wheelhouse of the Pibber, William Race rolled his body off the bow of the patrol boat and fell down into the speeding water below,
Race hit the water hard—back first.
…. He kicked up a spectacular spray of wash a he bounced idly on the speeding surface, skipping over it at phenomenal speed trying desperately to keep his grip on the anchor rope. Occasionally his entire body would spring up off a wave and bang against tho side of Pibber' bow as it carved knife-like through the water behind him.
Race bit down firmly on the brim of his cap, held onto the rope as hard a he could.
It was a rough ride—bruising, beating, battering—but he knew if he didn't do one more thing, it was about to get a lot.
He heard the heavy thump-thump-thump of Nazi boots on the fofedeck above him. if they saw him hanging from the bow, he was a dead man for sure. They would shoot him as he hung.
DO it, Will!
All right, he thought, Let's do it!
He steeled himself against the speeding waves beneath him; squeezed his eyes shut against the spray that assaulted his face. Then he adjusted his grip on the anchor rope and stiffened all of his muscles at once
