Each had its blip-enhance transponder turned on.
Five miles away, O'Malley and the helicopter from Battleaxe were also flying close formation over the ocean at twenty knots. In addition to the inbound bomber raid, he was now conning his ship exactly fifty feet from the side of HMS Battleaxe The ships were so close together that on a radarscope they'd appear as a single target. On the bridge the executive officer was as nervous as he would ever get. I have a surprise for her.I have no sanitary napkins, she says. So we have your permission? the woman asks sarcastically. The jolt launched the briefcase-containing all Skip Wiley's vital evidence-off the roof of the bus into the Tamiami Canal, where it sank unopened into a gator hole. Miraculously it remained there, unsecured, almost halfway back to Immokalee, until the bus accidentally struck an opossum crossing Route 41. Nobody bothered to retrieve the briefcase from the top of the migrant bus. Even an old woman's body, waterlogged, weighed much more than he'd counted on. He'd have to stand up for this one, he decided.
Radarscope skin#
He must have snagged her skin or clothing, because the line went completely taut when Vernon pulled. His plain dark jacket was torn in a dozen places by the attack, and where his skin was exposed blood shone.ĭamn stupid, he said, holding her gaze, as though the sight of her helped him keep the insanity at bay. He carried no visible weapon indeed he looked more like a derelict than a would-be assassin. Marty started to walk steadily toward the intruder, who was left standing in a ring of watchful dogs, reeling and bloody.
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