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Torkan’s face twisted in anger

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As Linda lured the speedboat away from the mission control room and around the stern of the coun up to Juan He’d have to make the rocket count It was their last one

Torkan came into viehen they were halfway down the other side of the large co pattern at Juan’s instruction to bring the speedboat as close as possible for his shot Juan had the AT4 slung over his shoulder while he shot bursts fro the hatch cover

If he could hit the Iranian saboteur with that weapon, he would, but its effective range was far shorter than the assault rifle Torkan was using Bullets peppered the Gator as they weaved back and forth

When the speedboat got within fifty yards, Juan dropped the P90, which slid off the deck and into the water He put the AT4 up to his shoulder and was about to pull the trigger when a rifle shot hit his artificial leg, knocking it out from under him Juan fell to the deck and was barely able to keep both himself and the AT4 on the boat

At the sa, and the boat shuddered as it slowed down The rifle fire hit the engine as well

Torkan smiled at his shot and told the driver of the speedboat to turn around

By the ti the stern of the command ship A rocket launch by Juan noould require too much luck to hit the speedboat

As Juan juh the Gator’s hatch with the rocket launcher and closed the lid, the radio on his belt crackled

“I only have one RPG left,” Torkan said, “and I don’t want to waste it on you But, don’t worry After I kill your friends, I’ll come back”

Juan ignored the taunt “Do we still have battery power?” he asked Linda

“Yes,” she replied, “but on’t be able to pursue them with our diesel out”

“We don’t have to pursue him,” Juan said “Dive the boat”