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“Big wooden horse full of soldiers Are you saying this is the Trojan War? Aren’t we taking ourselves a little seriously?”
“I’ down there until I can see at least five police cars Make that twenty”
She looked toward the hotels and the major commercial streets to the south and then pulled his ar line of police cars strea up La Jolla Boulevard toward Prospect Street with blue, red, and white lights flashing In a moment, the distant whoop of the sirens reached the rooftop
They stepped to the ocean side of the house Out in the bay, they could see the two motor yachts had co a position just beyond the outer breaks of surf, launching smaller boats to land on the beach
From the north, beyond La Jolla Cove, ca the water with the bea them settle on the two yachts Froo Harbor, came two Coast Guard vessels, each about a hundred fifty feet long, with crew uns The Coast Guard vessels moved into position about six hundred feet offshore and remained there in what amounted to a blockade
“They’re not running,” Remi said
“No,” said Sam “They’d be foolish to try that”
“They could easily outrun the police boats The Coast Guard too”
“They can’t outrun the deck guns”
“So it looks as though we may find out which of our European competitors is a sore loser,” said Remi
“Sore or not, just so long as they’re losers,” Sam said
THE TWO COAST GUARD cutters held their places just outside the surf line where the yachts had anchored Now the yachts’ launches were returning against the surf loaded with the os’ house As they returned, the first of the able-bodied men climbed the ladders on the sides of the yachts Others in the lifeboats had been injured by falls, burns, or gunshots and were in no condition to climb, so some of the yachts’ crewmen helped to lift them to the deck The yachts raised their anchors but kept their bows seaward and held their places by steering into the swells
The police boats approached on the seaward sides of the yachts, and boarding parties of the San Diego Harbor Police prepared themselves to come aboard
On the deck of the Ibiza, Arpad Bako looked at the police boats, then down at the lers,” he shouted “There’s no time”