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Predicting the Unpredicted
Thunder cracked in the mouth of the bay and the wind gusted harder. Heavy waves crashed against the boats and shoreline. Stone looked from one guard to the other and tried to devise a plan. I’ve got to think, dammit! Whatever it was, it had to be silent and it had to happen right now.
He slung his HK416 over his shoulder and crouched below the boardwalk. Then an idea occurred to him. It’s the lightning, he thought. He shut his right eye and held his left open, a technique used by special ops troops to allow the soldier to see his own rifle sights right after a flare-parachute illuminates a darkened battlefield.
Come on, come on! Stone thought as he waited. But then it happened. Lightning flashed just overhead. The resulting pulse of brilliant light followe
