In the distance he now saw three men approaching, coming out of the misty rain, appearing like phantoms. Two large and one small, dressed in dark combat fatigues, each carrying a compact submachine gun of undetermined make. They seemed to melt out from the bushes that bordered the front lawn. So they"d approached from the cliffs in a seaborne operation, thought Gorilla.
So they"d approached from the cliffs in a seaborne operation,They were at a distance of twenty feet when the smaller man barked out an order, lost to Gorilla"s ears thanks to the driving winds. The small man was the one he wanted to keep alive. His body shape and size fitted one of the men they"d tagged in Marseilles. The others were bigger and bulkier, hulks and nothing more than sub-contracted hired guns, he was sure. Th
