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35Sabina Wytchoff’s Monterey 378SE surged away from the pier, throwing up rooster tails of water in its wake. At the helm, Isaiah Bloomthal. The Israeli cut a deep left turn, pivoting the boat, pointing the prow south, toward Wiesbaden.
“We have support in Wiesbaden!” Isaiah shouted over the wind.
He glanced over his shoulder and started. Fortesque and Isaiah’s teammate were wrestling each other.
Damn!
Damn!Isaiah set the helm on autopilot and withdrew a hypodermic from a pocket in his fatigues and looked for an opportunity. He caught the eye of his teammate who tried to expose Fortesque’s back to Isaiah. But Fortesque flung the Israeli away, against the gunwales, tossing the guy overboard.
Isaiah attacked. Fortesque grabbed the wrist holding the hypodermic; his right forearm bloc
