Angaur, Palau Island Group
Whistle d**k Grey checked his GPS more out of habit than any need to know precisely where he was on Angaur. It would be hard for a Cub Scout to get lost on the little island’s three square miles, much less a detachment of two SEALS and a s**t-hot female black-shoe Navy officer who rode the swimmer delivery vehicle like it was a jet ski. Grey turned and looked to his rear through the green glow of his Gen III AN/PVS-7 night vision goggles. He was barely able to make out LCdr. Janet Dewey and his swim-buddy Petty Officer 2nd Class Chuck Lane hunkered down in a clump of scrub brush thirty meters to his rear.
Clearly visible to his direct front was what remained of Angaur’s abandoned lighthouse on the northwest coast. According to the map study they’d done with Gun
