“You tell those bastards to swim across if necessary—or find a boat! I want to know what caused that explosion. We are under attack! Am I the only one here who understands that?” The general took a look through the veranda doors and chewed on his lip. This was likely what he’d feared. Somewhere out there was that damned Russian spy ship. And somewhere on this island was very likely a Spetsnaz commando team that would very soon come bursting through the mansion doors.
He turned and strapped on his pistol belt. “Find a rifle for yourself and check on the building sentries,” he shouted reaching for his cap and heading for the door. “It’s the Russians. I’m sure of that—and they’re after the American.”
“Where will you be, General?” The aide followed him out of the bedroom door.
“I’m going to
