CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“Go!” Luke shouted. “Go! Go! Go!”
Two ropes descended from the doorway of the chopper. Luke was last of his four-man team to go. He hit the green START button on his stopwatch. Right before he left, he looked at Ed in the opposite doorway.
“Keep us alive down there, brother.”
Ed raised a hand from the top edge of the machine g*n. “I’ll keep the rest of them alive. I ain’t seen a thing on Earth that can kill you.”
Luke glanced below him. All was clear, and he went over the side. A second later, maybe two, he touched down on the deck of the boat. He looked around, getting his bearings. His team was ahead of him, moving fast.
He unslung his M-16 and started running.
“Down!” he shouted. “Caer el suelo!”
All around him, scantily clad women dove to the floor. The women
