This he handed over. Tomorrow morning, Boss? he'd asked. He went first, keepingthe yacht's passengers covered until a second sailor, ABS DextroGuptillo, could board. Not hisplace, so the sergeant major felt.
Kuralski gestured towardthe door and the parking lot beyond. The bridge stood in plain view aboutthree thousand meters away. Cruz and the other tworeached the landing and sprinted the few short steps to the door onthat side. already dead.
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