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the size of a truck…trailer； piled three… and four…high。 Between each pile was an artificial alleyway； perhaps three feet wide； which allowed them to approach the bow unobserved。 The Sergeant had no SWAT experience； but all of his men had shotguns and he did know something of infantry tactics。
It was like walking alongside a building； except that the street was made of rusty steel。 The rain had abated； finally； but it still made noise； clattering on the metal container boxes。 They passed the last of these to find that the ship's forward hold was open and a crane was hanging over the starboard side。 Powers peeked around the corner and saw two men standing at the far side of the deck。 They appeared to be looking southeast； toward the entrance to the harbor。 There was no easy way to approach。 He and his men crouched and went straight toward them。 They'd gotten halfway when one turned。
〃Who are you？〃
〃State Police！〃 Powers noted the accent and brought his gun up； but he tripped on a deck fitting and his first shot went into the air。 The man on the starboard side came up with a pistol and fired； also missing； then ducked behind the container。 The fourth state trooper went forward around the deck hatch and fired at the container edge； covering his rades。 Powers heard a flurry of conversation and the sound of running feet。 He took a deep breath and ran to the starboard side。
No one was in sight。 The men who'd run aft were nowhere to be seen。 There was an acmodation ladder leading from an opening in the rail down to the water； and nothing else but a radio that someone had dropped。
〃Oh； shit。〃 The tactical situation was lousy。 He had armed criminals close by but out of sight and a boatload of others on the way。 He sent one of his men to the port side to watch that line of approach； and another to train his shotgun down the starboard side。 Then he got on the radio and learned that plenty more help was on the way。 Powers decided to sit tight and take his chances。 He'd known Larry Fontana； helped carry his coffin out of the church； and he was damned if he'd pass up the chance to get the people who'd killed him。
A State Police car had taken the lead。 The FBI was now on the Francis Scott Key Bridge； crossing over Baltimore Harbor。 The next trick was to get from the expressway to the marine terminal。 A trooper said he knew a shortcut； and he led the procession of three cars。 A twenty…foot boat was going under the bridge at that very moment。
〃Target ing right； appears to be heading towards a ship tied to the quay； bearing three…five…two；〃 His Highness reported。
〃That's it；〃 Ryan said。 〃We got 'em。〃
〃Chief； let's close up some；〃 Jackson ordered。
〃They might spot us； sir the rain's slacking off。 If they're heading to the north； I can close up on their port side。 They're heading for that ship you want us to hit them right when they get there？〃 Chief Znamirowski asked。
〃That's right。〃
〃Okay。 I'll get somebody on the searchlight。 Captain Peters； you'll want to get your Marines on the starboard side。 Looks like surface action starboard；〃 Chief Z noted。 Navy regulations prohibited her from serving on a batant ship； but she'd beaten the game after all！
〃Right。〃 Peters gave the order and Breckenridge got the Marines in place。 Ryan left the pilothouse and went to the main deck aft。 He had already e to his decision。 Sean Miller was out there。
〃I hear a boat；〃 one of the troopers said quietly。
〃Yeah。〃 Powers fed a round into his shotgun。 He looked aft。 There were people there with guns。 He heard footsteps behind him more police！
〃Who's in charge here？〃 a corporal asked。
〃I am；〃 Powers replied。 〃You stay here。 You two； move aft。 If you see a head e out from behind a container； blow it the hell off。〃
〃I see it！〃 So did Powers。 A white fiberglass boat appeared a hundred yards off； ing slowly up to the ship's ladder。
〃Jesus。〃 It seemed full of people； and every one； he'd been told； had an automatic weapon。 Unconsciously he felt the steel plating on the ship's side。 He wondered if it would stop a bullet。 Most troopers now wore protective body armor； but Powers didn't。 The Sergeant flipped off the safety on his shotgun。 It was just about time。
The boat approached like a car edging into a parking space。 The helmsman nosed the boat to the bottom of the acmodation ladder and someone in the bow tied it off。 Two men got out onto the small lower platform。 They helped someone off the boat； then started to carry him up the metal staircase。 Powers let them get halfway。
〃Freeze！ State Police！〃 He and two others pointed shotguns straight down at the boat。 〃Move and you're dead；〃 he added； and was sorry for it。 It sounded too much like TV。
He saw heads turn upward； a few mouths open in surprise。 A few hands moved； too； but before anything that looked like a weapon moved in his direction； a two…foot searchlight blazed down on the boat from seaward。
Powers was thankful for the light。 He saw their heads snap around； then up at him。 He could see their expressions now。 They were trapped and knew it。
〃Hi； there。〃 A voice came across the water。 It was a woman's voice on a loudspeaker。 〃If anybody moves； I have ten Marines to blow you to hell…and…gone。 Make my day；〃 the voice concluded。 Sergeant Powers winced at that。
Then another light came on。 〃This is the U。S。 Coast Guard。 You are all under arrest。〃
〃Like hell！〃 Powers screamed。 〃I got 'em！〃 It took another minute to establish what was going on to everyone's satisfaction。 The big； gray Navy patrol boat came right alongside the smaller boat； and Powers was relieved to see ten rifles pointed at his prisoners。
〃Okay； let's put all the guns down； people； and e up one at a time。〃 His head jerked around as a single pistol shot rang out； followed by a pair of shotgun blasts。 The Sergeant winced； but ignored it as best he could and kept his gun zeroed on the boat。
〃I seen one！〃 a trooper said。 〃About a hundred feet back of us！〃
〃Cover it；〃 Powers ordered。 〃Okay； you people get the hell up here and flat down on the deck。〃
The first two arrived； carrying a third man who was wounded in the chest。 Powers got them stretched out； facedown on the deck； forwards of the front rank of containers。 The rest came up singly。 By the time the last was up； he'd counted twelve； several more of them hurt。 They'd left behind a bunch of guns and what looked like a body。
〃Hey； Marines； we could use a hand here！〃
It was all the encouragement he needed。 Ryan was standing on the YP's afterdeck； and jumped down。 He slipped and fell on the deck。 Breckenridge arrived immediately behind him and looked at the body the terrorists had left behind。 A half…inch hole had been drilled in the man's forehead。
〃I thought I got off one good round。 Lead on； Lieutenant。〃 He gestured at the ladder。 Ryan charged up the steps； pistol in hand。 Behind him； Captain Peters was screaming something at him； but Jack simply didn't care。
〃Careful； we have bad guys down that way in the container stacks；〃 Powers warned。
Jack went around the front rank of metal boxes and saw the men facedown on the deck； hands behind their necks； with a pair of troopers standing over them。 In a moment there were six Marines there； too。
Captain Peters came up and went to the police Sergeant； who seemed to be in mand。
〃We have at least two more； maybe four； hiding in the container rows；〃 Powers said。
〃Want some help flushing them out？〃
〃Yeah； let's go do it。〃 Powers grinned in the darkness。 He assembled all of his men； leaving Breckenridge and three Marines to guard the men on the deck。 Ryan stayed there； too。 He waited for the others to move aft。
Then he started looking at faces。
Miller was looking； too； still hoping to find a way out。 He turned his head to the left and saw Ryan staring at him from twenty feet away。 They recognized each other in an instant； and Miller saw something； a look that he had always reserved for his own use。
I am Death； Ryan's face told him。
I have e for you。
It seemed to Ryan that his body was made of ice。 His fingers flexed once around the butt of his pistol as he walked slowly to port； his eyes locked on Miller's face。 He still looked like an animal to Jack； but he was no longer a predator on the loose。 Jack reached him and kicked Miller's leg。 He gestured with the pistol for him to stand； but didn't say a word。
You don't talk to snakes。 You kill snakes。
〃Lieutenant 。 。 。 〃 Breckenridge was a little slow to catch on。
Jack pushed Miller back against the metal wall of a container； his forearm across the man's neck。 He savored the feel of the man's throat on his wrist。
This is the little bastard who nearly killed my family。 Though he didn't know it； his face showed no emotion at all。
Miller looked into his eyes and saw 。 。 。 nothing。 For the first time in his life； Sean Miller knew fear。 He saw his own death； and remembered the long…past lessons in Catholic school； remembered what the sisters had taught him； and his fear was that they might have been right。 His face broke out in a sweat and his hands trembled as； despite all his contempt