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demand a
legitimate explanation and a speedy exit. Over.”
    Lahud grumbled
at the man under his breath and picked up the radio, carefully weighing his words.
Lahud was a professional, and he could not afford to say the wrong words.
“Lieutenant Thompson, sir, I understand you are the OOD of the USS George
Washington . Over.”
    “That’s what I
said. And who is the man I am speaking with? Over.”
    “Captain Sampson
Jones,” Lahud elegantly lied, “and I am currently in charge of this freight
ship. Now I am attempting to unload my cargo, and one of your sailors informed
me that it was not proper to do so here. Is he correct? Over.”
    “Captain Jones…I
don’t care who comes into this harbor; they all know where they are and aren’t
supposed to go. And freighters don’t unload here. What’s your excuse for your
actions? Over.”
    Lahud glanced at
the clock on the wall. He’d better shut this guy up quickly. “I was told to
unload here, and I make no excuse for my actions. I only ask how you intend to
move my ship from this location. Over.”
    Flustered, the lieutenant
stated, “ I’ll get someone to blow you into the ocean if you don’t leave at
once. And if you don’t believe me, just stay there and see. Over.”
    Lahud was not frightened.
If someone destroyed his ship, that would only mean a quicker explosion of the
cargo, and a more sudden destruction of the lieutenant’s beloved George
Washington . It didn’t really matter that much if the explosion happened now
or five minutes later, the outcome would be the same. Still, Lahud wished to
have things happen on schedule. “Mr. Officer of the Deck, sir, you have no
authorization to do such an act. On the contrary, however, I have authorization
to unload my freight here, and I have no intention of compromising that order.
Do I make myself clear? Over.”
    “Well I can get
authorization real quick, and the outcome of your lovely cargo wouldn’t be very
desirable if you do stay there. You have five minutes to evacuate your position
or–”
    “Or what? You’ll
gun down my ship? I really don’t think any man in his right mind would
authorize that, and you know it. Don’t you? Over.”
    “Over and stinkin’ out,” the OOD concluded, slamming his clenched fist on
his small desk. His thoughts toward the little freight ship were frustrating,
but in five minutes, it would be the cause of him never thinking again.
    *          *          *
    The driver of
the fleeing vehicle, with vun Buvka in the passenger seat, whipped a U-turn and
parked by a sidewalk, in perfect view of the hotel. Before the two could even
blink, the Paramount Hotel exploded from the very center, then caved in. By vun
Buvka’s estimation, half of the hotel’s occupants would be either killed or
injured. Charles Williams, the FBI agent in the parking lot, was thinking the
same thing and he knew he needed to act fast. There was nothing anyone could do
about the hotel explosion now, but Williams could do something about the one
responsible for the demolition. He could see his target, and he knew if he
played his cards right, he would take this guy out in no time.
    Williams began driving up to vun Buvka’s vehicle, considering his best
option. He decided against calling for backup. After all there were only two of
them, and he had the element of surprise. He drove by the terrorists, rolled
down his window, and fired four bullets from his 9mm pistol at the vehicle. The
bullets shattered the windows, but Williams couldn’t tell if he’d hit anyone or
not. Not taking any chances, he emptied the rest of his bullets into the
immobile car. What happened next was totally unexpected. At first there was no
sound or movement from the car. Then suddenly, as Williams reloaded his pistol,
a hand grenade was thrown into the driver’s side window. The terrorists’ vehicle
sped off toward the northern end of the city, and left Williams alone. In a
flash, he tore open his door and