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most of the paintwork off the bodywork before we cross the border."
    "We'll have more than the paintwork to worry about," Nolan brought them up with a jerk, "Colombia is supposed to be an ally of the US. We already had a murder charge hanging over our heads, and now we've killed those soldiers, they'll want us back. We're not out of the woods yet."
    His dire warning drained their exhilaration after the narrow escape. They drove in silence, and soon the road petered out and became a track that started to narrow even further. They fought their way through the steaming jungle, finding the canopy so dense, they didn't realize that dawn had broken. They plowed on, and by midday, they bumped over a narrow ford that crossed a fast flowing stream. It was the border with Panama.
    "Next stop Panama City," Brad shouted, "Boy, do I need a cold beer to wash out the taste of that prison. This is the life, free and easy. Hot damn, it feels good. I hear the surfing's pretty good in these parts. Maybe we could check it out."
    Three hours later they were back in custody.

Chapter Two
     

    The waves were gentle as they rolled across the calm sea to break on the sand. The dark night was unlit by any stars as thick cloud rolled across the sky, announcing the rain and strong winds to come. The waves seemed to ripple and part a few meters off the beach, and then a hard object rose out of the water.
    The mothership, a fishing boat lying three miles out, had towed the strange craft from Tortuguilla, a small harbor and fishing village further up the coast of Cuba. Two men outfitted in scuba gear pulled the vessel into the shallows and went ashore. Instead of the usual air bottles on their backs, they carried oxygen rebreathers, a rubber bag that processed the user's spent breath and stripped out the carbon dioxide. It was much lighter and smaller than conventional air bottles, and for clandestine operations had the additional benefit of not leaving a trail of air bubbles.
    The disadvantage of the closed-circuit rebreather was that it could only be used close to the surface. For the crew of a semi-submersible, it was no problem. In addition, the lack of telltale air bubbles made detection by coastguards more difficult; a distinct advantage for those engaged in transporting illegal drugs to the shores of hostile nations.
    They knelt on the sand, using night vision binoculars to survey the perimeter fence in front of them.
    "I don't like it, José. It's too quiet." The man shook his head and handed the device to his companion. He nodded and spent a full minute inspecting the area of the fence ahead of them. Then he handed the binoculars back.
    "We're clear, my friend. There's a storm coming in, so I expect they’re busy tying everything down. Calm down, Diego. We have to cut the hole in the fence, and if they're there, they'll be ready to come out. We load them on the submersible and head back out to sea. If they're not there, we abort. The Jefe was adamant; we're not to take any chances with the boat."
    "Damn right. The fucking submersible is more valuable than we are," Diego muttered, "And worth more than a thousand of these camel jockeys."
    The other man patted him on the shoulder. "You're absolutely correct, my friend. We can be replaced, and the Arabs are scum. But the submersibles are expensive, not so easy to replace."
    "Still…"
    "Shut up, Diego. Do the job and we can go home."
    They crept up the beach. In less than a minute, they knelt next to the fence. It was made of steel mesh, topped with rolls of lethal razor wire. José took a wire cutter from his waterproof equipment pouch and started to cut through. Diego took a silenced pistol from his own pouch and watched fearfully for signs of a patrolling American guard. Everything was quiet. The time was 0230, and according to their intelligence, the guard force was unlikely to be alert at that time. Besides, the guards, motto 'Honor Bound to Defend Freedom', were looking inward; their mission