systems.
Right now it was getting an eyeful.
âWe got over fifty savages in the weeds,â said the Marine at the controls. âTheyâre massing for an attack on the west side of the base.â
Danny spun around and nearly struck Captain Thomas.
âI heard him,â said Thomas. âWeâll be ready.â
A M ARINE RAN out to help Turk as he pulled Rogers into the shelter near the airstrip. Just as the weight was lifted off his shoulder, the ground rocked with another nearby explosion. Turk lost his balance and fell straight back, smacking his head on the ground. He rolled to his belly and got to his knees, momentarily disoriented. Then he pushed to his feet.
The Malaysian ground troops were about four hundred yards away, near the outer perimeter. Turk decided that he should head over there in case they needed to liaison with the Marines. But before he could take a single step, one of the crew chiefs for the planes ran up to him, shouting about Rogers.
âWeâre looking for himâthey need him in the air!â yelled the Marine.
âHeâs sick,â said Turk.
âDamn. We need to get the plane off. Itâs a sitting duck.â
âIâll fly it,â said Turk. âTake me up there.â
âButââ
Turk grabbed hold of the manâs arm and pushed him in the direction of the runway. âLetâs go!â
D ANNY STOOD AT the side of the small bunker as Captain Thomas took control of the situation. The rebel force was sizable, nearly four times the number of Marines assigned to guard the perimeter. But the Corps had a slogan: every Marine is a rifleman. And Thomas lived by it: he had already drilled the maintenance and support people in the defense of the base. He now rallied them into position, readying for the assault the Shadow had seen coming.
Ironically, all that preparation left Danny feeling useless; he didnât have an assignment.
âGive me a rifle,â he told Thomas. âIâll help on the perimeter.â
The captain frowned. âNo offense, sir, butââ
âI guarantee Iâve seen more action than you, Captain,â answered Danny.
âYes sir, but, uh . . .â
Danny knew that Thomas considered it his job to provide security, and that he would feel responsible if anything happened to him. Heâd been in the same spot himself, many times.
âLook, Captain, I can shoot as well as most of your men, Iâm sure,â he said bluntly. âYou need bodies. And if anything happens, I gave you a direct order, which everyone here will vouch for.â
âWhat I could use is someone liaising with the Malaysians,â said Thomas. âI havenât been able to reach them on the radio. Their equipment is primitiveâand thatâs if they remember to use it. I need someone who can get a radio to them and tell them what to do. They can reinforce the southern side of the perimeter.â
âDid Turk go down to talk to them?â
âUh, Captain Mako ran up to the airstrip to fly one of the planes,â said a lance corporal who just entered the bunker, wearing his helmet and carrying an M-16A4. âOne of our guys is sick, I heard.â
âGive me a radio,â said Danny.
Thomas hesitated, but then complied. âMofitt, go over with the colonel,â he said, turning to the man whoâd just come in.
âYes, sir, right away.â
âLetâs do it,â said Danny.
O NE OF THE F-35s started down the runway as Turk ran up. It took him by surprise, and he ducked involuntarily as it roared past, both pilot and steed eager to get into the air.
Turk continued toward the other planes. Two crew dogs were attaching bombs to the hard points of the nearest aircraft, despite the continuing whistle of the mortar attacks. A pair of rounds landed every thirty or forty seconds, with an occasionalsingle shell breaking the pattern. They were getting closer to