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“Five klicks back out,” Mankowski whined.
The sea had been kicking up rough and their small Zodiac boat had made hard work of reaching the coast from where the Night Stalkers had dropped them. They’d made it, but a glance at the charge on the batteries said there was no way the electric motor was getting them back to the pickup point.
“We’ll find some other transport. Sink it.”
Mankowski groaned, but did as she instructed. She felt battered as well, but the weather was picking up and it would an even harder ride back out. No way his doctoral eminence would make it in a rubber boat even if they had the power.
With the charges set, Mankowski aimed the tiny boat out of the inner La Guaira harbor. They’d landed near the entry of the long harbor formed by a massive two-kilometer-long bre
