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“Now this is traveling in style.” On the lowest deck of the landing ship, Connie climbed into the back seat of a Saab 9-5 and John slid in beside her. Certainly one of the more surreal things she’d done lately, climbing into a luxury sedan when the nearest land lay at least twenty miles away through a dark and snowy night.
Two of the D-boys took the front seat. Colonel Gibson and the other D-boy loaded up with the Majors in the car beside them. The rest of the crew loaded into a third one. With the typical imagination of the Swedes, the three cars were black, silver, and gray. They were all chained to the deck.
A loud thump and whine, louder than the idling ship’s engines, shook all three cars. The back end of the ship unhinged. A massive landing ramp fifty feet wide and equally long
