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©§ THE PANJANG INCIDENT 11 ©§ ©§
©§ Charles Ryan ©§ ©§
©§ed him to turn the Panjang north at a point two around. \"Go to emergency frequency. See if you can ©§ ©§
©§ed miles from the Australian coast. He would skirt raise the military channel out of Manila.\" ©§ ©§
©§ Renfro darted away. ©§ ©§
©§reat Barrier Reef to the Tamarand Estuary near the ©§ ©§
©§the desolate York Peninsula of Northern Queensland. The copter was a mile out now. Gotchok lifted his ©§ ©§
©§tchok shook his head. It was going to be a tricky glasses. He could make out the men aboard. Four--no， ©§ ©§
©§ess， a series of tight maneuvers in shoal grounds to five， dressed in battle fatigues. One sat in the open ©§ ©§
©§ blister， his legs dangling. ©§ ©§
©§et landing deep in the estuary. ©§ ©§
©§ buzzer over his bunk rang. \"Captain， Bridge.\" The captain s heart turned to ice. Resting on the man s ©§ ©§
©§tapped the intercom button. \"Go.\" thigh was an assault pistol， and just above his head poked ©§ ©§
©§le re getting a blip on radar， sir. Bearing zero-three- the muzzle of a machine gun. He tore the glasses away ©§ ©§
©§Looks like a low-flying aircraft.\" and plunged his head through the doorway. \"Alert the ©§ ©§
©§m coming up.\" crew，\" he yelled. \"And break out the gun closet.\" ©§ ©§
©§nfro， the redheaded third mate standing bridge watch， Renfro， halfway across the bridge， turned， stunned. ©§ ©§
©§ ~ \"move.\" ©§ ©§
©§peering through the wheelhouse with binoculars. ©§ ©§
©§hok paused at the radar screen， then stepped onto \"But， Captain--\" Renfro stammered. \"The closet key.\" ©§ ©§
©§~ort wing. Renfro followed him out with a second Gotchok reached into his shirt and tore a chain from ©§ ©§
©§ around his neck. He tossed it and the key it held to the ©§ ©§
©§~f glasses， third mate. As he swung back， the copter was on them. It ©§ ©§
©§e captain scanned the horizon slowly. There was a rose like a huge dragonfly coming up off the ocean， the ©§ ©§
©§y salt haze and the sun made flashing diamonds on sound of the blades whomping and crackling in the air. ©§ ©§
©§rater. It flashed overhead， so close the downwash of the ©§ ©§
©§\"here he is，\" Renfro called out. \"Three points off the blades whipped Gotchok s clothing. He gripped the rail- ©§ ©§
©§beam. It s a chopper.\" ing， his body pounding with adrenaline. He shot a glance ©§ ©§
©§~tchok swung his glasses back and forth until he through the wing door. The helmsman was ducking be- ©§ ©§
©§~d up a small black dot skimming just over the sur- hind the wheel column， staring wild-eyed at him. Renfro ©§ ©§
©§ \"What in hell s he doing out here? Tell radio to appeared in the after door carrying a shotgun and pistol. ©§ ©§
©§~him on aircraft frequency.\" ~， The copter reappeared， bursting into view thirty feet ©§ ©§
©§kye， sir，\" Renfro ducked into the bridge， above the bridge， the roar of its engine coming with a ©§ ©§
©§~e copter grew steadily larger in Gotchok s binoculars， sudden clap of sound. ©§ ©§
©§enfro returned. \"We re getting a helluva burst of A hot rage took Gotchok and he began shaking his fist ©§ ©§
©§c， sir. Just started. Radio says nothing s coming in.\" at the aircraft. \"This is my ship!\" he screamed. \"Stand ©§ ©§
©§t two minutes the aircraft was visible to the naked off， you sons of bitches， stand off!\" ©§ ©§
©§ It was coming fast; a camouflaged fuselage， the sun The copter s machine gun opened up. Bullets went ©§ ©§
©§aing on the rotor blades. It was so close to the water zinging off the railing. The bridge windows shattered in a ©§ ©§
©§downwash dimpled the surface， shower of blowing glass. The helmsman was stitched ©§ ©§
©§It s a Cobra gunship，\" Renfro said. \"I seen them in across the back with a string of bullets and fell violently ©§ ©§
©§n.\" to the deck. ©§ ©§
©§;otchok lowered the glasses and squinted at the ap- For one stop-action moment Gotchok stared up at the ©§ ©§
©§ faces of the men in the helicopter. He saw the tip of a ©§ ©§
©§aching craft. He felt a sliver of foreboding and swung ©§ ©§
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