Page 47 of Cry Havoc
Tom grabbed the surfboard leaning against the bar.
“If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
“Out amongst the waves. I know. If you catch a sea snake, I’ll grill it up. We are snake eaters after all. Cold beer will be waiting for you upon your return.”
Tom put the board under his arm and took a few steps toward the water when a loud rumble caught his attention.
A green military Harley-Davidson motorcycle pulled to a stop, and a uniformed captain dismounted, immediately zeroing in on the SOG operators.
“Sergeant Quinn?”
“Yeah.”
“Petty Officer Reece?”
“Guilty.”
“You’re wanted at headquarters.”
“Which headquarters?” Quinn asked.
“CCN.”
“What’s this about?”
“Your prisoner. He started talking.”
“That was the point of dropping him with you. Out of our hands now. What’s this got to do with us?”
“They need you to take him to the CMIC in Saigon.”
“What’s the CMIC?” Tom asked.
“Combined Military Interrogation Center.”
“Why?”
“It’s direct from Chief SOG.”
“Colonel Singlaub?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the prisoner saying?” Quinn asked.
“He keeps repeating, ‘Lam Nut Bau troi, Rung chuyen Trai Dat.’?”
“What’s that mean?” Quinn asked, looking at Tom, who was already sliding back into his T-shirt and jeans.
“Strange,” Tom said.
“What is?”
“Lam Nut Bau troi, Rung chuyen Trai Dattranslates as Crack the Sky, Shake the Earth.”
CHAPTER 12
Moscow, Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic
