"That was a good job," Spiros said with a growl. "Need some updating?"
"It's going to be a little more than that. I think maybe a dozen hostiles, give or take, came in by chopper. A Hind-D. Had all the factory extras."
"Had?"
"It just met with an accident."
"And I'll bet you had nothing to do with it." He laughed. "So what kind of hardware do they have?"
"Uzis for sure. Probably also some grenade launchers. Also light machine guns, ZB-26. The odds are good they're going to be here for a while. They've dug in and it's a long swim to anywhere."
"Should we be having this conversation on the phone?" Caution was entering his voice. "Can we secure up these communications?"
"Bight now we've got no choice," Vance answered. "Nothing where I am is secure." Including my skin, he thought.
"All right, then, give it to me fast." He was all business. "What do you have on nationality?"
"It has a Beirut feel about it. But I managed to get some material off one of them, and I think he was a former East German Stasi type. Whoever they are, they're operating under some phony front name."