Austin, Texas


Nagy sighed. "My man on the ground says forty-eight hours, Governor. Then the feds go in."

"Forty-eight hours," Juanita echoed, faintly.

"Your brother doesn't stand too much of a chance, Governor. They have tanks, armored personnel carriers, two helicopter gunships with Army crews, and some very well-trained specialists."

"Any artillery? Mortars?" asked Schmidt.

"My man didn't see any," Nagy responded. "That would kind of be 'overkill' anyway, wouldn't it?"

"So are tanks. So are gunships."

Juanita shuddered at the image that came unbidden of an armored vehicle crushing her brother's body into the dirt.

* * *


Загрузка...