Temple

Race saw the chance instantly, and without so much as a blink, he quickly leapt out through the shattered forward windshield of the wheelhouse and climbed up onto its roof.

Then, just as Doogie's Goose swept past his Pibber, Race leapt across onto the wing of the moving seaplane and danced across its length!

It was an amazing sight. The Goose seaplane, speeding along in between the Nazi command boat and the Pibber, with the tiny figure of William Race—in his saturated jeans and T-shirt and his New York Yankees baseball cap—running across its wings, his body bent forward, braced against the battering wind.

Race ran hard, his feet moving quickly but surely across the fifty-foot wingspan of the Goose.

He saw the command boat looming in front of him; saw the world streaking laterally beyond it; saw Renee up neat its bow holding off the three Nazi at the other end of the passageway; saw the one Nazi up on the big catamaran's roof, closing in on her position;

And then, like a racing car overtaking it rival, the Goose came alongside the Command boat and Race hit the edge of the left wing at full stride and leapt off

—and flew through the air

—and landed, catlike On both feet; On the roof of the command boat, right next to the Nazi who had been sneaking up on Renee!

Race didn't miss a beat, Gunih; he just hurled himself at the man, slammed into him; ending both of them flying forward, off the roof of the Command boat.

They landed in a heap on the foredeck of the catamaran not far from where Renee was hunkered down at the forward end of the starboard passageway.

Disoriented, Race rolled clear of where they had fallen and looked up in horror to see that the Nazi was already on his feet.

In a fleeting instant, Race saw the man's face, it was without a doubt one of the ugliest faces he had ever seen—long and lopsided and heavily cratered with pockmarks it was also the picture of anger—the picture of pure unadulterated fury.

But it was only to be a fleeting glimpse, for in the next flashing instant, his view of the Nazi's hideously ugly face was replaced by the sight of the butt of the man's AK47 assault rifle rushing toward his face and then smack! he saw nothing but black;

Renee whirled around just in time to see Race's head snap violently backwards with the blow. His body dropped to the deck, hitting it hard, out cold.

Renee saw the ugly Nazi standing over Race's body— saw him suddenly snap to look up at her.

Then she saw him raise his gun and smile.

The Goose seaplane shot out in front of the Command boat, into the open water ahead of the fleet.

Doogie was pushing forward on the throttle, trying to get the little seaplane lap to take-off speed, when suddenly there came a loud bang! from somewhere to his left. Abruptly he felt the whole plane lurch dramatically and he looked out to see that there was now nothing in the place where his left- hand stabilising pontoon should have been.

Not a second later; a pair of Nazi Rigid Raiders zoomed across his bow from either side criss-crossing in front of him the commando on th@if decks spattering his windshield with heavy machine gun fire

Doogie ducked. His windshield cracked into spider- webs;

Then he looked up to see one of the Nazis on the right- hand Rigid Raider heft an M72A2 man-portable rocket launcher onto his shoulder and aim it right at the Goose!

'Oh, man...' Doogie breathed, The Nazi fired,

A puff of smoke issued from the barrel of the rocket launcher at exactly the same moment as Doogie yanked his steering yoke hard to the left.

The Goose banked wildly—so wildly in fact that the tip of its pontoon-less left wing actually touched the water, kicking up a spectacular shower of spray!

As a result, the missile from the rocket launcher shot right underneath Doogie's elevated right wing, missing it by inches before shooting off into the treeline and blowing unfortunate tree trunk to hell,

Doogie's little Goose continued to careen across the river's surface: racing along on its belly and its one remaining pontoon.

Just then the last Mosquito attack chopper roared in from out of nowhere, loosing a devastating burst of cannon fire that raked the Water all around the little seaplane,

'God damn it!' Doogie yelled as he ducked beneath the dashboard again. 'could this situation get any worse?'

It was then that he heard an ominous, but very familiar sound.

Poof .

He spun in his seat,

Just in time to see one of the two remaining Nazi Pibber swing in behind him and launch a torpedo from it's side-mounted pod.

The torpedo splashed into the water, shot forward under the surface.

Doogie looked out

The two Rigid Raiders were now speeding along on either side of him off the tips of his wings bowing him in.

“Shit,” Doogie said, shitshitshit!'

The torpedo closed in;

He pushed the Goose's throttle forward