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To her immediate left, she saw Schroeder take the wheel of he Rigid Raider he had just jumped onto and give her the thumbs up.

Once she was sure he was in control of the Nazi boat, Renee immediately gunned the engine of her riverbike and swung in front of the Rigid Raider, using it for cover against the helicopter above them as she took off after Van Lewen, joining him in his pursuit of the command boat.

The massive Nazi command boat powered down the river at the head of the fleet.

About a half-dozen Nazis lined its aft rail—standing underneath the rotor blades of the white helicopter that sat off the helipad there-firing on Van Lewen.

But the big Green Beret deftly weaved his speeding Jet Raider left and right, ducking their fire, before suddenly— without warning—he whipped in behind a nearby helipad barge just astern of the command boat.

Under the cover of the barge, Van Lewen picked up the pace, gradually overtaking the bigger boat on his nimble Jet Raider.

in a few seconds, he came to the bow of the barge, where he took a last deep breath.

Then, when he was ready, he yanked his handlebars hard t the left.

Like a fighter jet swooping in after its prey, his Jet Raider swung in fast across the bow of the helipad barge and in behind the big twin-hulled command boat.

The Nazis on the stern of the massive catamaran immediately opened fire on him, but to Van Lewen's surprise, they -were suddenly taken down by Renee—screaming in from the left on her own Jet Raider, firing hard with her M-16 as she skipped across the water.

With the Nazis down, the two of them zoomed in underneath the bridge-like body of the catamaran, shooting into the shadows in between its One-hundred-and-fifty-foot hulls!

The two jet Raiders shot forward in the darkness beneath the catamaran, quickly came to the bow of the boat.

Van Lewen pulled in close to the right-hand hull. Renee took the left; Then she watched as Van Lewen reached up and grabbed hold of the bow rail above him and hauled himself up onto the boat's bow, disappearing from his view.

A second later, with a deep breath of her own, she reached up for the hand bow rail and began to climb aboard.

Gale-force wind assaulted her face as she emerged from the shadows beneath the catamaran and stood up on its left- hand bow.

She aw “van Lewen on the other bow, about fifty feet away from her, holding his M-i6 up and ready.

With the co—and boat powering along at the head of the fleet; the Nazis obviously hadn't expected anyone to board them from the front so there were no Commandos up here, not yet anyway.

Renee took in the catamaran around her. It was big— really big, mounted on top of the two enormous hulls it was sleek in the extreme, aerodynamic beyond belief; it was made up of two levels, both of which were hidden behind deep slanted windows. Wide side passageway hang down both of the big boat's flanks.

'Where to now?' he yelled.

'We take the boat and then we hold it until the choppers get here!' Van Lewen called back.

'What about the idol! If we can't take the boat, we should at least try to get the—'

At that moment two Nazi commandos came charging out from the port-side passageway, their G-11s blazing. But they were shooting from the hip, firing high; Van Lewen just whipped his M-16 around drew a bead on them and took them do with two brutally accurate shots.

'What did you say?' he yelled to Rene.

'Never mind!' she said. 'Go now, I'll cover you'

And with that the two of them took off down the sea-board again.,

Race and Doogie faced across the water if I their Pibber patrol boat.

One of the Mosquito attack choppers shot low through the air above them - hovering over the top of their speedboat, occasionally pivoting in mid-air so it positioned in front of them and fired on them directly, it had one of its side doors open in which a Nazi commando sat, firing on them with a submachine-gun.

To their right rushed one of the helipad barge blocking them in, cutting off an escape in that direction.

As drove, Doogie fired at the chopper with his gun. He was trying in raid to get up into the forward 20mm gun-turret of their Pibber but the blistering fire from the chopper was keeping him pinned down in the wheelhouse.

'God damn it, i can't get to its' he yelled as the Mosquito hipped by overhead again the loud roar of its rotor quickly followed by the impact of about a million armour- piercing rounds banging to the roof of the wheelhouse.

'We have to do something about that chopper now!' Doogie yelled; 'Professor, quickly go down below - See if you can find any grenades or something!'

Race obeyed instantly, threw open the hatch at the floor of the wheelhouse and hurried down into belly of the ship.

He found himself standing a Bate; small room with grey walls.