Temple

He was about a third of the way down the length of the hull when the first reptilian shape materialised from the green darkness around him.

A caiman.

It swooped in alongside the speeding Pibber, opening its mouth right next to his flailing feet, and with a rattlesnake- quick snapping motion, lunged viciously at his sneakers,

Race lifted his legs up just as the caiman's jaws came crunching together, catching nothing but water, and the big reptile, unable to keep up with the speeding Pibber, shrank prizeless into the hazy green darkness behind him.

Race desperately needed air. His lungs burned. He felt bile crawling up the back of his throat.

He quickened his pace down the rope until, finally, he found what he was looking for.

The diver's hatch.

Yes!

Race quickly reached up into the hatch and punched upwards with his fist, knocking its interior lid off. Then he shoved his head tip through it, his head broke the surface - inside the lower cabin of the Pibber!

Race quickly spat his Yankees cap out of his mouth and Sucked in every ounce of air that he could.

Then, when he had got his breath back he hauled himself up through the hatch and fell in a clumsy heap onto the floor of the cabin—battered bruised and absolutely breathless but glad as hell to be alive.

Doogie Kennedy ran across the open deck of the last helipad barge with a trail of sparks strafing the deck behind him.

As soon as he had seen Race go under the bow of the Pibber, he had opened fire on the four Nazis in its wheelhouse, Now they were returning his fire as he fnade a beak for the seaplane being towed behind the big helipad barge.

He came to the stem edge of the barge and quickly unlooped the rope that secured the Goos to it.

Then he leapt across onto the bow of the seaplane and yanked open the small entry hatch situated on top of its nose; He dived head-first down into the hatch; and several seconds later inside the cockpit of the plane,

Doogie punched the ignition switch and the Goose's two wing-mounted propellers immediately kicked into gear, at first rotating slowly, and then abruptly snapping into rapid blurring whizz.

The seaplane pulled away from the helipad barge, the Nazis' bullets pining against its bodywork.

In response, Doogie rotated the Goose on the river's surface so that it pointed at the deck of his recently abandoned Pibber.

Then he jammed on the trigger of his control stick.

Instantly, a deafening blare of 20mm machine-gun fire spewed out from the Gatling gun mounted on the side of the Goose,

Three of the Nazis on the Pibber dropped immediately— hit square in their chests by the Goose's powerful fire.

The fourth one fell too, but of his own and dropping quickly out of the line of fire.

'God, i love these 20-millimetre guns', Doogie said

On the Pibber, Race had been standing just behind the small metal doorway that led back up o he wheelhouse when Doogie's gunfire had assailed the boat.

When at last the gunfire stopped Race peered out the doorway to see that only one of the originally four enemies was still alive—he was lying on the deck of the Pibber, reloading his Beretta;

It was his chance.

Race took a moment to steel his nerves, then he flung open the door, levelled his SIG-Sauer at the surprised Nazi, and pulled the trigger.

Click!

The SIG's slide was racked back into the open position.

No bullets!

Race threw the gun down in disgust and then seeing the Nazi jam a new magazine in the grip of his pistol - did the only thing he could think to do

He took three bounding steps forward and hurled himself at the man.

He hit him hard and both men went sliding along the deck of the speeding Pibber.

They got to their feet quickly, and the Nazi hit at Race backhanded, but Race ducked and the Nazi's fist went sailing over his head.

And then suddenly Race was up in the commandos face, rushing at him with an angry right. The punch connected and the Nazi recoiled at the blow, his head flailing backwards,

Race hit him again and again—yelling with each punch as the Nazi staggered backwards.

'Get—'

Punch. “—off—'

Punch.

Punch.

With the final blow the Nazi fled into the stem railing of the Pibber and fell off the back of the boat splashing down.

Race—his chest heaving knuckles bleeding—stared out after he fallen Nazi. After a few moments he saw a familiar form of the caiman converge on the side and he heard as the Nazi began to scream.

Renee was creeping cautiously down the corridor of the command boat; all of a sudden she heard voices echoing from the door to her right.

She stepped forward and stood at the door frame.

And saw a man she wanted standing in the centre of an ultra-hightech laboratory. He was stiff old man, but huge, obese, with enormous fat belly, stretched tight

Renee held her breath as she glared at the old man

He was Otto Ehrhardt.

he's the leader of the Stormtroopers.

one of the feared Nazis of World War Second.