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away on a minute's notice to take mand of the elite makeshift assault unit。 It had to be the first time in American military history that separate special units were merged to fight as one。
For this mission； every man would be utilizing a new ram…air parachute system for the first time； called the MT…1Z or Zulu。 With a four…to…one lift…to…drag ratio； the canopy could travel four meters horizontally for every meter descended； an advantage that did not go unappreciated among the three teams。
Cleary scanned the two rows of men。 The nearest officer； Dan Sharpsburg； tilted his head and grinned。 A red…haired wit with a gross sense of humor； and an old friend； he was one of the few who actually looked forward to the suicidal plunge。 Dan had been 〃chasing airplanes〃 for years； achieving the status of Military Free Fall Instructor at the U。S。 Army's prestigious Special Forces Military Free Fall School in Yuma； Arizona。 When not off on a mission or training； Dan could be found skydiving with civilians for the fun of it。
Cleary had barely had time to glance at the service records of Jacobs and Garnet； but he knew they were the best of the best turned out by the Navy and Marines for special force missions。 Though he was an old Army man； he well knew the SEALs and Marine Recon teams were among the finest fighting men in the world。
As he looked from face to face； he thought that if they survived the jump and glide to the target site； they then had the Wolfs' security force to contend with。 A well…armed and trained small army of mercenaries； he was told； many of whom had served the very same forces as the men on the plane。 No； Cleary concluded。 This would be no picnic。
〃How soon？〃 Sharpsburg asked tersely。
〃Less than an hour；〃 Cleary answered； moving down the line of men and alerting Jacobs and Garnet。 Then he stood in the middle of the united fighting men and gave them final instructions。 Satellite aerial photos were carried by everyone in a pocket of their thermal suits； to be studied once they had fallen into the clear and opened their canopies。 Their target landing site was a large ice field just outside the mining facility； whose broken； uneven landscape offered them a small degree of protection when regrouping after the jump。 The next part of the plan was the assault on the main engineering center of the facility； where it was hoped the doomsday controls were housed。 Expert military minds judged that fewer casualties would occur if they landed and attacked from the outside rather than landing in the maze of buildings； antennas； machinery； and electrical equipment。
Coordination was to take place once each unit was on the ground and assembled for the assault。 Any who were injured upon landing would have to suffer the cold and be dealt with later； after the facility had been secured and any systems or equipment that were designed to separate the ice shelf destroyed。
Satisfied that each man knew what was expected of him； Cleary moved to the rear of the cargo bay and donned his parachute and rucksack。 Then he had one of Sharpsburg's men give him a plete jumpmaster inspection； with emphasis on his oxygen…breathing equipment for the long fall。
Finally； he silhouetted himself with his back to the closed cargo ramp in the floor and waved his hands to get the men's attention。 From this point on； munication with the entire assault team would be conducted by hand and arm signals； which was standard operating procedure。 The only voice munications until the jump would be between Cleary； Sharpsburg； Jacobs； Garnet； and Stafford in the cockpit。 Once they exited the aircraft and were under canopy； each man could municate with individual Motorola radios over secure frequencies。
〃Pilot； this is the jumpmaster。〃
〃I read you； Major；〃 came back Stafford's voice。 〃Ready on the mark？〃
〃Jumpmaster checks plete。 Oxygen prebreathing is under way。〃
Cleary took an empty seat and studied the men。 So far； it was going well； almost too well； he thought。 This is the time when Murphy's Law came sneaking around； and Cleary wasn't about to allow Mr。 Murphy any opportunities。 He was pleased to see the men were fully alert and primed。
They wore hoods under gray Gentex flight helmets to gain additional protection from the harsh subzero temperatures。 Adidas Galeforce yellow…lens goggles for fog and overcast were attached to the helmets； resting up and leaving the men's eyes clearly visible to Cleary and the oxygen technician so they could check for any signs of hypoxia。 The heating units in their thermal suits were activated； and each man checked his buddy to make certain that all equipment was properly organized and in place。 Bungee cords and web straps were strategically laced around each man's clothing and equipment to prevent them from being torn away by the great burst of air expected upon their exit from the ramp。
After they checked their radios to confirm that each was transmitting and receiving； Cleary stood up and moved near the closed ramp。 Facing his assault force again； he saw that all the men were giving him their undivided attention。 Once again； he motioned to the man nearest his left with a thumbs…up signal。
In the cockpit； carefully studying his puterized course and the programmed target； Captain Stafford was concentrating his mind and soul on dropping the men waiting aft over the precise spot that would give them every chance of surviving。 His primary concern was not to send them out ten seconds too early or five seconds too late and scatter them all over the frozen landscape。 He disengaged the automatic pilot and turned the controls over to Brannon so his perspective and timing would not be diverted。 Stafford switched to the cockpit inter and spoke through his oxygen mask to Brannon。 〃Deviate one degree and it will cost them。〃
〃I'll put them over the target；〃 Brannon said self…assuredly。 〃But you have to put them on it。〃
〃No confidence in your aircraft mander's navigational abilities？ Shame on you。〃
〃A thousand pardons； my captain。〃
〃That's better；〃 Stafford said expansively。 He switched to the cargo bay inter。 〃Major Cleary； are you ready？〃
〃Roger；〃 Cleary answered briefly。
〃Crew； are you ready？〃
The crewmen； wearing harnesses attached to cargo tie…down rings and portable oxygen systems； were standing a few feet forward of the ramp on opposite sides。
〃Sergeant Hendricks ready； Captain。〃
〃Corporal Joquin ready； sir。〃
〃Twenty…minute warning； Major；〃 Stafford announced。 〃Depressurizing cabin at this time。〃
Hendricks and Joquin moved cautiously close to the ramp； carefully guiding their harness anchor lines； following checklists and preparing for what was about to bee one of the most unusual duties of their military careers。
As the cabin depressed； the men could feel the temperature drop； even within the protective confines of their electrically heated thermal jumpsuits。 The air hissed from the cargo bay as it slowly equalized with the outside atmosphere。
Time passed quickly。 And then Stafford's voice came over the inter。
〃Major； ten…minute warning。〃