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〃Got a hole in their lines？〃
〃Looks thin right here； 'tween these two hills。 They have a pany on this hilltop； and another pany here…I bet they're in different battalions；〃 Williams said。 〃Always seems to work that way。 The gap between them looks like a little more 'n a kilometer； but there's a little stream at the bottom。〃
〃Bradleys don't mind getting a little wet；〃 Diggs told the junior officer。 〃Duke？〃
〃Best bet for a blow…through I've seen so far。 Aim Angelo for it？〃
Diggs thought about that。 It meant mitting his cavalry screen； and that also meant mitting at least one of his brigades； but such decisions were what generals were for。 〃What else is around？〃
〃I'd say their regimental headquarters is right about here； judging by the tents and trucks。 You're going to want to hit it with artillery； I expect。〃
〃Right about the time QUARTER HORSE gets there。 No sense alerting them too soon；〃 Masterman suggested。 General Diggs thought it over one more time and made his first important decision of the night：
〃Agreed。 Duke； tell Giusti to head for that gap。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃 Colonel Masterman moved off toward the radios。 They were doing this on the fly； which wasn't exactly the way they preferred； but that was often the world of real…time bat operations。
〃Roger；〃 Diggs called。
Colonel Roger Ardan was his divisional artillery mander… GUNFIGHTER SIX on the divisional radio net…a tall thin man； rather like a not…tall…enough basketball player。
〃Yes； sir。〃
〃Here's your first fire mission。 We're going to shoot Angelo Giusti through this gap。 pany of infantry here and here； and what appears to be a regimental mand post here。〃
〃Enemy artillery？〃
〃Some one…twenty…twos here； and what looks like two…oh…threes； eight inch； right here。〃
〃No rocket…launchers？〃
〃None I've seen yet。 That's a little odd； but they're not around that I can see；〃 Captain Williams told the gunner。
〃What about radars？〃 Colonel Ardan asked。
〃Maybe one here； but hard to tell。 It's under some camo…nets。〃 Williams selected the image with his mouse and expanded it。
〃We'll take that one on general principles。 Put a pin in it；〃 Ardan said。
〃Yes； sir。 Print up a target list？〃
〃You bet； son。〃
〃Here you go；〃 Williams said。 A mand generated two sheets of paper out of the adjacent printer； with latitude…longitude positions down to the second of angle。 The captain handed it across。
〃How the hell did we ever survive without GPS and overheads？〃 Ardan wondered aloud。 〃Okay； General； this we can do。 When？〃
〃Call it thirty minutes。〃
〃We'll be ready；〃 GUNFIGHTER promised。 〃I'll TOT the regimental mand post。〃
〃Sounds good to me；〃 Diggs observed。
First Armored had a beefed…up artillery brigade。 The second and the third battalions of the First Field Artillery Regiment had the new Paladin self…propelled 155…mm howitzer； and the 2nd Battalion； 6th
Field Artillery； had self…propelled eight…inch； plus the division's Multiple Launch Rocket System tracks； which ordinarily were under the direct order of the divisional mander； as his personal shotgun。 These units were six miles behind the leading cavalry troops； and on order left the roads they were on and pulled off to firing positions north and south of the gravel track。 Each of them had a Global Positioning Satellite； or GPS； receiver； and these told them where they were located down to an accuracy of less than three meters。 A transmission over the Joint Tactical Information Distribution System； or J…TIDS； told them the locations of their targets； and onboard puters puted azimuth and range to them。 Then they learned the shell selection； either 〃mon〃 high…explosive or VT （for variable…time）。 These were loaded and the guns trained onto the distant targets； and the gunners just waited for the word to pull the strings。 Their readiness was radioed back to the divisional HQ。
〃All set； sir；〃 Colonel Ardan reported。 〃Okay； we'll wait to see how Angelo's doing。〃
〃Your screen is right here；〃 Captain Williams told the senior officers。 For him it was like being in a skybox at a football game； except that one team didn't know he was there； and didn't know the other team was on the field as well。 〃They're within three kicks of the enemy's first line of outposts。〃
〃Duke； tell Angelo。 Get it out on the IVIS。〃
〃Done；〃 Masterman replied。 The only thing they couldn't do was cross…deck the 〃take〃 from the Dark Star drone。
SABRE SIX was now in his Bradley instead of the safer Abrams main…battle tank。 He could see better out of this one； Giusti judged。
〃IVIS is up；〃 the track mander called。 Colonel Giusti ducked down and twisted around the gun…turret structure to see where the sergeant was sitting。 Whoever had designed the Bradley hadn't considered that a senior officer might use it…and his squadron didn't have one of the new 〃God〃 tracks yet； with the IVIS display in the back。
〃First enemy post is right over there； sir； at eleven o'clock； behind this little rise；〃 the sergeant said； tapping the screen。
〃Well； let's go say hi。〃
〃Roger that； Colonel。 Kick it； Charlie；〃 he told the driver。 For the rest of the crew： 〃Perk it up； people。 Heads up。 We're in Indian Country。〃
〃How are things up north？〃 Diggs asked Captain Williams。 〃Let's see。〃 The captain deselected Marilyn Monroe and switched over to the 〃take〃 from Grace Kelly。 〃Here we go； the leading Chinese elements are within fifteen klicks of the Russians。 Looks like they're settled in for the night； though。 Looks like we'll be in contact first。〃
〃Oh； well。〃 Diggs shrugged。 〃Back to Miss Monroe。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃 More puter maneuvers。 〃Here we are。 Here's your leading cavalry element； two klicks from John Chinaman's first hole in the ground。〃
Diggs had grown up watching boxing on TV； His father had been a real fan of Muhammad Ali； but even when Ali had lost to Leon Spinks； he'd known the other guy was in the ring with him。 Not now。 The camera zoomed in to isolate the hole。 There were two men there。 One was hunched down smoking a cigarette； and that must have ruined the night vision of one of them； maybe both； which explained why they hadn't seen anything yet； though they ought to have heard something 。 。 。 the Brad wasn't all that quiet。 。 。
〃There； he just woke up a little；〃 Williams said。 On the TV screen； the head turned abruptly。 Then the other head came up； and the bright point of the cigarette went flying off to their right front。 Giusti's track was ing in from their left； and now both heads were oriented in that general direction。
〃How close can you get？〃 Diggs asked。
〃Let's see 。 。 。〃 In five seconds； the two nameless Chinese infantrymen in their hand…dug foxhole took up half the screen。 Then Williams did a split screen； like the picture…in…picture feature of some television sets。 The big part showed the two doomed soldiers； and the little one was locked on the leading Bradley Scout； whose gun turret was now turning a little to the left 。 。 。 about eleven hundred meters now 。。。
They had a field phone in the hole； Diggs could see now； sitting on the dirt between the two grunts。 Their hole was the first in the enemy bat outpost line； and their job would have been to report bac