Amazonas the Novel (Full Version)
A sharp, cold wind from the northwest was driving a fine, powder snow as Gilbert Owen crossed the parking lot of the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution. He looked up through the bare trees around the laboratory and office building and pulled in the collar of his raincoat, the heaviest garment he could lay his hands on when he left for the airport in Tennessee that morning. "Not the kind of a winter we’ve been seeing in Cape Cod lately," he thought, "I could use a more substantial coat." He hurried into the building and went up the stairs...
Week Twelve - Settlement
Munoz joined his men aboard the helicopter and the four Black Hawks lifted off and headed north over the Uaupés River into Colombia. It took only minutes to cross the three or four miles to Avila. The village, a loose assemblage of huts and fields, was scattered over the side of a hill looking south towards Iauaretê. They put down in an open area at the base of the hill and fifty-six men poured out. Immediately there was fire from the village—directed mainly at the four helicopters. The Black Hawks lifted off but one of them was struck by machine gun fire and came right back down.
Week Eleven - Hearts and Minds
Jon felt the vibration of the mobile in his pocket. Did the signal really reduce sperm count? Did it matter? Did the action ever get hot enough to erase that kind of thought? Alex’s voice betrayed his overexcited nerves. “I've just been on the line to Romanov and I need to talk to you. Can you come over—now?” He broke away from the endless task of coordinating an operation that seemed to involve everything and everybody and made his way to Alex’s office.
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