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The Iraiti in the jeep threw the charging lever on his .35-caliber. He sneered.

"You are too late."

"I am?"

"The women wore out three weeks ago. But if you are so eager to have sex with Arabs, we have a few men who can accommodate you."

Remo frowned. "How about we just skip that part and I just surrender?"

"You are not in control here."

"I have all of the secrets of the American offensive plans in my head. Just take me to someone in charge and I'll spill my guts to him."

"You will spill your guts to me or I will spill your guts into the sand."

"I'll pass," Remo said, moving on the jeep low and fast.

The startled gunner jumped into action. The perforated barrel burped, spitting fire in all directions.

Remo felt the shock waves of passing bullets fly over the back of his head. None struck him.

He came up under the startled gunner's nose and took hold of the wooden barrel-changing handle, gave it a twist, and the barrel fell into the front seat, where it set the upholstery smoldering.

"Did someone say something about guts?" Remo asked.

"I am not afraid of you," the gunner spat. "I am a Moslem. Moslems welcome death."

Remo gave the man the flat of his hand and something to thank Allah for at the same time.

"I hope you're happy now," he said after the gunner collapsed, his nose inverted and his brain full of worm tracks made by driven bone chips.

Remo went over to the tank. The tank soldier's legs were disappearing down the turret. Remo jumped up and caught them.

"I suppose you're a Moslem too," he called down.

A hollow voice echoed up from the tank's innards.

"Yes, but I am a death-fearing Moslem."

"Then you're not going to like what I'll do to you if I can't find someone in authority to surrender to."

"See Colonel Abdulla. He will accept your surrender. Gladly."

"Colonel Abdulla speak English?" Remo asked.

"As good as me."

"How many Arab women you wear out?"

"Too many to count. I am sorry I have left none for you, lusty one."

"Don't give it another thought," Remo said casually, pulling the soldier's legs in opposite directions. The splintering of his pelvic bone was louder than the soldier's anguished screams. It lasted longer too.

Colonel Jassim Abdulla was reluctant to accept Remo's unconditional surrender. He was in the middle of fornicating with a goat and was at a critical stage. To withdraw, or not to withdraw. It was a question that haunted Iraitis in peace as well as in war.

Remo, who had never seen anyone hump a goat before, had a question.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Because there are no more living Kurani men, and if I do this to my men, it would be bad for morale." The colonel's face was reddening with exertion.

By that, Remo took it to mean that Colonel Abdulla was one of the sexually misdirected Iraitis the late gunner had offered him.

The goat bleated in fear. Feeling sorry for it, Remo grasped one quivering horn and tugged. The goat slipped from the colonel's tight embrace with a slurpy pop! of a sound, leaving the colonel to pump his seed over the barren Kuran sand.

His eyes were closed, so he didn't notice that he was humping dead air.

When he was done, Colonel Abdulla came out of his crouch and noticed Remo's problem. His thick Maddas Hinsein mustache lifted with his grin.

"Why did you not mention your problem?" he said, pulling up his pants. "The goat could have waited. Goats make excellent how do you say it?-sloppy seconds."

"Pass," Remo said. "You don't seem surprised to find yourself face-to-face with an American," he added.

"The Americans are overdue. I know this. Why do you think I am busy making time with a goat? After the Marines hit the beach, there will be no more goats for Colonel Abdulla, alas."

"Spoken like an Iraiti with goatshit on his pecker. How about surrending-"

"Where are the rest of your Americans?" the colonel asked.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but there's only me."

The colonel's face fell. "You must be mad. I cannot surrender myself to one lone American. My Arab pride would suffer."

"You got it backward, Achmed. I've come to surrender to you."

"Why?"

"Don't ask me that question and I promise not to tell Maddas Hinsein when I see him in Abominadad that you like to bang goats."

The colonel gave this proposition serious thought.

"Deal," he said. He offered a hand that smelled of goat. "Shake?"

"No. How soon can you get me to Abominadad?"

His dark eyes going wistfully to Remo's bulge, the colonel sighed. "Long after your magnificent instrument has tired."

"Don't bet the war on it," Remo said glumly.