Warning Order

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Without missing a step, a tall, lanky jogger, dressed in a heavy blue sweatsuit, put a gloved hand to his forehead as he shielded his eyes from a glaring searchlight. He waved to the men aboard the patrol boat, consciously making an effort to look directly at them. Over the sound of the idling engine he could faintly hear muffled voices speaking in Russian.

A silhouetted figure, standing on the bow, held a boat hook in one hand as he stared suspiciously at the jogger. He raised his other hand then gave a downward turn. The boat coxswain responded by slowly pulling back the throttle to slow ahead. He cautiously maneuvered the boat closer to the riverbank, relying on the lookout to spot any hazards. The blue-white beam of the searchlight swung from port to starboard across the bow of the Russian harbor craft, lighting up the shoreline. The beacon served as an intimidating prelude to death for those who dared attempt a desperate dash to freedom. As the boat drifted closer to the shoreline, one of the Russian’s onboard came more clearly into the jogger’s view. It was then he spotted the AK47, menacingly pointing directly at him. All he could hope for was that the Russian wasn’t trigger happy.

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