CARRIER 2: VIPER STRIKE By Keith Douglass

The latest reports placed the Jefferson almost fifty miles southwest of

Sattahip now, still moving away at slow speed. That news would shake

the King, and all those who still hoped that American support would

come. And it would cheer the CPT revolutionary front now bracing for a

That army attack at U Feng. At least it would hold them together until

the coup could unite the army … under the leadership of Kriangsak

Vajiravudh.

Everything was unfolding precisely as Hsiao had promised. Kriangsak

could only shake his head in wonder.

The tank’s radioman tugged at Kriangsak’s pants leg, demanding

attention.

He ducked inside the hatch and accepted the radio headset. “Kriangsak

here,” he said.

“Colonel! This is Captain Priya!” The voice was rough with static,

and nearly lost in the racket from the tank column. “Headquarters has

been captured!”

“What? Speak up!”

“I said headquarters has been captured. Special Forces broke into the

Americana forty minutes ago!”

The news shook Kriangsak. It was not a fatal blow–there were other

arms and supply caches in and near the city–but it meant that the

government knew of his part in the coup.

A pair of helicopters roared low overhead, and Kriangsak looked up

nervously. It was still too dark to see their markings, but they were

flying with lights on. That spoke of arrogance … an arrogance born of

power.

Suddenly, Colonel Kriangsak felt less confident.

0521 hours, 21 January

New Phetchaburi Road, Bangkok

Master Sergeant Phillip Loomis, U.S.M.C., crouched on the rooftop of a

service station with the handful of That Special Forces men. In front

of them was a rugged-looking box with lenses and what looked like a

telescopic sight, directed over the low wall which surrounded the flat

roof area and toward a section of the road some three hundred yards to

the east. It was still dark, but the sky was growing rapidly lighter.

It wouldn’t be long now.

“Target area’s clear,” the That lieutenant at his side noted, lowering

his starlight scope. This was a relatively open part of the city, some

three miles east of downtown Bangkok. The buildings were low and widely

spaced, almost like a suburban neighborhood back home, Loomis thought.

South of the highway was a strip of shops, temples, and patches of trees

running between the highway and the straight-line slash of Kiong Sen

Seb.

New Phetchaburi Road was a fairly major artery. Even this early in the

morning it was usually clogged with the beginnings of Bangkok’s business

day rush hour.

But the street was deserted now. Many residents had fled the area

during the fighting the day before. Loyal That soldiers had evacuated

others, knowing that the fighting would be worse today. The street was

still lined with parked vehicles, but Loomis could see no movement.

He heard them first, the clash-clank of tracks on pavement, the rumble

of diesels. The lead tank came into view a moment later, first in a

long line of trucks and armored vehicles.

Loomis pressed his eye to the telescope sight, centering it on the lead

vehicle. He flicked a switch from standby to active, and a bright spot

of light appeared on the target, near the top of the Stingray’s turret.

“Firefly, Firefly, this is Zulu Three Kilo,” he said. The pencil mike

in front of his lips picked up the words and transmitted them to a base

station a few yards away on the rooftop. The station relayed the

message skyward. “The lamp is lit. I say again, the lamp is lit.”

“Roger that, Zulu Three Kilo,” a voice said in his ear. “We see the

light. Firefly on the way.”

The lieutenant at his side was speaking rapidly in That into his own

microphone, warning friendly forces to keep their heads down. The show

was about to begin.

Loomis had been in the Marines for twenty-five years. As a lance

corporal, he’d ridden out Tet and fought his way through the shattered

streets of Hue. Three months ago he’d been on the beach at Wonsan,

working with the Beachmaster to off-load AAFV “tuna boats” as rocket and

mortar fire dug holes in the sand and Tomcats shrieked overhead. This

was the first time he’d ever fought a battle with what was in effect

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