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cargo pallets already offloaded from the Seven Lucky Dragons . She yanked herself down as several streams of bullets from that direction tore into the Suburban. She heard a pop coming from the office building and moved to her right, raising her head just enough to see a cloud of expanding smoke. The man in the van fired another projectile at the roof. This time she saw it explode over the building, releasing another smoke cloud.
    The black van skirted around the two Suburbans, putting their bulk between it and the machine gunners, who fired erratically now as the smoke interfered with their line of sight.
    The van’s side door slid open and a woman who reminded Vessler of the aging hippies she dealt with over in the Haight-Ashbury section of the city stepped out. Only this hippie was armed and dressed for war in all black, with body armor. The hippie opened fire in the direction of the ship. Vessler heard more gunfire from the office building where the ambushers’ machine guns had been firing from, then the machine guns went silent.
    “Is this all of you?” the woman demanded.
    “Yes!” Choi shouted.
    “Move it!” the man standing inside the van shouted, shooting a burst in the same direction as the hippie did. He followed it up with a projectile from a grenade launcher slung under the MP5’s barrel. “That tear gas isn’t going to last long!”
    “Brock, Meechim!” Vessler snapped at the two survivors from the other DEA vehicle. “Help Daniels get Pelton into the van. Danny, suppression fire on my mark… Mark!”
    Both DEA agents rose and fired long bursts, sending as many rounds as they could in the direction of the ship. The other three agents grabbed Pelton and dragged him toward the van. The man standing up inside the van fired another projectile from his grenade launcher, while the woman fired several short bursts. The two grenades the man had fired in the direction of the ship were spewing thick green and red smoke, blocking their view of most of the ship.
    “Danny,” Vessler yelled, “Move it!” Both DEA agents sprinted for the van. The others were onboard, guns pointed in the direction of the smoke. Choi and Vessler leapt in, followed by the woman, who slid the door shut as the van’s driver gunned the engine and the vehicle shot forward.
    “Who the hell are you guys?” Vessler demanded.
     
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    As Team Two moved down the hall, an Asian stepped into view ahead of them. Snarling something in Chinese, the man tried raising his AK-47, but died as three four-round bursts all hit within a heartbeat. The team sprinted until they reached the body, needing only a quick look to confirm the gunman was dead. Stephen kicked the AK away from the body while Naomi and Liam checked the stairwell where the dead man had come from. On a signal from Liam, all three opened their M203s, slipped in one of the olive drab shells and closed the breech.
    The three ran up the stairs, leapfrogging each other as one covered the other two. They had just reached the landing between the second floor and the roof access when the door above opened. A group of Asian men came staggering down the staircase. There were dressed in business clothes, but all five had pistols thrust into their belts. The team recognized the eye-watering traces of CS gas, commonly known as “tear gas,” that wafted in with the men and instantly understood what had happened.
    “Freeze!” Liam barked.
    None of the men froze. Instead, they went for their pistols. All three team members triggered their grenade launcher, the buckshot rounds turning the grenade launchers into massive large-bore shotguns. The pellets ripped into the first three men, knocking them down like bloody pins in a macabre bowling alley. Short bursts from Naomi and Stephen dropped the other two.
    The trio ran up the stairs, nimbly hopping over the bodies. On the roof, they quickly swept for more gunmen. Finding none, they raced downstairs.
     
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    Without warning, the speeding