He was so fat hecouldn't squeeze through the hatch of an armored personnel carrierwithout greasing his ponderous gut. Cruzhad lain on his back with his body twisted and his legs to one sideuntil he thought his abdomen would rip apart from the stress. By the door stood Johnson and Daugher. No, that wasn't quite right.
Sanchez, standing on the other side of Cruz from Montoya, lookedghastly pale. There was rifle fire to the south, and close. This consisted of some open areas, a ring road, a fence inabsolutely terrible shape, and thirty-three ammunition bunkers made upof very thick concrete. No matter; the point was never really to solve theproblem, so much as it was to have a lovely conference by a lovelybeach at someone else's expense.
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