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_Those crazy, sloppy, frog-like Narakans. all thumbs and six-inch skulls. relics of the Suzi swamps. Until four-fisted Lt. Terrence O'Mara moved among them -- lethal, dangerous, with a steady purpose flaming in his volcanic eyes._
Terrence O'Mara lay flat on his back trying to keep his big body as still as possible. Despite the fact that he was stripped to his regulation shorts, a large pool of sweat had formed on the cot underneath him. The only movement he permitted himself was an occasional pursing of his lips as he dragged on a cigarette and sent a swirl of smoke upward through the heavy humid air. Then he would just lie there watching as the smoke crept up to mingle with the large drops of water that were forming on the concrete of the command post.