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Cormack had pushed the MEP patrol boat to its limits. He had no idea how much time he had. The police radio on the center console was already blaring with reports of the initial explosions at the front of the courthouse. Every emergency responder from every unit of every police, fire, and rescue force in Boston and any nearby town seemed to be headed for the area to help, and to catch whoever was responsible. But Cormack knew they had no assets on the water. He was the only hope to keep Carpio and his brother from escaping into the harbor, and from there to safety.
He barely slowed the boat down as he pulled into the pier by the World Trade Center, a quarter of a mile from the courthouse, to allow Cicero Andolini to jump on. He’d considered pushing the attack on his own—he was worried that even a slight delay in getting to the scene would allow Carpio to escape—but he knew that would be foolish. He couldn’t drive the boat and shoot at the same time, and he knew Carpio’s brother had two well-armed Coast Guard attack boats. Alone, he’d be useless. With Cicero he might not be much better, but at least one of them could drive and the other could shoot. That would give them a glimmer of hope.
“What’s going on, Boss?” Cicero shouted as he landed on the deck. Cormack floored the engines again, and Cicero was momentarily thrown off balance.
“Carpio’s brother’s got attack boats!” Cormack shouted back. “They’re going to try to break him out from the water!” He pointed to the sack on the deck. “There’s guns in there. I don’t know which are loaded, but take your pick!” He was weaving around a cargo ship, and they were fast approaching the pier in front of the courthouse.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“We’ve got no choice, gotta fight with what we’ve got.”
“We’ll be outgunned,” Cicero pointed out, pulling out an assault rifle.
Just then, they saw the missiles go up from the two boats in the harbor, off the shore near the courthouse. They wandered aimlessly for a moment before acquiring their target and heading toward land with purpose.
“That looks like an understatement,” Cormack replied.