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looked at Murdock. “What’s the surprise for the men tomorrow?”
    Murdock grinned. “Hey, JG, that’s what you have to come up with between now and then. As for me, I’ve got a good dinner waiting for me at home. You have fun figuring out the surprise.”
    In the parking lot, three SEALs checked out a new motorcycle, a Harley Hog.
    “How the hell you afford this?” Jaybird asked Lam, who was straddling the machine. “We’re talking twenty-five to thirty grand here.”
    “Sold my car and wiped out my savings account,” Lam said. “But she’s worth it. I’ve wanted one of these bikes since I could walk.”
    “What happens when it rains?” Ching asked.
    “Four times a year I’ll get wet,” Lam said. “Hey, I won’t melt. And no, you can’t ride her. Not until I get the first scrape or dent in the fenders. Right now I’m late to get down to the dealership. They’ve got my saddlebags in.”
    “Saddlebags?” Jaybird asked. “Yeah, she does look a little like a quarter horse at that.”
    Lam swung at Jaybird, who backed up quickly. “Comeon, Lam, insurance alone is going to cost a bundle on that thing.”
    “Not much more than my car, about five hundred a year. Now, if there’s no more flaming jealous questions, I’m out of here.”
    Lam started the Hog and turned her into gear, then eased out of the parking lot onto Silver Strand Boulevard and turned left heading for Coronado and the Bay Bridge. He had lots of time. He rolled up to the first light and stopped, putting his right foot down. Oh, yeah, now this was traveling. He might take a thirty-day leave and do the country. Be more fun with another biker. Might be a thought. He’d think it over and look for an another biker.
    The Harley-Davidson dealership in San Diego was busy when Lam parked his Hog outside and went in. He got his saddlebags and just had them mounted when three bikers in leather jackets came by and waved.
    “Brand-new machine?”
    “Hell no, she’s three days old,” Lam said. They all laughed. The others looked to be in their thirties, maybe one younger.
    “You looking for a ride? We’ve got a short run set for tonight and we need one more man to round out the foursome. Want to go on about sixty-five?”
    “Sixty-five, like in miles?”
    “Right, up toward the Laguna Mountain area,” the red-head said. “Wherever we happen to light. Should be back before midnight.”
    Lam considered it. The three looked normal enough. All had black leathers but no gang markings. One guy had a full beard that he kept trimmed.
    Lam shrugged. “Hey, why not. I haven’t had her out on the open road before. Be a kick. When are you going?”
    “Just as soon as you get your new Hog wound up. We’re all set.”
    “Let’s move,” Lam said. The three strode to their bikes, started them, gunned them for show, and then angled out of the parking area to the street and toward the nearby freeway. Lam cruised in beside the back man and they rode in a foursome square onto the freeway and headedout on the U.S. 8 interstate toward El Centro.
    “Oh yeah,” Lam whispered as they raced along at seventy miles an hour, slanting into the fast lane as one square entity passing everyone in the left lanes, now and then swinging into the number two lane to pass a slower moving rig. They raced through El Cajon and then quickly past Alpine on the freeway. Lance eased the helmet to adjust it a little, glad that the clear plastic shield kept the wind out of his eyes. They rolled up the freeway, edging up to 80mph when the speed limit changed to seventy
    Flying!
    Gradually they reduced speed and took the Descanso off ramp. They powered around the corner in front of the Descanso store and kept heading north. Lam didn’t ask where they were going. He was too pleased just to relax and ride after a vigorous day of SEAL training. He might have a sore muscle or two tomorrow, but he doubted it. He was in the best shape of his life. What more could he ask for? A great