As the lead helicopter skimmed low along the Mekong, Sam held a finger to his headset and called back to Robert in English "Sewojo here. We're almost within sight of the conference center. I wish I could say we'd be there momentarily, but- " Sam grunted and gripped the railing as the helicopter banked sharply; a rocket-propelled grenade hit the water just a little behind where the helicopter was before. It probably made a very satisfying "PLOP" sound but, alas, this was drawned out by the  helicopter's rotors and the intermittent machine-gun fire. "But the Cambodians started getting very unfriendly about halfway up our cruise of the Mekong. Clearing a path for evacuation with minimal collateral damage will be complicated." 

He took his finger off the transmitter and in a fast, but smooth and unhurried, motion drew his weapon out of his armpit holster with the freed hand and squeezed off two shots. They caught the helmeted head of a Cambodian, firing the top-mounted gun of an APC chasing them down a road along the Mekong. The gunner jerked back and disappeared into the vehicle. From this distance, he couldn't know the exact effects his shots had, but he figured it gave him a moment to finish his conversation. He holstered his revolver and resumed speaking with a finger on the headset. "There's an office bulding on the west bank of the Mekong they're using as a firing position. To get that dealt with, we'll need to get a team up to the building. If you can draw some fire off of us, that'll help; if not, we'll do our best anyways. Sewojo out."

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