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matter of language, as the two of them spoke to each
other in what sounded like Arabic. The Spider looked

Arabic, as well, so he might be an Islamic military
adviser. Hammer wasn't a linguist. But he had picked
up a little of the language during his Gulf War tour
in Saudi Arabia and, during their conversations, he
had caught a couple of words he thought he recog-
nized.
As soon as he was alone, Hammer lay on his nar-
row pallet and waited for the feeling to return to his
arms. Each time they hung him up that way, it took
longer for him to recover. As he waited, he looked
around his cell one more time in case there was
something he had missed the first few dozen times
he had looked. Unfortunately there was nothing he
had missed. Four stone walls without windows, a
vaulted ceiling and a thick wooden door. It would
take more than a Swiss Army knife to get out of
there, and he didn't even have the knife.
Since his earliest days in the Air Force Academy,
he had been known as the Jackhammer. Part of that
was a play on his name and some was because of
the way he had dealt with the traditional hurdles of
his plebe year. He had battered his way through his
first year at the academy, and the nickname had
stuck. But since he hadn't brought a real jackhammer
with him, his nickname wasn't going to do him much
good. If push came to shove, he could always beat
his own brains out against the stone walls to escape.
But he was keeping that as a last resort if things got
too tough.
So far, though, his jailers hadn't gone beyond




hanging him by his arms while he was being ques-
tioned. Though the pain was slowly taking its toll,
he could handle it for a while. Compared to what the
pilots had suffered in the Hanoi Hilton, it was a cake-
walk. He also knew that there was still the off chance
that his SAR implant was working and that some
other guy was up there in the second Night Owl look-
ing for him.
He wondered what had happened to the guy he
had been sent up to look for. Since he had been in
the middle of the primary search area when that MiG
came out of the night, maybe the guys who were
holding him also had the owner of the other SAR