"We're taking fire!" Peretz shouted from the weapons station down
below.
"What? That's impossible." Ramirez whirled, then stepped in behind him
to look. Lights from the control panel winked over his shoulders, while
below them the Aegean was dark and gray. "Check the look-down radar."
Peretz flipped a switch on his left and scanned the screen.
'There's something down there. Maybe a fishing--"
"Idiot, nobody's fishing here now. Not with this weather." He looked up
and shouted to the cockpit. "Salim, take her about, one-eighty, and
we'll strafe the son of a bitch."
The 12.7mm nose cannon was slaved to the radar, another of the Hind's
many well-designed, and lethal, features. While Ramirez watched--he
would have moved back into the gunnery seat himself, but there was no
time--Dore Peretz switched on the nose cannon. When the target locked on
the radar, he pushed the fire control under his right hand.