"Do you know how to handle this?" Vance handed Cally the MP5 he was
carrying. He had brought it up the hill to try to take out Ramirez, but
after the fiasco with the flash grenades, he hadn't fired a shot.
"I've got a pretty good idea," she replied, some of the old pique
coming back. "Somebody'd better use it. Besides, it doesn't exactly
require postgraduate research."
"Sometimes it takes some thought to keep from getting killed." He
sighed, then proceeded to show her how the safety worked. "Okay, what I
need is for you to give me some cover when I make the move. Call it our
last-ditch effort."
"What are you going to do?"
"What else? It's time I had a talk with Ramirez. If you can't lick
them, join them."
"You're kidding." She laid down the automatic and glared. "You're going
to just give up?"
"No, I'm going to offer him a deal. Maybe it'll work, and maybe not.
But I don't know what else to do."