Scarecrow Returns

INSIDE THE command center on Dragon Island’s high disc-shaped tower, the Lord of Anarchy gazed at a freeze-frame of Shane Schofield, caught on a surveillance camera inside the Bear Lab.

“So who is he?” he said.

“He’s a Marine, sir. Captain Shane Michael Schofield. Call sign ‘Scarecrow,’” Typhon said. “He’s got a history.”

The Lord of Anarchy stared intently at the head shot of Schofield on the screen.

Then he read the accompanying bio . . . and grinned meanly. “How very interesting.”

He looked up. “What about the others?”

Typhon said, “We counted eleven of them in the Bear Lab, including the Russian, Ivanov, but it looks like one of their people was killed in the Stadium. Of those remaining, in addition to Schofield, I got hits on five in the military databases.”

“And?”

“Three more Marines and two French paratroopers who are now with the DGSE.”

“Let me see.” The Lord of Anarchy took a seat at the console and clicked through the service records of Mother, the Kid, Mario, Champion and Baba.

When he was done, he leaned back in his seat and smiled to himself.