“Czajka,” Jates called from below, unseen through the dense tangle of branches that reached up and outward for sunlight. “You think your big mouth is louder than Kowalski’s?” “No, I just think I got some tricks up my sleeve.” Dave took a series of deep breaths, filing his lungs. Tugging the microphone in front of his mouth, he dialed up the volume and shouted, “The Army won the battle of Fallujah!” No reply for one, two, three- Then, muffled from far off a voice called out, “Bullshit!”
