"Besides, he was after bigger and more dramatic results. Pulling out his Walther, Gustat rolled onto his back and fired behind him, into the trees where she had to be hiding. Just two quick Jenks on the trigger, and then he was rolling to his right, return fire kicking up mud where he'd just been. And then, sucking in air, he let himself fall into the black water, wondering g how long he needed to hold his breath, and hoping Pol Pot was somewhere far distant." Pg.202 Cpt. 41