Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he gained control of it to the point where, finally, he could launch three arrows with such rapidity that they were all in the air at the same instant. No, they don't.  They can't.  They're all too young.  Kids.  They're all little kids.  That they were older, bigger, and tougher than his own children was for the moment beside the point.  Clark was a man who'd operated in Cambodia and Vietnam - North and South.  Always with small teams of men with guns and radios, almost always trying to stay hidden, looking for information and trying to get the hell away without being noticed.  Mostly succeeding, but some of them had been very, very close?