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Algy clicked into his wrist comm, “Georgie, this is bad. There must be 40,000 KPIs here. They’re all armed. We got three minutes. I couldn’t switch them off in that time even if they weren’t encryted.” | Algy clicked into his wrist comm, “Georgie, this is bad. There must be 40,000 KPIs here. They’re all armed. We got three minutes. I couldn’t switch them off in that time even if they weren’t encryted.” | ||
Georgie said, “Copy that, Algy. We have to turn this truck around. It is the only way.” | Georgie said, “Copy that, Algy. We have to turn this truck around. It is the only way. Oh! ''LOOK OUT!''” | ||
“What?” | |||
The giant rear doors, which had been swaying idly, suddenly swung round behind Algy and slammed shut, plunging him into a greenish dark. Algy reached for his trusty service revolver, holstered on his hip with a couple of clips of term and a snub-nosed mezzanine. | |||
''It wasn’t there.'' | |||
''The counter ticked past 3:00'' | ''The counter ticked past 3:00'' | ||
The truck rolled on. Kurzweil almost had the meddling Legal Eagle where he needed him now. He wrapped his fingers round the wheel. Now for the last touch: his Eagle Squadron cap, set at that irritating, rakish angle. This | The truck rolled on. In the cockpit, Kurzweil manhandled Boone’s insensate body, and almost had the meddling Legal Eagle where he needed him now. He wrapped his fingers round the wheel. Now, for the last touch: his Eagle Squadron cap, set at that irritating, rakish angle. Kurzweil smiled grimly: hew would spare no detail. This had to be ''perfect''. | ||
There was a sudden, ear-splitting bang to the rear. ''What the hell was that?'' It sounded like the rear doors slamming. ''Surely not!'' Kurzweil took one last look at Boone, who was still in la-la land, baffed him upside the chops for good measure, and opened the hatch to climb, back into the trailer. | |||
''The counter ticked past 2:55'' | ''The counter ticked past 2:55'' | ||
Georgie squeaked into his bike-com “Algy! Algy! Do you read me! Algy! Come in, over!” | |||
Algy hissed, “Quiet, G! He’s in here!” Algy flipped off the intercom | |||
Georgie heard the line go dead and shrieked. “Algy NO!” | |||
The big man entered the trailed, moved quietly and effectively. “Who goes there?” | |||
Algy couldn’t see ''squat''. He fumbled and groped his way to a bank of cathode-ray monitors. He squeezed himself tightly beside them and made himself very small. He scarcely dared to breathe. His breath caught in his throat. | |||
executed Putting his head through the British Army blanket that hung down between the seats and the hold, an improvised shield at best, he reversed the Webley in his grip. The old Webley that had belonged to his father during the First War.He. | executed Putting his head through the British Army blanket that hung down between the seats and the hold, an improvised shield at best, he reversed the Webley in his grip. The old Webley that had belonged to his father during the First War.He. | ||