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can't risk your accidentally tipping off the Assassins. That's why I'm leaving two men here to guard you." He pulled a compact radio phone from his coat pocket and spoke into it. "Okay, Thompson, send the men in."
Frank jerked his head toward the window and saw two figures move out of the woods. He made a break for the door, but the Gray Man snared his arm in a tight grip. Frank couldn't shake free. The average-looking man was a lot stronger than average.
While they were struggling, Gina suddenly jumped up and darted toward the door.
"No!" the Gray Man yelled, letting go of Frank and lunging after her.
Gina burst out of the motor home door, smashing it into an unsuspecting Network agent who was about to enter. The agent went sprawling, and Gina rushed past before the other man had time to react.
"Stop her!" the Gray Man yelled.
The second agent whirled around and sprinted after Gina into the woods.
Frank shoved the Gray Man out of the way and jumped out the door. The agent on the ground scrambled up and swung the barrel of his submachine gun at Frank. "Freeze!" he shouted.
Frank hesitated. Three more Network agents rushed out of the forest. He was surrounded.
A short burst of gunfire rang out from the distance. "Cease firing!" the Gray Man barked into the phone. "Cease firing! Who gave the order to shoot?" He turned to the man holding the gun on Frank. "Get him inside," he snapped.
The Network agent nodded at the door. "You heard the man. Move it." Reluctantly Frank stepped back into the motor home. The agent followed him inside and kept his eyes on Frank all the time.
The Gray Man joined them a few minutes later.
"What happened?" Frank asked. "Where's Gina?"
"She got away," the Gray Man replied.
"What about the gunshots?"
"Just a little accident. One of my men tripped on a rock. He went down, and his weapon went off. Nobody was hit."
"How do you know that one of the bullets didn't hit Gina?" Frank countered.
"If she were lying out there somewhere with a bullet wound," the Gray Man said coolly, "we would have found her.
"I hope she doesn't go back to the Assassins' hideout," he added. "The best we can hope for now is that she'll get lost and be unable to do anything we'll all be sorry for later."
***
Joe was a little lost himself. Dr. Stavrogin had explained the basic connection between his research and hydrogen bombs, and now the physicist was launching into a full-blown lecture on fusion theory.
"Excuse me," Joe cut in. "This is really fascinating, and I'd love to hear more about it sometime when we aren't stuck in an old mine shaft crawling with deranged terrorists. Right now, though, I have two important questions."
"I'm sorry," the physicist said. "Sometimes I get carried away. What is it you want to know?"
Joe glanced at the papers on the table. "First, how much information have you given the Assassins already?"
"Very little of any practical use," Stavrogin replied. "Most of these equations are nothing more than what you could find in an advanced textbook. The rest are very intricate false leads."
"Can you produce the right equations without your notes?" Joe asked.
"Oh, yes," the physicist said. "The notes are just helpful reminders." He tapped the side of his head with his finger. "All the critical data are stored in here."
"Then we'd better get moving," Joe said. "And that leads to my second question."
"You have already asked two questions," Stavrogin pointed out.
"I forgot to tell you the first one was a two-parter," Joe responded. "The second question is the really important one. Do you have any idea how we can get out of here?"
Before the physicist could answer, the door burst open and Boris barged into the room. Joe spun around just in time to have a massive fist smashed into his face. The blow hurled him back against the table, which collapsed, and papers flew everywhere. The bearded Assassin thrust the barrel of his submachine gun in Joe's face.
"You've made Boris very
Frank jerked his head toward the window and saw two figures move out of the woods. He made a break for the door, but the Gray Man snared his arm in a tight grip. Frank couldn't shake free. The average-looking man was a lot stronger than average.
While they were struggling, Gina suddenly jumped up and darted toward the door.
"No!" the Gray Man yelled, letting go of Frank and lunging after her.
Gina burst out of the motor home door, smashing it into an unsuspecting Network agent who was about to enter. The agent went sprawling, and Gina rushed past before the other man had time to react.
"Stop her!" the Gray Man yelled.
The second agent whirled around and sprinted after Gina into the woods.
Frank shoved the Gray Man out of the way and jumped out the door. The agent on the ground scrambled up and swung the barrel of his submachine gun at Frank. "Freeze!" he shouted.
Frank hesitated. Three more Network agents rushed out of the forest. He was surrounded.
A short burst of gunfire rang out from the distance. "Cease firing!" the Gray Man barked into the phone. "Cease firing! Who gave the order to shoot?" He turned to the man holding the gun on Frank. "Get him inside," he snapped.
The Network agent nodded at the door. "You heard the man. Move it." Reluctantly Frank stepped back into the motor home. The agent followed him inside and kept his eyes on Frank all the time.
The Gray Man joined them a few minutes later.
"What happened?" Frank asked. "Where's Gina?"
"She got away," the Gray Man replied.
"What about the gunshots?"
"Just a little accident. One of my men tripped on a rock. He went down, and his weapon went off. Nobody was hit."
"How do you know that one of the bullets didn't hit Gina?" Frank countered.
"If she were lying out there somewhere with a bullet wound," the Gray Man said coolly, "we would have found her.
"I hope she doesn't go back to the Assassins' hideout," he added. "The best we can hope for now is that she'll get lost and be unable to do anything we'll all be sorry for later."
***
Joe was a little lost himself. Dr. Stavrogin had explained the basic connection between his research and hydrogen bombs, and now the physicist was launching into a full-blown lecture on fusion theory.
"Excuse me," Joe cut in. "This is really fascinating, and I'd love to hear more about it sometime when we aren't stuck in an old mine shaft crawling with deranged terrorists. Right now, though, I have two important questions."
"I'm sorry," the physicist said. "Sometimes I get carried away. What is it you want to know?"
Joe glanced at the papers on the table. "First, how much information have you given the Assassins already?"
"Very little of any practical use," Stavrogin replied. "Most of these equations are nothing more than what you could find in an advanced textbook. The rest are very intricate false leads."
"Can you produce the right equations without your notes?" Joe asked.
"Oh, yes," the physicist said. "The notes are just helpful reminders." He tapped the side of his head with his finger. "All the critical data are stored in here."
"Then we'd better get moving," Joe said. "And that leads to my second question."
"You have already asked two questions," Stavrogin pointed out.
"I forgot to tell you the first one was a two-parter," Joe responded. "The second question is the really important one. Do you have any idea how we can get out of here?"
Before the physicist could answer, the door burst open and Boris barged into the room. Joe spun around just in time to have a massive fist smashed into his face. The blow hurled him back against the table, which collapsed, and papers flew everywhere. The bearded Assassin thrust the barrel of his submachine gun in Joe's face.
"You've made Boris very
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