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and her boots hit his knees.
He sailed four feet high and ten feet into the lobby with her body folded in
two. When he landed, his chest pinned her legs, her torso whiplashed, and the
back of her head was crushed flat on the marble floor. George pounced to his
feet and ripped the weapon from her hand. He stuffed her phone and radio in
his pockets, then grabbed her by the belt and slung her lifeless body into the
elevator. He locked the doors and left the key on the chair she had used to
reach the lock.
George laid a small rug from near the entry door over the gore where she had
died and used the gloves to wipe up the blood trail to the elevator. He was
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about to charge out the back door to see if he could find a car to hot wire
when he heard keys in the entry door and looked up to see an old man smiling
and waving at him.
The man wore a mismatched custodial uniform and carried two mops.
As he entered, he said something in Greek.
"English?" George said, certain he was flushed and looked like an escaped
hostage who had just killed his captor.
"I was wonder if elevator still to not work."
"Yes "
"Work?"
"No. "
"Not to work."
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"Right."
"Okay. Howdy, English, how are you?"
"Fine. Good bye, sir."
"Bye bye to you."
Chloe set her Uzi, gripping it with her right hand, and reached with her left
to open the door. As soon as Hannah stopped the car in the shadows of an alley
three blocks from Chloe's target, she stepped out and moved quickly.
Tempted to look back or to glance from right to left for GC
Peacekeepers, Chloe kept her eyes on the storefront, where earlier that day
she had watched the bombing of Petra on television. The place was dark, but in
the back were at least two apartments with lights burning.
She banged loudly on the glass door with the heel of her hand. It would be
customary for the locals to ignore such a knock, assuming a drunk was
stumbling around at that hour of the night.
So she persisted until she heard someone call out, "Closed!"
She banged and banged some more. Finally a light and a door, and a craggy man
in a bathrobe and slippers ventured out. "What is it? Who are you?"
"G!" she stage whispered. "Open up. Just a moment, please."
He came, scowling, but would not open the door. "What do you want?"
"I have an urgent message for you, sir, but I don't want to yell it aloud."
He shook his head and unlatched the door but would open it only a couple of
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inches. "What's so urgent?"
"I wanted to tip you off, sir, about a sweep through this neighborhood
tonight, probably later."
"A what? A sweep?"
"A raid."
"Looking for what?" he said, pointing to his forehead and his .
"For that," she said. "You are a loyal citizen, so we wanted to warn you early
so you would not be alarmed."
"Well, you alarmed me!"
"I apologize. Good night."
He slammed and locked the door without a word, and Chloe hurried back to the
car. "Well, that went well," she said. "Zap anybody?"
Hannah pulled away. "That?"
"With the ray gun."
"Is this how you cover your fear? Banter?"
"Must be. I'm numb all over."
"I saw no one, Chloe. I don't know what that means. Either they're very, very
good, or we're paranoid."
"Probably both. We could hang around and see if the GC come looking for the
underground."
"I hope you're not serious."
"of course not, but you have to admit it would be fun. Especially when they
ask that old guy if he was tipped off about the raid."
"Where to now, Batgirl?"
"I feel like we're sitting ducks, Hannah. We can't call Mac unless we know
he's somewhere he can talk. Chang will tell us what he can when he can. I say
we look for somewhere we can wait without being seen, and watch for Mac and
George."
"You're dreaming."
Rayford had been assigned a tent at Petra and was about to settle down for the
night. He couldn't imagine sleeping after all he had experienced. As he
studied the stars, he heard his phone, rolled up onto his side, and dug it out
from his bag. He didn't recognize the calling number.
Rayford affected a Middle Eastern accent he was sure was awful.
"This is Atef Naguib," he said.
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"Who is calling, please?"
"I memorized two numbers," the caller said. "Yours and Chang's.
But this is not a secure phone, and I didn't want to expose him."
"Sebastian?" Rayford sat up. "They found you?"
"mho's they? I just busted loose. Is there a safe house around here? Somewhere
I can crash until I figure a way out?"
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