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"Just tell us what they are," Deutsch interrupted.
"Yes, sir." Dane picked up a piece of paper, the flimsy sheet amplifying the slight trembling of his hands, and began to read. All four, it turned out, were ...
"Not one of those is worth the fuel it'll take to get there," Halloran snorted when he'd finished.
"Perhaps you'd prefer to take out the Ghost Focus?" Ama suggested acidly.
"Not funny," Jonny murmured as Halloran's expression darkened. It'd been certain for months that the Trofts had a major tactical headquarters somewhere in Cr...
All of which, belatedly, Ama seemed to remember. "You're right, Jonny," she said, ducking her head in a local gesture of apology that even Jonny found provin...
Halloran grunted a not-quite-mollified acceptance. "Anyone have any genuine suggestions?" he asked.
"What about that shipment of electronics spares that was supposed to come in yesterday?" Deutsch spoke up.
"It's here," Dane nodded. "Locked up in the old Wolker Plant. But that won't be easy to get to."
Deutsch caught Halloran's and Jonny's eyes, cocked a questioning eyebrow. "Sure, why not?" Halloran shrugged. "A commandeered plastics factory's bound to hav...
"You'd think they'd have learned that by now," Deutsch said, getting to his feet and glancing around the room at the team leaders. "Looks like we won't be ne...
Technically, none of the Cobras had the authority to close the meeting, but no one seemed eager to mention that fact. With little conversation and even less ...
"Now," Deutsch said, addressing the latter, "let's see what you've got in the way of blueprints for this plant."
Ama's expression was thunderous, but as it was clear the other two weren't going to make an issue of Deutsch's action, she apparently decided not to do so ei...
The planning session lasted until late afternoon, but Jonny was still able to make it back to the Tolans' apartment before the sundown curfew. Two of the usu...
Later that night, lying on his thin mattress, Jonny contemplated that possibility himself. Some day, he suspected, he would reach the point where walking int...
So in the last minutes before drifting off to sleep he mentally listed all the reasons he had to come through this mission alive. Starting, as always, with h...
* * *
The clock circuit built into their nanocomputers was at the same time the simplest and yet one of the most useful bits of equipment in the entire Cobra arsen...
And in exactly twelve minutes and eighteen seconds the gadget would once again pay for itself. Wriggling down the long vent pipe he'd entered from the Wolker...
At one point the Trofts had relied heavily on portable black box sensors to defend converted civilian buildings like this, a practice the underground had gon...
Almost.
Ahead of him Jonny could see a spot of dark gray amid the black. The grille leading into the main building, probably, the faintness of the background light i...
The crucial question, of course, was whether or not all the dead-man switches could be deactivated in the microsecond before their owners were wiped out in t...
He'd reached the grille now. Boosting his optical enhancers, he studied it for alarms and booby-traps. A current detector from his equipment pack located fou...
He was suspended some five meters above the floor, his vat the largest in a row of similar structures. Four meters away, at eye level, was what looked like t...
Given Troft security thus far, Jonny expected nothing in the way of booby traps to be set up on the floor below. Still, he had just seven minutes to get into...
The night before he had warned himself of the dangers of apathy. Now, for one awful instant-all the time he had-he recognized that overconfidence extracted a...
The flying wall reached him, and he had just enough time to notice it was actually a net before it hit, wrapping itself around him like a giant cocoon. A spl...
And Jonny was captured . . . which, since he was a Cobra, meant that he was dead.
His body didn't accept that fact so quickly, of course, and continued to strain cautiously against the sticky mesh digging into his clothing. But the limitin...
Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, a direct neural stimulation alarm went off from the sensor monitoring his heartbeat.
He was falling asleep.
It was the enemy's final stroke, as inevitable as it was fatal. Pressed against the skin of his face, the contact drug mixed with the adhesive on the net was...
His tongue was a lump of unresponsive clay pressed against the roof of his mouth. With all the will power remaining to him he forced it to the corner of his ...
Somewhere far off he thought he heard a crisp acknowledgment, but it was too much effort to try and understand the words. It was too much effort, in fact, to...
The darkness rose and swept gently over him.
* * *
The nearest building to the Wolker Plant was an abandoned warehouse a hundred meters due north of the plant's main entrance. Crouched on the roof there, Call...
For the moment the fact of Jonny's death hardly touched his thoughts. Later, perhaps, there would be time to mourn, but for now Halloran's duty lay solely wi...
With his light amplification on at full power the night around him seemed no darker than a heavily overcast afternoon, but even so he didn't spot Deutsch unt...
The precaution proved unnecessary. Even with ankle-breaking zigzags tangling his path, Deutsch took the intervening distance like a ground-hug missile, and i...
But it was clear the Trofts weren't going to be content with simply driving the Cobras away. Even as Halloran slipped across the roof and down the far side t...
Deutsch was waiting for him on the ground, his face tense in the faint light. "You okay?" Halloran whispered.
"Yeah. You'd better get going-they'll be swarming around like ants in a minute."
"Change that 'you' to 'we' and you've got a deal. Come on." He gripped Deutsch's arm and turned to go.
The other shook off his hand. "No, I'm staying here to-to make sure."
Halloran turned back, studying his partner with new and wary eyes. If Deutsch was unraveling . . . "He's dead, Imel," he explained, as if to a small child. "...
"His self-destruct hasn't gone off," Deutsch interrupted him harshly. "Even out here we should have heard it or felt the vibrations. And if he's alive . . ."...
He left the sentence unfinished, but Halloran understood. The Trofts were already known to have live-dissected at least one captured Cobra. Jonny deserved be...