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.You must shut down this new antimissile system, as you have all their other defenses.”“How do you know so much?”“We all spy on each other, even supposed allies,” La Porte said with a shrug.“There are no friends among nations, only interests.”Up on the bare battlements, moonlight reflected off the walls of the castle proper and made the stone walkway along the top seem to flow with a river of blood.Through the mirage, Jon, Randi, and Peter scouted quickly.Marty went with Peter.There were two other sentries on top, and they were quickly dispatched, then the four rendezvoused.Holding one of the FAMAS assault rifles he had picked up, Peter said simply, “Nothing.”Jon and Randi reported the same.“It's twenty-two minutes to midnight,” Randi added.“So little time.”They sped to the long, dark curving stairwell that seemed to drop into dark infinity.Behind them, Marty hung back, a twin of Ranch's H&K MP5K in both hands as if he were clinging to it for dear life.His gaze darted nervously.“The Legionnaires are busy at the entrance,” Jon told them.“That's why there aren't any more up here.We've got four stories and the towers to search.Let's split up.We can each take a floor.If anyone needs help, use the walkie-talkies.”“That's dangerous, Jon.Dividing our force,” Randi objected.“I know, but right now losing time is more dangerous.Mart?”“I'll go with Peter.”Jon nodded.“Take the ground floor.I'll do the second, and Randi the third.We'll meet at the top.Let's go.”They ran down the spiral stone staircase, Peter and Marty leading.Randi peeled off, then Jon.On the bottom floor, Peter slipped into the corridor first, Marty following.Dim electric lights were spaced widely apart and did little to dispel the dark.There were a few doors on both sides, all set into recesses in the thick walls.Marty opened each door carefully, while Peter waited, weapon up.They found no one.There was no furniture in the first rooms, an indication that at least part of the enormous historic castle was permanently unused.“You have any idea how much it costs to heat one of these medieval monsters?” Peter whispered rhetorically.Marty did not believe in rhetorical questions.“No, but if I had a computer, I'd calculate it in seconds.” He freed one hand from his heavy rifle and snapped his fingers.Peter snorted, and they continued their search.Occasionally, the noise of rapid bursts of gunfire penetrated the castle, and it seemed to them that another assault had occurred outside.Then there would be a period of silence, followed by more sporadic shots.In here, it was difficult to tell where the battle was and impossible to know whether there was an outcome, or what it was.At last, having seen no signs of Dr.Chambord, his DNA machine, General La Porte, or Captain Bonnard, and ducking into rooms to avoid the few sentries patrolling the corridors, they ran back up to the top floor, where Jon and Randi joined them.The quartet was moving down the hall, checking doors, when two soldiers rounded a corner and almost collided with them.The Frenchmen grabbed their assault rifles off their shoulders in seconds.While Marty stumbled back, his menacing submachine gun ready in case the soldiers broke loose, Randi and Jon swarmed the first one to the floor, and Peter was all over the second with his Fairbairn-Sykes stiletto.There was a sharp gasp, a silenced and muffled pistol report, and neither renegade French soldier moved again.Marty swallowed hard, gulping air.He detested violence, but his round, gentle face was resolute as he guarded the corridor while the others dragged the corpses into an empty room.The door closed, and the foursome hurried on until Jon, who was in the lead now, stopped at a corner and raised a silencing hand.He gestured to the others.They padded forward and stopped.Ahead a single sentry was posted outside the usual iron-reinforced wood door, lounging lazily against the stone wall, smoking a cigarette.His gaze was aimed away from them, focused on the door that it appeared he was guarding [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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