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get out. A really bad feeling began to gnaw at him. He hit
the transmit button. "Calvin, see about getting those people
out of that bloody car. Gary, you're with me." "And where are we going?"
"Into the bus. I don't like the way they've left it perched
there. They knew the representatives would stay inside the
car."
McCarter's premonition was given more credence when
he saw the two tails he'd spotted weren't interested in doing
anything more than picking up the survivors from the bus.
The Toyota van and Isuzu Trooper made their pickups and
turned around immediately, tangling with the Japanese po-
lice cruisers pulling into the area with whirling blue cher-
ries.
"Set up a cordon around that bloody bus right now,"
McCarter said to Ishii, "unless you want a lot of bystanders
killed, too." He pushed himself away from the car and
sprinted to the bus.
Calvin James parked beside the limousine and started to
beat on the driver's window. He was either being ignored,
or the doors were jammed.
Running with the Browning Hi-Power in his fist,
McCarter was the first man to reach the bus. Manning was
at his heels. Palming a flashlight from his coat pocket, the
Phoenix Force leader switched it on and played it over the
interior of the bus.
"Shit," he said when he saw the arrangement of explo-
sives in the aisle between the seats. An LED was counting
down from one minute forty-seven seconds.
Manning had out his own flashlight and was walking
toward the bomb. "It's not wired for a remote that I can
see. Looks like it's just a timer detonator."
"Year, but the bleeding thing has enough firepower be-
hind it to kill everyone in that limousine," McCarter said

as he slipped into the seat behind the steering wheel. The
ignition was empty of keys, and the windshield was thor-
oughly shattered.
Leaning underneath the console with his pocketknife, the
Briton quickly stripped the ignition wires. Sparks flew
when he touched them, and the diesel engine turned over
sluggishly. Still, it caught.
Ishii stuck his head into the bus long enough to see the
bomb as Manning was working on it.
"Clear the street," McCarter ordered, backing the bus
off the limousine. "I need a place to put this."
"There's a parking garage a block up," the Japanese
policeman said, "used only during business hours. It'll be