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"How civilized," Drummond murmured.
Bolan pushed the barrel of the Detonics into Drummond's high forehead,
forcing his head back.
"At 11:35, an American-made Beechcraft C-12A Super King Air turboprop
will land," the Englishman began tonelessly. "It has been converted for
light cargo and bears Transworld Import/export markings, although it is not
one of MI5's. The pilot is Captain L. Rouballin of the KGB, and he will file
a return flight plan for Leningrad."
"The prototype is here?"
Drummond nodded.
"Give me the envelope."
Drummond hesitated a moment, then pulled it out of his inside coat
pocket. Reaching for it cost Bolan a serious spasm of pain in his left
shoulder. He felt fresh stickiness on the wad of turtleneck that he was
holding against the wound.
The envelope contained a single piece of 4-by-6-inch microfiche film.
Bolan slipped it in the back pocket of his slacks, grimacing slightly as he
did so.
Excellent. So far, so good. All that remained was to deal with the
guidance-system prototype that the Russians were so hot for. As a piece of
hardware it was not especially valuable; it was one of several which had
been bread-boarded. It was the revealed technology that the Soviets wanted.
The prototype sang openly of the secret history that had gone into its
making. He would prevent this hemorrhage of data by keeping the thing out of
their hands.
He would do this by giving it to them.
Of course, Bolan planned to make it a little bit too hot for them to
handle.
Drummond was making it clear to the Russian that he did not appreciate
being pressed into service as a stevedore. He had helped the KGBer load the
prototype into the C-12A, but he was expressing his displeasure in no
uncertain terms.
In the hangar office, Mack Bolan looked on grimly. The guy was good,
all right, but then he had to be. He was playing for his life. Bolan had
showed him the face of his potential Executioner.

4

Agent Lemon still lay against the wall, unconscious but breathing
regularly.
From the receiver on the desk in front of Bolan, Rouballin said, "Where
is specifications manual?" The Russian pilot's voice was guttural and thick
with a Slavic accent. There was a pause, and then Rouballin demanded, "What
is meaning of this?" From the anger in his tone, Bolan knew Drummond had
handed over the attache case - the case that Bolan had been carrying.
"The manual is inside," Drummond's voice said suavely. "I will be most
pleased to give you the combination to that lock as soon as I am able to
verify that the agreed upon funds have been transferred to the account, in
restitution for the advance I was compelled to make to the American, Mr.
Charon."