A man who climbs a cliff cannot stop to build a ledge.
Sam jumped out of the laundry cart as the guards were putting away the laptop. One guard was big and the other was bigger.
'I could use that computer, if you don't mind,' Sam said.
Their mouths looked like they belonged to sucker fish.
The mustached fellow went for his gun at the same time Sam was kicking him with a square-on strike to the jaw that broke facial bones on the corner of Sam's boot. For a second the man swayed, unsteady; then Sam hit palm up to the nose and the man dropped, completely slack. Preferring to fight, rather than go for his gun, the second man swung on Sam and hit a glancing blow across Sam's cheek. Sam kicked to the knee and they both grabbed for the man's gun as he was going down. Grasping the gun atop the barrel, Sam twisted it toward the man's thigh when it discharged the first time. A second bullet just missed the man's genitals and again punctured the thigh.
'You better quit pulling that trigger or you're-' Judging from the guard's shrieking, something vital was hit by the third shot. At that point Sam got control of the gun and the man concentrated on grabbing his genitals. The first guy was shaking himself awake but was not ready to take on the 9mm semiautomatic.
Sam came prepared and put cuffs on the one who didn't need to hold his testicles. Then he got on his cell phone.
'Ernie, they are going to spray vectors-I told you about those-over New York, Washington, DC, Los Angeles, and Chicago. They are probably going to use dummy police choppers, but you can't count on that as the only method of application. You have three days maximum. Next get guys over here to the St. Regis, room 2004, and take custody of suspected terrorists. Deep-six these guys for three days. Make sure nobody knows where they are or if they are alive or dead. Gaudet can't know we have them or his computer, or he may change the plan.'
'Got it. Did you say computer?'
'Yeah. I know you'll want a dozen G-men around Grogg when he's playing with it.'
'You got that right.'
'The French know about Cordyceps. They think it will go in five days. It's really going in three. Verify that they aren't telling us. I have what I think will be proof of the electronic communications. Certain French officials want to profit personally by not informing the United States.' Sam explained again how the French officials could make a huge windfall profit even though the CIA had already been briefed.
Next he received a message that Figgy called. He asked Jill to call back. That way he could find out what the French wanted and avoid any questions about the transaction. No doubt they were calling everybody they knew to determine if anybody had any good reasons for canceling the escrow. And that was a call he didn't want to take.
Sam picked up the computer to take it to Grogg so that they could download every byte before turning it over to the government, along with an application by Benoit Moreau for political asylum in the United States and for protection from a hostile power-the French government. Sam had the attorney, Stan Beckworth, help her with the application the night of their meeting.
Admiral Larive was shaking. Baptiste had never seen him this angry, although it was hard to think about it given the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
'Scientists can be wrong,' Baptiste argued. 'Tell that to the prime minister and the president. The rest of the government is convinced that we were swindled. It took them only two hours past closing. The molecule's not a match, and if that's wrong, then the description of the technology is no doubt wrong as well.'
'I will get to Credit Suisse,' Baptiste said. 'What good will that do?'
'They may be sending the two hundred million out in batches. Some of it may be left.' Baptiste got on the phone and screamed for five minutes. 'What do they say?'
'They called us names in German. But they are holding fifty million, which has not been sent.'
'Excellent. You won't have to call Gaudet. He will call you. Get agents over to Credit Suisse and threaten them with everything you can think of so they don't release the rest of that money,' the admiral strategized. 'We will make Gaudet pay.'
'We need Raval, and Moreau, and we need them fast.' 'We tell Raval, we'll hunt him down and kill him if he doesn't come through.'
'We are the French government, Baptiste. Don't forget that. What we can say and what we do may not be the same. Write an e-mail to Gaudet. Tell him that we have been cheated. Tell him that he's going to pay unless he makes it right.'
'Shall I say it that explicitly?'
'He's a criminal. Be as explicit as you like, short of threatening murder. Most won't believe a thing he says and those who do will think he deserves it.'
'I will have all of our people attempt to locate Benoit, Raval, and Bowden.'
The admiral picked up the phone and called in his second in command.
Baptiste knew they were about to pull out all the stops. The admiral's career was on the line.
They let Benoit out of the box. It hadn't been long-maybe forty minutes. Green floral-print draperies of good quality and fine furniture surrounded her. It was not a hotel. Some one lived in the place and it was similar to a large Paris apartment. Instantly she knew that it would be very difficult for Sam to locate her again, unless he had somehow man aged to use a tracking device on her crate-that was doubtful. Hotels were obvious hiding places, whereas private apartments were not. One look at Gaudet, the slight leering smile, the way his eyes locked on her body, told her that he would be in no mood to be denied.
'I need to put on my special things,' she said.
'I don't care right now.'
'You always let me get ready for you. It makes me feel good.'
'I will let you play your game one more time if you promise me you will be your old self.'
'I promise. I swear it.'
'Then you can even have a bath. I know how you like them. I will wait, but don't be long. Be sure you get dressed after your bath.' Benoit wondered if he was capable of sex without cutting off a woman's clothes and playing with his knife.
Benoit went in the bath, turned on the water, then went through the bedroom into a library with a doorway onto the living area. She was ten feet from Gaudet and Trotsky.
'Did you make sure they destroyed the computer?' Gaudet asked Trotsky. 'I was very explicit.'
'Get the computer going. I do not like being cut off from the world. I want to make sure we are on schedule. Some of the atomizers were not working properly.'
'Buying more atomizers now would be dangerous. And keeping Benoit Moreau alive is dangerous.'
'The French may be pissed if we kill her. You never know who that woman is screwing.'
'With all respect, that is a rationalization. They wanted Chaperone. They got it.'
'I want to use both the cement trucks and the helicopters and we need some new atomizers to do both.'
'Why did you tell Benoit about the helicopters?' Trotsky was perplexed.
'If somehow she can communicate with the outside, I want them to think that half the plan is the whole plan. The cement trucks by themselves would do enough damage. More than the helicopters.'
'It is crazy to keep this woman alive, even as you think she might betray you. We must kill her.' 'I thought that was my decision.' True to form, Trotsky said nothing more. Benoit was convinced she knew enough and that she had to get out. Quickly she went back to the bathroom. Within seconds Gaudet was knocking on the door to make sure she was indeed taking a bath.
Then she heard Trotsky's angry shouting at Gaudet. The tone was completely uncharacteristic of Trotsky. Immediately she sensed that he had opened the e-mail. True to his word, Sam had not stopped the transaction because she was not safe. By now the French had probably figured out at least part of the puzzle-the part where they get ripped off for two hundred million dollars.
