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He realized how that sounded.
"Nothing personal, dear lady," he added quickly, "but if this had been a main
station then it would be all over for them."
She nodded. But it wasn't a main station, and it was isolated and not well
manned. And if they got Bond before Bond got into Company protection, men they'd
still be safe and secure. That meant they would be coming in, if they weren't
already here, and fast. Tonight-and probably in numbers.
"Get some rest," she told him. "If we can hold out tonight there'll be plenty of
help coming tomorrow."
Damn! She was so tired and it looked like one of those nights she hadn't had
since Dash was a baby. At least, maybe, he'd sleep through all this. She cut the
lights in the living room, then went to the front window and looked out. It was
a stark, eerie scene at night, with the yellowish floodlights casting an Ugly
soft glow over the snow, making the structures and shadows look grotesque and
monstrous. All looked, however, quiet.
She turned, went back into the library and opened the compartment to the wall
safe and twirled the combination. Once open, she took out a large box and then
closed the safe again, putting the box down in front of her. She opened it and
removed from its form fitted foam a large but light pistol resembling a German
automatic. On it she placed a small sight-like device that more resembled a tiny
motor of some sort, screwing it in, then checking it. She set the device
according to a click stop dial, then examined the rather standard-looking clips.
She removed one, untroubled by the fact that it appeared to have no bullets in
it and no way at its shiny top to insert them, pushed a small button, and got a
tiny red symbol in a window in the clip.
Satisfied, she pushed the clip into the pistol and stuck it half inside her
jeans. Then, checking the security panel one more time, she turned out all of
the downstairs lights and then went to the intercom.
"Diane, I think we're gonna have visitors tryin' to get this guy back. Radio
Philadelphia that we will probably be under attack shortly. Get Sam on the radio
if you can. He knows this place better'n anybody. You tell 'em to call up the
line and get Stan back here with reinforcements, and watch it just comin' into
the entry point 'cause it's probably covered. Where's Cal?"
"Back up in the loft, probably. I'll notify him."
"No heroics. No use in him getting killed. Just tell him to lay low and keep
outta sight and in touch and help if he can, understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am. You want me to come up and help you out?"
"No! You stay locked in there 'til somebody from the Company with the U.S.
Marines attached gets in here. You're the only way we can talk to anybody now.
Call it in-U[now!]"
This was getting to be a real pain and fast. As bad or worse than the old days.
She also had twin concerns, neither involving herself. On the one hand, she
needed to protect this' Bond character, whether he was anything like the
fictional one or not, and she had real concerns for Dash. If anything happened
to him, or if he woke up to find dead bodies around, he might never get over it.
As it stood, she hoped she could hold out and that he'd just sleep right through
it. Hell, Dash was the kind that could sleep through World War II.
She took her position again to the side looking out the front window. The back
was potentially more vulnerable but the drifts against it were high and there
weren't that many ways in except through solid doors. It sounded like the wind