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was whipping up out there and that'd make it maybe five below with a stiff wind
to get it down further and blow up new powder, and there wasn't a whole hell of
a lot of cover and protection out there if you wanted to get to the house
itself. Not even Eskimos could afford to just sit out there in that stuff and
bide their time, and the odds were that whoever was chasing him was no better
dressed for this kind of weather than Bond had been. Unless, of course, they had
pushed him in a guided chase to this very point, where they knew it was lightly
defended and remote and without direct Company access.
She had a sudden, horrible thought. What if it was Carlos and he picked this of
all spots to push Bond into 'cause Bond wasn't the only thing he wanted here?
One of the floodlights suddenly went out, then another. She didn't wait for the
series and got to the intercom.
"I think somebody's shootin' out the floods," she told him. "They can't wait
much longer in this weather. We need help and fast!"
"I can't get through to them," Diane reported. "I've been trying since we talked
a few minutes ago. The ham channels are jammed with static- you can't hear
anything but noise and I'm sure I don't sound any better."
"Try the CB. They may not have thought of that," Brandy told her. "Get somebody
to call the cops. Say we got armed prowlers."
"I'll try. Hold on." There was a pause for what seemed several minutes, then,
"No good. I'm getting nothing but dead air, like I'm not on antenna at all.
We're cut off." She paused a moment. "Uh oh. I'm getting energy surges and
activation sequences like mad. The alarm system's working down there now for all
the good it'll do us. Or maybe it's Cal with reinforcements."
"Maybe, but I ain't gonna bet the farm on it. Look, I'm gonna keep the intercom
on open, so you can hear what's happenin' here. You keep tryin' to get through
to anybody and I don't care who you talk to or what you got to tell 'em,
understand?"
"O.K. At least if it's going off here it's going off and registering at both
switches, too. That should bring some security people here pretty quick."
Could be. But if they had to shoot their way through it might take a real long
while.
She crept back upstairs, staying out of any light, and went back to the guest
bedroom. Bond had lapsed back into sleep, perhaps a more peaceful kind. She
thought about waking him up, but he wouldn't be much good overall, not with
those painful, bandaged feet. He wasn't going anywhere, and so what could he do?
Shoot a couple before they shot him? Maybe the guy from the movies could do it
all, but the more you looked at this guy the less you saw him doing that kind of
thing.
She checked once more on Dash, then went back downstairs into the dark. About
the only thing you could see was a couple of the little lights from the
satellite system that always sent power and a little heat back to the dish to
keep it from freezing up and the little red lights from a couple of backup
battery flashlights plugged into the walls. The one thing they couldn't do was
cut the power into here. That was fed from lines deep underground to the
substation itself and wasn't part of the regular central Pennsylvania power
system. And if they managed to cut that they'd also shut down the substation,
leaving them trapped here and their cronies down below in the Labyrinth sitting
ducks for an inevitable quick security team attack.
They, too, were taking a big chance. That thought helped sustain her. They had