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"I don't want you doing a thing until I get there, Bill, and I mean it," Sam
growled. "One slip and my son's a memory and I will hold anybody and everybody
responsible for that."

3.
The Many Faces of the Enemy


It was your standard, garden-variety motel, mostly empty in the off season and
not very fancy, with several rectangular blocks of single-room units in back of
a combination office and restaurant. They had taken only two rooms, but it
wasn't crowded. In spite of the temperature, the bulk of the kidnappers-the
Company agents estimated that they totaled fifteen-remained in the vans and
rotated inside the rooms.
"They pretty well stay in the vans except at shift change or when one from
inside comes out to talk," Markham told Sam. "The better to guard the rooms with
big guns without being seen. We've checked the area and I'm pretty sure that
there's nobody on the roofs and no ugly surprises. They have the vans at each
end of the block and that gives them pretty good coverage. Nobody's going out
the back-it's a cinderblock wall, no windows."
It was about two-thirty in the morning and in spite of it being in North
Carolina it was cold; damned cold. The top of the motel unit was heavy with
smoke from the condensation from the master units inside, and you could see the
breath coming from everyone who now surrounded the place.
Sam was both worried and impressed. He'd been rushed to a field about three
miles from the place by helicopter from State College in just a little more than
two hours, and from there by car to the parking lot.
"You think you got enough men here?" he asked sarcastically. It looked like a
small army. "They must be idiots not to have spotted somebody by now."
"We've kept well back," Markham told him. Sam was both impressed and touched
that the chief of security for many worlds had taken the time and trouble to be
here. "The main idea was to keep the place locked up. No sirens, no local cops,
and people in general have been allowed to come and go without even taking a
second glance. We're pros, Sam."
"How'd you do this without the local cops wanting to muscle in?"
"The usual. They got a call from DEA in Washington validating our credentials.
They think these boys are the center of a big Colombian coke ring that we're
nabbing during a meet and that might not be too far from the truth. We've gotten
some prints now from the restaurant where they ate over there and some of these
are very bad boys. This is a contract job, Sam. I'm pretty sure this is all
local talent."
By "local" Sam knew that Bill didn't mean North Carolinian or even American; he
meant they were natives of this Earth.
"No Ginzu or whispery voiced fellow with a Midwestern accent, huh?"
Markham shook his head. "No, we figure they split early, maybe before they even
left central Pennsylvania. There's even a possibility that there was a full crew
switch someplace and that none of these were anywhere near your house. We'll
find out some of that from Dash when we get him."
Sam looked again at the two vans and the motel block. "Yeah, well, I appreciate
your waiting for me. If all goes well I want to be here for Dash, and if not,