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and why it had had to happen. I just wanted to get out of this room in one
piece.
"As I said, Mr. Frampton, the lights were up and I ordered the shoot.
Maybe if the three snipers were debriefed they could ..."
He looked at my lips but my words seemed not to register.
"You have let a serious problem develop in Central America, Stone. Do
you not realize the implications?"
"No, sir' he always liked that.
"I don't, sir."
His right hand came off his hip and he stared at the face of his watch.
"No, sir, that's right, you don't, sir. Because of you, we, the
Service, are not influencing events in a direction favourable to Britain."
He was starting to sound like a party political broadcast. I couldn't
have cared less what was happening in Central America. All I was worried
about was now, here.
The Yes Man sighed as he loosened his scarlet tie and opened his
collar. Some beads of sweat dribbled down the side of his flushed face. He
thumbed behind him in the direction of Sundance.
"Now, go with this man to collect the tape and all the other material
that you claim to have on this operation, and I'll see about trying to save
your backside."
"I can't do that, sir!"
He stiffened. He was starting to lose it.
"Can't do that, sir?"
I'd have thought it was perfectly obvious, but I didn't want to sound
disrespectful.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Frampton, but I need to make sure you don't have a
change of heart about me." I chanced a smile.
"I like being alive. I understand the reasons why the snipers were
killed. I just don't want to join them."
The Yes Man crouched down so that his eyes were level with mine. He was
struggling to control a rage that was threatening to burst out of his face.
"Let me tell you something, Stone. Things are changing in my
department. A new permanent cadre is being installed, and very soon all the
dead wood will be cleared away. People like you will cease to exist." He was
nearly shaking with anger. He knew I had him by the bollocks, for now.
Fighting his rage, he kept his voice very low.
"You've always been nothing but trouble, haven't you?"
I was averting my gaze, trying to look frightened and I was a bit. But
unfortunately I caught sight of a large, freshly squeezed zit below his
collar line. He didn't like that. He stood up abruptly, and stormed from the
room.
Sundance shot me a threatening glare and followed him.
I tried to listen to the mumbling going on between the four of them in
the garage, but with no luck. A few seconds later car doors slammed, the
shutter went up, and the car reversed out. The shutter hit the floor once
more, and then everything went quiet.
Except in my head. One half was telling me everything was OK. No way
would he chance the job being exposed. The other was telling me that maybe
he really didn't care what I was saying. I tried to make myself feel better