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6

General Wilson leaned across his desk and spoke into the intercom.
"Buzz me as soon as you get through to that number. Immediately!" He clicked
it off without waiting for a reply. He swiveled his massive leather chair
around to face the two majors standing next to his desk. "Is everyone
accounted for?"
"Yes, sir," Major Thompson said.
"Injuries?"
Major Felder cleared his throat as if embarrassed. "Well, sir, two.
Corporal Donner's trick knee went out when he was climbing the crates, and
Private Simms skinned his elbow when he fell on the macadam."
"That's it?"
"Yes, sir."
General Wilson leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "Well, that's not
too bad then. Not too bad at all." The telephone buzzed and he snatched up
the receiver. "General Wilson here. I'm calling in reference to Colonel
Phoenix. That's quite all right... I understand the need for security. In
fact, your Colonel Phoenix has taught me a whole new lesson on that
subject... Yes, we followed his plan all the way.... Just a few minor
injuries.... No, I used my best marksmen, or markspersons, I guess, since
two of them are women. They kicked up some splinters, but never came close
enough to harm your man or his pigeon... Oh, he was a perfect gentleman.
We're going to have to replace some lighting fixtures and doors, but
otherwise he kept the live bullets a comfortable distance away. The woman's
gun had the blanks, so he let her do the actual killing.... Personally, I
thought my men overacted a bit, but I'm assured they were quite convincing
in fact.... Yes, I understand. No problem. Just one other thing I'd like to
say. That's a hell of a soldier you've got there. A hell of a soldier... No,
I want to thank you. And him. If I hear any more I'll be in touch. Goodbye."
The general replaced the receiver and leaned back into his chair. "A hell of
a soldier," he repeated.
"Yes, sir," the majors chorused.

7

"Take that road," Bolan pointed.
"That's not a road," Tanya complained. "It's matted grass."
"Take it." She did. "Where are we going?"
"It's your country," he grinned. "I thought you'd know."
"I'm not familiar with this area."
"Me neither, but I know this is the right way."
"How do you know?"
"Because it's taking us away from them."
He hooked a thumb over his shoulder.
Tanya didn't smile. "That was a remarkable escape we made"
"Nothing that a dozen trained soldiers couldn't have done," he
muttered. "You people still interested in this space gun here?"
She shrugged. "We might be for a few hundred deutsche marks. But what
will you do now?"