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The fuel rod Twelve feet long Sheathed in lead now, but still so dangerous, so deadly

Jack held what looked like an oversized reed He sed convulsively He tapped a button on the reh

The fuel rod hung frohtly Caine found hi to touch it But it was hot Froht beads of sweat out on Caine’s forehead

Caine heard footsteps co to look, he said, “You juun, Drake”

“Not“Howard spotted me”

“And Saray fuel rod, by the contrast between its devastating killing power and its featureless exterior

“He just pulled up with the Mexican”

Caine glanced at the hole he’d made in the do way, and clattered noisily down on soh the hole he could see the hillside, purple in the dying light of the sun

It would take Jack another ten, fifteendock In ten minutes Sam could be here

“We can’t have Sam on our butts as we move,” Caine said An idea occurred to him Beautiful in its simplicity Kill two birds with one stone

“Tih and mean as you think you are, Drake,” Caine said

“I don’t have to prove anything,” Drake snapped

Caine aze He h to whisper if he wanted to, but no, he wanted this to be very public “Drake, when I sent Diana to get Jack, you knohat? She got me Jack Now, someone needs to stop Sam, or at least slow him down Should I ask Diana to take care of that? Because she uy, after all”

Diana, bless her twisted heart, i

“Oh, Saot to be frustrated with his ice princess It shouldn’t be too hard for me to…slow him down”