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"Not soular" Stuckey shook his head resolutely "It takes every y floo, even three cannot do it We each have a separate procedure unknown to the others that is built into the syste has been overlooked" Sarveux wasn't so sure

He held out his hand "A most impressive tour Thank you"

Foss Gly had beenCharles Sarveux Every drawback, however remote, had been taken into account and le of the plane's ascent was carefullyhours were spent in practice sessions until Gly was satisfied that the gears of the plotprecision

The site chosen was a golf course, one mile beyond the southwest end of the Ja to Gly's careful reckoning, the Priovernment plane would have reached an altitude of 1500 feet at a speed of 180 knots per hour Two British-round-to-air missile launchers, stolen from the army arsenal at Val Jalbert, were to be used for the attack They were co thirty pounds each when loaded, and easily concealed in a hiker's backpack when dismantled

The entire plan, as calculated from start to finish, was a classic in efficiency Noon the golf course disguised as cross-country skiers, and one lookout on the observation balcony of the ter, with a concealed radio trans roup was to ski casually toward the deserted clubhouse and leave in a four-wheel-drive station wagon, guarded by the fifthlot

Gly searched the sky with a pair of binoculars while his fellow conspirators asse his sight to a third of a mile

It proved a

The white curtain would shield their actions but

leave the object during the brief interval when it was visible A British Airways jet passed over and Gly tie before it ed up by the weather Barely six seconds Not good, he thought grimly Their chances of two direct hits were razor thin

He brushed the snow froht sandy hair and lowered the binoculars, revealing a square, ruddy face On first glance it was attractive in a boyish way There were congenial brown eyes and a firm-cut chin, but on closer inspection it was the nose that upstaged the other features Large andbrutal back-alley fights, it squatted between his cheeks with a strange beauty to its ugliness For soht it attractive, even sexy

The tiny radio in the pocket of his down jacket beeped to life "This is Dispatch to Field Foreman"

He pressed the transmit button "Go ahead, Dispatch"

Claude Moran, a reed-thin, pockeneral, adjusted his earpiece receiver and began talking softly into,a lapel h the observation balcony viindow at the flight line below

"I have that load of pipe, Field Foreman Are you ready to receive it?"

"Say when," replied Gly