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"Can't be"

"I don't see anything," said Suvorov,closer

"His alpha activity is a clear nine-to-ten-cycle-per-second set of waves that shouldn't be there if he was in his prograe"

"Vice President Margolin's waves are increasing too"

"We'd better call Dr Lugovoy-" The words hardly escaped his e judo chop to the base of the skull In al a crosscut with the palist, crushing the man's windpipe

Even before his victiazed at the clock The blinking red nuovoy was scheduled to exit the laboratory in the elevator Suvorov had practiced hisno more than two minutes for unpredictable delays

He stepped over the lifeless bodies and ran fro the subjects in their soundproofed cocoons

He unlatched the top of the third one, threw back the cover and peered inside

Senator Marcus Larimer stared back at him "What is this place?

Who the hell are you?" the senator mumbled

"A friend," answered Suvorov, lifting Lari him to a chair

"What's going on?"

"Be quiet and trust me"

Suvorov took a syringe from his pocket and injected Larimer with a stiolin, who looked around dazedly and offered no resistance They were naked, and Suvorov brusquely threw them blankets, "Wrap yourselves in these," he ordered

Congressman Alan Moran had not yet awakened Suvorov lifted him out of the cocoon and lain him on the floor Then he turned and walked over to the unit enclosing the President The American leader was still unconscious The latch mechanism was different from the other cocoons, and Suvorov wasted precious seconds trying to pry open the cover His fingers seean to sense the first prickle of fear