So let’s get to it, said Quint, with his usual efficiency.
When Kyle and his companions got back to lonesti and the inn, they found Irma Dobresti pacing the floor of their suite, nervously massaging her long hands. Her relief when she saw them was obvious. Likewise her delight when they told her the operation had been a complete success. They weren’t eager, however, to detail much of what had happened in the foothills; looking at their drawn faces, she was wise enough not to pry. They might tell her later, in their own time.
That had been only half an hour ago but already Keen was cursing himself for his big mouth. His old man had been a soldier.Peter, he’d once told him,never volunteer. If they need volunteers, that’s because nobody wants the job. And on a night like this it was easy to understand why.
Red tape? Quint looked surprised.I didn’t know you used that term, er, over here
That had been only half an hour ago but already Keen was cursing himself for his big mouth. His old man had been a soldier.Peter, he’d once told him,never volunteer. If they need volunteers, that’s because nobody wants the job. And on a night like this it was easy to understand why.
The thing in black glared at Keen and its lips drew back. Its teeth were hooked together, meshing like the teeth of a shark. Keen tried to run, leap, move, but couldn’t; his feet were rooted to the spot. The thing in black raised its arm in a swift movement and something gleamed a wet, silvery gleam in the night.
Without more ado, they paid the bill and left.
Something buzzed and tingled in Keen’s head, like a sudden burst of electrical current, making him start .
He slammed backwards into the side of his car, drew breath in an audible, grateful gasp. He half turned, reached in through the open window, groped with his hand on the front seat. He found something, drew it into view . The lignum vitae bolt-broken in two halves-hanging together by a mere splinter of wood Keen shook his head in dumb disbelief, reached into the car again. This time he found the crossbow, unloaded, its tough metal wings bent back and twisted out of shape.
All true. She nodded, sighing her relief that the Englishman was of a like mind.Later, if they are determined to talk about this, they can contact me in Bucharest. There I am on my own ground, with the backing of my superiors. I am not for blaming. This was a matter of national security, a liaison of a scientific, preventative nature between three great countries, Romania, Russia, and Great Britain. I am secure. But right now, here in lonesti, I do not feel secure.
All true. She nodded, sighing her relief that the Englishman was of a like mind.Later, if they are determined to talk about this, they can contact me in Bucharest. There I am on my own ground, with the backing of my superiors. I am not for blaming. This was a matter of national security, a liaison of a scientific, preventative nature between three great countries, Romania, Russia, and Great Britain. I am secure. But right now, here in lonesti, I do not feel secure.
I agree with Irma, said Kyle.If we wait we’ll only be obliged to brazen it out-or tell the truth. And the truth, while it is verifiable in the long term, isn’t immediately believable. No, I can see all kinds of problems coming up if we stay here.
Irma showed her yellow teeth in one of her infrequent smiles.No need for getting to it, she informed.Nothing to get to. I took the liberty of packing your bags Can we go now, please?
He scanned what could be seen of the grounds. Again, nothing-or rather, something Keen’s sweep had passed over a hazy blue blur of warmth, just a blob of body heat which his special nite-lites had picked up. It could be a fox, badger, dog-or a man? He tried to find it again, failed. So… had he seen something, or hadn’t he?
Jesus Christ his unruly talent. For a moment then, just for a few seconds, he’d picked up another mind. A mind full of hate
Red tape? Quint looked surprised.I didn’t know you used that term, er, over here
He’d left the crossbow in his car, loaded and lying on the front seat. The red Capri was parked with-its nose in a field, about twenty-five yards away along the road. Keen was on the verge, his shoes, socks and feet already soaking from walking in the grass. He looked at Harkley House, standing sinister in its misty grounds, then started to back off towards the car. In the grounds of the old house, something loped towards the open gate. Keen saw it for a moment, then lost it in the shadows and the mist.
Something buzzed and tingled in Keen’s head, like a sudden burst of electrical current, making him start .
That had been only half an hour ago but already Keen was cursing himself for his big mouth. His old man had been a soldier.Peter, he’d once told him,never volunteer. If they need volunteers, that’s because nobody wants the job. And on a night like this it was easy to understand why.
There was something of a ground mist and the air was laden with moisture. The atmosphere felt greasy, and heavy as a tangible weight on Keen’s shoulders. He turned up his collar, lifted infra-red binoculars to his eyes. For the tenth time in thirty minutes he scanned the house. Nothing. The house was warm, which showed clearly enough, but nothing moved in there. Or the movement was too slight to detect.
He slammed backwards into the side of his car, drew breath in an audible, grateful gasp. He half turned, reached in through the open window, groped with his hand on the front seat. He found something, drew it into view . The lignum vitae bolt-broken in two halves-hanging together by a mere splinter of wood Keen shook his head in dumb disbelief, reached into the car again. This time he found the crossbow, unloaded, its tough metal wings bent back and twisted out of shape.
When Kyle and his companions got back to lonesti and the inn, they found Irma Dobresti pacing the floor of their suite, nervously massaging her long hands. Her relief when she saw them was obvious. Likewise her delight when they told her the operation had been a complete success. They weren’t eager, however, to detail much of what had happened in the foothills; looking at their drawn faces, she was wise enough not to pry. They might tell her later, in their own time.
Keen backed faster, stumbled and almost fell. An owl hooted somewhere in the night. Other than that there was only silence. And a soft, deliberate padding-and a panting?-from beyond the gate just across the road. Keen backed faster yet, all his senses alert, his nerves starting to jump. Something was coming, he could feel it. And not just a dog.
Jesus Christ his unruly talent. For a moment then, just for a few seconds, he’d picked up another mind. A mind full of hate
Irma showed her yellow teeth in one of her infrequent smiles.No need for getting to it, she informed.Nothing to get to. I took the liberty of packing your bags Can we go now, please?
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