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。 〃Ha！ It still works！〃
〃What exactly is that thing？〃 Ashley wanted to know。 All three got out of their chairs to look at it。
〃This is my baby。〃 Ryan grinned。 On opening the clipboard he revealed a typewriter…style keyboard and a yellow Liquid Crystal Diode display。 Outwardly it looked like an expensive clipboard； about an inch thick and bound in leather。 〃It's a Cambridge Datamaster Model…C Field puter。 A friend of mine makes them。 It has an MC…68000 microprocessor； and two megabytes of bubble memory。〃
〃Care to translate that？〃 Taylor asked。
〃Sorry。 It's a portable puter。 The microprocessor is what does the actual work。 Two megabytes means that the memory stores up to two million characters enough for a whole book and since it uses bubble memory； you don't lose the information when you switch it off。 A guy I went to school with set up a pany to make these little darlings。 He hit on me for some start…up capital。 I use an Apple at home； this one's just for carrying around。〃
〃We knew it was some sort of puter； but our chaps couldn't make it work；〃 Ashley said。
〃Security device。 The first time you use it； you input your user's code and activate the lockout。 Afterward； unless you type in the code； it doesn't work period。〃
〃Indeed？〃 Ashley observed。 〃How foolproof？〃
〃You'd have to ask Fred。 Maybe you could read the data right off the bubble chips。 I don't know how puters work。 I just use 'em；〃 Ryan explained。 〃Anyway； here are my notes。〃
〃Getting back to your activities of yesterday；〃 Owens said； giving Ashley a cool look。 〃We now have you to noon。〃
〃Okay。 I broke for lunch。 A guy on the ground floor directed me to a a pub； I guess； two blocks away。 I don't remember the name of the place。 I had a sandwich and a beer while I played with this thing。 That took about half an hour。 I spent another hour at the Admiralty building before I checked out。 Left about quarter of two； I suppose。 I thanked Admiral Woodson very good man。 I caught a cab to don't remember the address； it was on one of my letters。 North of Regent's Park； I think。 Admiral Sir Roger DeVere。 He served under Somerville。 He wasn't there。 His housekeeper said he got called out of town suddenly due to a death in the family。 So I left a message that I'd been there and flagged another cab back downtown。 I decided to get out a few blocks early and walk the rest of the way。〃
〃Why？〃 Taylor asked。
〃Mainly I was stiff from all the sitting in the Admiralty building； the flight； the cab。 I needed a stretch。 I usually jog every day； and I get restless when I miss it。〃
〃Where did you get out？〃 Owens asked。
〃I don't know the name of the street。 If you show me a map I can probably point it out。〃 Owens nodded for him to go on。 〃Anyway； I nearly got run over by a double…decker bus； and one of your uniformed cops told me not to jaywalk 〃 Owens looked surprised at that and scribbled some notes。 Perhaps they hadn't learned of that encounter。 〃I picked up a magazine at a street stand and met Cathy about； oh； three…forty or so。 They were early； too。〃
〃And how had she spent her day？〃 Ashley inquired。 Ryan was certain that they had this information already。
〃Shopping； mainly。 Cathy's been over here a few times； and likes to shop in London。 She was last here about three years ago for a surgical convention； but I couldn't make the trip。〃
〃Left you with the little one？〃 Ashley smiled thinly again。 Ryan sensed that Owens was annoyed with him。
〃Grandparents。 That was before her mom died。 I was doing ps for my doctorate at Georgetown； couldn't get out of it。 As it was I got my degree in two and a half years； and I sweated blood that last year between the university and seminars at the Center for Strategic and International Studies。 This was supposed to be a vacation。〃 Ryan grimaced。 〃The first real vacation since our honeymoon。〃
〃What were you doing when the attack took place？〃 Owens got things back on track。 All three inquisitors seemed to lean forward in their seats。
〃Looking the wrong way。 We were talking about what we'd do for dinner when the grenade went off。〃
〃You knew it was a grenade？〃 Taylor asked。
Ryan nodded。 〃Yeah。 They make a distinctive sound。 I hate the damned things； but that's one of the little toys the Marines trained me to use at Quantico。 Same thing with the machine…gunner。 At Quantico we were exposed to East Bloc weapons。 I've handled the AK…47。 The sound it makes is different from our stuff； and that's a useful thing to know in bat。 How e they didn't both have AKs？〃
〃As near as we can determine；〃 Owens said； 〃the man you wounded disabled the car with a rifle…launched antitank grenade。 Forensic evidence points to this。 His rifle； therefore； was probably one of the new AK…74s； the small…caliber one； fitted to launch grenades。 Evidently he didn't have time to remove the grenade…launcher assembly and decided to press on with his pistol。 He had a stick grenade also； you know。〃 Jack didn't know about the rifle grenade； but the type of hand grenade he'd seen suddenly leaped out of his memory。
〃The antitank kind？〃 Ryan asked。
〃You know about that； do you？〃 Ashley responded。
〃I used to be a Marine； remember？ Called the RKG…something； isn't it？ Supposed to be able to punch a hole in a light armored vehicle or rip up a truck pretty good。〃 Where the hell did they get those little rascals and why didn't they use them 。 。 。？ You're missing something。 Jack。
〃Then what？〃 Owens asked。
〃First thing； I got my wife and kid down on the deck。 The traffic stopped pretty quick。 I kept my head up to see what was happening。〃
〃Why？〃 Taylor inquired。
〃I don't know；〃 Ryan said slowly。 〃Training； maybe。 I wanted to see what the hell was going on call it stupid curiosity。 I saw the one guy hosing down the Rolls and the other one hustling around the back； like he was trying to bag anyone who tried to jump out of the car。 I saw that if I moved to my left I could get closer。 I was screened by the stopped cars。 All of a sudden I was within fifty feet or so。 The AK gunner was screened behind the Rolls； and the pistolero had his back to me。 I saw that I had a chance； and I guess I took it。〃
〃Why？〃 It was Owens this time； very quiet。
〃Good question。 I don't know； I really don't。〃 Ryan was silent for half a minute。 〃It made me mad。 Everyone I've met over here so far has been pretty nice； and all of a sudden I see these two cocksuckers mitting murder right the hell in front of me。〃
〃Did you guess who they were？〃 Taylor asked。
〃Doesn't take much imagination； does it？ That pissed me off； too。 I guess that's it anger。 Maybe that's what motivates people in bat；〃 Ryan mused。 〃I'll have to think about that。 Anyway； like I said； I saw the chance and I took it。
〃It was easy I was very lucky。〃 Owens' eyebrows went up at that understatement。 〃The guy with the pistol was dumb。 He should have checked his back。 Instead he just kept looking at his kill zone very dumb。 You always 'check…six。' I blindsided him。〃 Ryan grinned。 〃My coach would have been proud I really stuck him good。 But I guess I ought to have had my pads on； 'cause the doc says I broke something up here when I hit him。 He went down pretty hard。 I got his gun and shot him you want to know why I did that； right？〃
〃Yes；〃 Owens replied。
〃I didn't want him to get up。〃
〃He was unconscious he didn't wake up for two hours； and had a nasty concussion when he did。〃
If I'd known he had that grenade； I wouldn't have shot him in the ass！ 〃How was I supposed to know that？〃 Ryan asked reasonably。 〃I was about to go up against somebody with a light machine gun； and I didn't need a bad guy behind me。 So I neutralized him。 I could have put one through the back of his head at Quantico when they say 'neutralize；' they mean kill。 My dad was the cop。 Most of what I know about police procedures es from watching TV； and I know most of that's wrong。 All I knew was that I couldn't afford to have him e at me from behind。 I can't say I'm especially proud of it； but at the time it seemed like a good idea。
〃I moved around the right…rear corner of the car and looked around。 I saw the guy was using a pistol。 Your man Wilson explained that to me that was lucky； too。 I wasn't real crazy about taking an AK on with a dinky little handgun。 He saw me e around。 We both fired about the same time I just shot straighter； I guess。〃
Ryan stopped。 He hadn't meant it to sound like that。 Is that how it was？ If you don't know； who does？ Ryan had learned that in a crisis； time presses and dilates seemingly at the same time。 It also fools your memory； doesn't it？ What else could I have done？ He shook his head。
〃I don't know；〃 he said again。 〃Maybe I should have tried something else。 Maybe I should have said； 'Drop it！' or 'Freeze！' like they do on TV but there just wasn't time。 Everything was right now him or me do you know what I mean？ You don't 。 。 。 you don't reason all this out when you only have half a second of decision time。 I guess you go on training and instinct。 The only training I've had was in the Green Machine； the Corps； They don't teach you to arrest people Christ's sak