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handed over the package, carefully wrapped in tinfoil, Rushia had taken hold

of it gingerly as though it were a bomb.
‘For heaven’s sake, don’t let any humans near those,’ the doctor had said.
‘There’s enough chloral in them to put an army out for a couple of weeks.
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beasts.’
We don’t know if I’m going to get within spitting distance of them either,
Rushia thought. Then they went over the maps for the last time, took him up on
deck and loaded him into a helicopter.

They flew in very low over the sea, hovering just off the PCH to let him
down the rope dropped from the main door. Rushia hit the ground with
adrenaline pumping, moving fast into the rocky area sloping away from the
highway.
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It proved to be five miles of very heavy going. The ground undulated, and he
thought that seeing it from the air did not prepare you for dealing with the real
thing. It took almost two hours, as he was careful to dodge between rocks and
keep his eyes skinned for sentries or look-outs which he was pretty certain

Brokenclaw would have posted around the western limit of the property. But
there were none, and when he finally reached a rock-strewn bluff overlooking
the house, Rushia saw why.
A short distance below him, men worked hard to clear the wreckage of a

helicopter. He only hoped to heaven that Bond had not perished in what must
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have been a nasty crash. Something had to happen soon. It would be dusk in
less than two hours.
Carefully he scanned the entire area through the binoculars. The wolf pen

was way over to his right, but he thought there was a useful piece of high
ground from which he could operate. It took a good half-hour of painstaking
movement to bring him to the chosen site – the top of a mound which was
heavily scored with rocks and boulders.

Below, about a hundred yards away, he could see with his naked eyes the
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long wolf pen and the big low cage in which the beasts prowled. They looked,
he thought, mightily excited, but, if he were to do the job properly, he would
have to risk being seen, or even caught. Hunkering down behind the rocks, he

removed the pack and laid everything but the side-arm on the ground. Lastly, he
pulled on the pair of surgical gloves they had given him and opened the pack,
bringing out the foil-covered package. ‘Don’t want you licking your fingers

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