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after handling that stuff,’ the doctor had told him. Now he glanced at his watch.

It had taken a very long time to get this far. By his reckoning around five hours
had passed since M had first asked him if he would undertake the job. The
Special Forces unit must already be on the way, but what of Bond? It might
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Loosening the pistol in his holster, Ed Rushia slowly rose from the rocks
and moved quickly down the slope towards the wolf pen. The small gate at the
extreme end of the enclosure was fastened only by a simple bolt, and he was
through and walking quickly towards the cage in a matter of seconds.

The seven wolves inside the edge itself seemed to become excited, even
agitated, as he approached, recoiling slightly at the smell which came from
them.
They were magnificent. Big and with long grey coats, occasionally giving a
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throaty growl as they started to crowd towards the bars of the cage.
Some six feet from the bars, Rushia squatted down, listened for any odd
sounds and then unwrapped the package, disclosing the dozen juicy and bloody
steaks which had been doctored with chloral.

When he tossed the first steak through the bars there was pandemonium as
the beasts fought over the food. So he quickly followed up with the other
steaks, running along the outside of the cage and throwing them in, one at a
time, so that they would land in different spots.

In all, it took around five minutes, and the wolves were still fighting and
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grabbing at the red meat. He had done all he could, so Rushia moved swiftly
back along the enclosure, through the gate which he bolted, then up the hundred
yards to his little eyrie where he made himself comfortable, settling behind the

rifle in case it became necessary for him to turn from Navy commander to
sniper first class.
Occasionally he viewed the wolves through the scope. They still prowled to
and fro, though he noticed that at least one of the brutes had started to stagger

as he walked, while another had lain on the floor of the cage. From time to
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time one or the other of them would emit a howl, a cross between a cry of
anxiety and a yawn.
Then he heard the noise floating from the other side of the clump of trees.

People were approaching.
Later, Rushia was to say that the total barbarity of the next few minutes left
him cold and unable to move. The little party came into sight, the huge figure of

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