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following the map, they left the airport, heading north.

‘They’re coming back,’ Rushia announced as the Trooper pulled away and
picked up speed.
‘Who’s coming back?’ Bond’s mind was ahead of them. Already he was
flexing his mental and physical muscl
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‘Who d’you think, dummy? Dorothy and Toto? Your friends Wolan and Nood
. . .’
‘Nolan and Wood. They’re coming back this way?’
‘Certain as the unexpected.’

‘Speak to me, Ed.’
‘Okay. Read my lips. Your two ex-FBI buddies are coming back. The DC-3
crew are waiting for them. They hired a Range Rover and they’ve got twenty
minutes’ start on us.’
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‘Then . . .’
‘You haven’t heard the best part.’
‘Well?’
‘They’re coming back with another guy. One of them told the pilot. They

want him to take them to Bracket Field, the other side of LA. You might like to
know that the other guy’s an Oriental gentleman. Old and infirm, they said.
Some charter is picking him up from Bracket Field. Right? Happy now?’
In the darkness, Bond smiled.

They drove for ninety minutes, keeping to the Columbia River on their right
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and the dark mass that was forest and mountains to their left. They went through
the town of Chelan and on, until they reached a narrow road to the left.
‘This the one that peters out into a track about twenty miles up?’ Rushia

asked.
‘About five miles from the camp, yes. Can you do it without lights?’
‘Not yet I can’t. Not if you want to get there.’
‘Pull over at any sign of lights.’ Bond already had his automatic pistol out.

The road was little more than a track, and both expressed their doubts about
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getting vehicles past each other. ‘If they suddenly come hurtling down with
their Oriental gent on board, we’re in for H’ang Chow Mein,’ Ed chuckled. ‘Or
Bondburger.’

The going was slow, and thirty minutes later it was light enough to kill the
headlights. Ten after that they saw the Range Rover.
It was pulled hard in to the right of the track and seemed empty and deserted.

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