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And that’s all there was to it. The driver emerged and while his door was open there was the slight rustle of the needle guns firing. Powerful electromagnetic fields hurled out the tiny slivers of steel. Each one tipped with a powerful sleeping drug. The driver folded down neatly onto the road as I jumped forward, flashlight in one hand, gun ready in the other.
My precautions were not needed. The car was filled with the gross and snoring forms of the secret policemen. And, as a measure of our marksmanship, a frightened and conscious Flavia sat in their midst.
“You have been saved,” I said taking her hand and helping her from the car. And dropping the hand quickly as my wife appeared, brushing dust from her skirt and firing up the furnaces in her eyes. Jorge took over where I left off, not only taking the abandoned hand but kissing it passionately. He was a great one for kissing was Jorge.
“Other than the fact they almost ran me down it was a satisfactory operation,” Angelina said. “All we have to do now is put the driver back into the car with a thermite grenade in his lap.” I sighed and gave her hand a good kissing, a la Jorge, since it seemed a nice thing to do. “I died a thousand deaths while the ancient brakes on this vehicle labored to do their job. Next time I lie under the tree and you shoot the Ultimados. James, Bolivar, would you be so kind as to lay these sleeping uglies out of sight in the woods. Please help yourself to what you might need from their pockets. Jorge-that’s it, let her hand dry off for a minute-can you drive this car?” “Of course! Do you think I am a peasant?” “Never! Sorry. Can you think of a place to drive it to where it won’t be found for awhile?” “Of course, A nice high cliff above the bay where it will hurtle down into the sea and rest there for eternity. “ “I think that will be long enough. So that is your job. Yes, that’s right, a few last quick kisses for Flavia’s hand and you can take off.” We all waved as the police car rocketed away. Flavia turned to face us and I noticed for the first time that one eye was half-closed and she had bruises on her face.
“I’ll get the medkit,” Angelina said. “And if I had known that they had worked you over-those Ultimados would be having a far longer sleep.” “I can find no way to thank you,” Flavia said, with feeling. “Not only for saving me, but for what you plan to do. Jorge told me everything. Can you do all that you say?” “He can do anything,” Angelina replied, applying antiseptic cream. “With a few certain exceptions as long as I’m around. “ “All finished. Dad,” Bolivar said, emerging from the woods with an armload of clothing. James was behind him, laden with shoes. “We saw what they did to this young lady so we figured it would be nice if they had to walk back to town naked and barefoot.” “Most considerate. Flavia, these are our sons, James and Bolivar.” They shook hands enthusiastically, while Angelina patted my arm and smiled. “Love at first sight, I can tell by the way they crinkle their eyes. Now shouldn’t we get moving?” We got. Climbing up the road to the plateau, then turning onto the main highway, following Flavia’s instructions.
“Once we get into the interior we will be safe, for the Ultimados only dare venture there in armed convoys. But there will be immense difficulties in penetrating the Barrier. “ “What is that?” I asked.
“It goes right across the continent and is impossible to get past except at the guard stations. Barbed wire, layers of it, electrified steel mesh fence with poison barbs in the top, concrete walls, mines, detectors of all kinds. Completely impassable.” “Sounds easy enough to get by,” Angelina said. “Jim, open another bottle of that nice champagne to settle our nerves while you work out a plan.” Flavia sat on the jump seat sipping daintily at her wine. I barely tasted mine; there had been enough drinking for one day.
“Tell me about the guard stations,” I said.
“They are small forts that span the road, which . is then completely sealed to passage by double steel gates. Many troops are stationed in the forts and they have heavy weapons of all kinds. In order to pass . you must have proper identification. And everything is searched. We will never get by.” “Never,” Angelina said firmly, “is a word that our family does not contain in its vocabulary. What do you think, Jim? The barrier or the guard station?” “The station, of course. It is easier to deal with people than trying to blast our way through all that concrete and hardware. How much further do we have to go?” Flavia looked out at the next signpost caught by the beam of our headlights. “Two hundred kilometers, perhaps a little more.” “Did you hear that, James?” “Got it.” “Log it then, so you can turn on the radar about forty Ks out. You should get a good image. Stop when you’re ten Ks short of the target and we’ll go to action stations.” I could see from her expression that Flavia thought we were mad. Rich tourists in an old car-about to take on the cream of the army. She, as well as they, had a few surprises in store. I sipped a little more champagne as I went over the details of the plan in my head.
“There it is,” James said some time later as Bolivar drew the car over onto the shoulder of the road. “You don’t even need the radar screen.” How right he was. The twinkling lights of the Barrier stretched out of sight in both directions. While directly ahead was the floodlit bulk of the guard station. It looked ominous and impregnable. I could see Flavia shiver and I wondered if I shouldn’t do a little shivering myself. Never! This world was mine for the taking. Zapilote was doomed. We could not flinch back from the first challenge.
“Now hear this,” I ordered, slipping a case from under the seat. “These nose plugs will keep you awake while everyone else is being gassed to sleep. Angelina, kindly explain their use to our guide before we advance. Bolivar, close the top. James, arm the gas jets.” There was a smooth whirring as the armored steel top of the open car slid into place. I nodded approval. “We’ll do a dry run on the windows. James, you will close them when I say now!” There was an echoing thud as all of the windows slammed shut in a fraction of a second. “Good. Now switch me control of the laser ca
Chapter 10
Of course it was a very slow attack. The longer it took them to discover our nasty intentions the better our chances of success. So we rolled into battle with stately majesty as I broke out another bottle of champagne and labored over the cork. I was still struggling with it as we slowed and stopped before the riveted steel gate. Floodlights burned down and gun muzzles poked out of slits in the stone wall.
“Open, I say, open!” I shouted leaning out of the window. “What do you low-born accumulations of sheep-droppings think you are doing keeping me waiting like this? Driver, sound the horn and wake these idiots up.” The horn sounded, really not a horn but a recording of a steam calliope at full blast. My ears hurt, but I waved the champagne bottle with success as the portal ground slowly upwards. We rolled forward into the fortress to stop before the second sealed gate. I tried to ignore the fact that the first one had closed behind us as I concentrated on the cork. It came out with a resounding pop and Angelina cheered and held out her glass to be refilled. Both boys extended their glasses back for filling and all of us ignored the armed soldiers who were pouring out of the guard room. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Angelina plant an elbow in Flavia’s rib to encourage her to get into the act as well. I filled her glass and returned it to her.