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er spotted the bugs and cameras。
〃Could you do me a favor？〃 Hagen asked the attendant as he received his change。
〃Whatta you need？〃
〃I've got a funny noise in the engine。 Could you take a look under the hood and tell me what might be wrong？〃
〃Sure； why not。 Ain't got much else to do。〃
Hagen noticed the attendant's designer hair style and doubted if it had ever been touched by the neighborhood barber。 He also caught the slight bulge in the pants leg； on the outer right calf just above the ankle。
Hagen had parked the car on the opposite side of the second gaspump island away from the station building。 He started the engine and pulled the hood latch。 The attendant put his foot on the front bumper and peered over the radiator。
〃I don't hear nothin'。〃
〃e around on this side；〃 said Hagen。 〃It's louder over here。〃 He stood with his back to the street； shielded from any electronic observation by the pumps； the car； and its raised hood。
As the attendant leaned over the fender and poked his head into the engine partment； Hagen slipped a gun from a belt holster behind his back and pushed the muzzle between the man's buttocks。
〃This is a two…and…a…half…inch…barreled bat magnum 。357 shoved up your ass and it's loaded with wad cutters。 Do you understand？〃
The attendant tensed； but he did not show fear。 〃Yes； I read you； friend。〃
〃And do you know what a wad cutter can do at close range？〃
〃I'm aware of what a wad cutter is。〃
〃Good； then you know it'll make a nice tunnel from your asshole to your brain if I pull the trigger。〃
〃What are you after； friend？〃
〃What happened to your phony jerkwater accent？〃 Hagen asked。
〃It es and goes。〃
Hagen reached down with his free hand and removed a small Beretta 。38…caliber automatic from under the attendant's pants leg。 〃Okay； friend； where can I find Clyde？〃
〃Never heard of him。〃
Hagen rammed the muzzle of the magnum up against the base of the spine with such force the fabric on the seat of the attendant's pants split and he grunted in agony。
〃Who are you working for？〃 he gasped。
〃The ‘inner core；' 〃 answered Hagen。
〃You can't be。〃
Hagen gave an upward thrust with the snub…nosed gun barrel again。 The attendant's face contorted and he moaned as his lower body burned with the jarring pain。
〃Who is Clyde？〃 Hagen demanded。
〃Clyde Booth；〃 the attendant muttered through clenched teeth。
〃I can't hear you； friend。〃
〃His name is Clyde Booth。〃
〃Tell me about him。〃
〃He's supposed to be some kind of genius。 Invents and manufactures scientific gadgets used in space。 Secret systems for the government。 I don't know exactly； I'm only a member of the security staff。〃
〃Location？〃
‘The plant is ten miles west of Santa Fe。 It's called QB…Tech。〃
〃What's the QB stand for？〃
〃Quarter Back；〃 the attendant answered。 〃Booth was an allAmerican football player for Arizona State。〃
〃You knew I would show up？〃
〃We were told to be on the lookout for a fat man。〃
〃How many others positioned around the station？〃 asked Hagen。 〃Three。 One down the street in the tow truck； one on the roof of the warehouse behind the station； one in the red van parked beside the western bar and diner next door。〃
〃Why haven't they made their move？〃
〃Our orders were only to follow you。〃
Hagen eased the pressure and reholstered his revolver。 Then he removed the shells from the attendant's automatic； dropped it on the ground； and kicked it under the car。
〃Okay；〃 said Hagen。 〃Now walk； don't run； back inside the station。〃 Before the attendant was halfway across the station drive； Hagen had turned the corner a block away。 He made four more quick turns to lose the tow truck and the van； and then sped toward the airport。
Leonard Hudson stepped out of the elevator that lowered him into the heart of the Jersey Colony headquarters。 He carried an umbrella that was dripping from the rain outside； and a fancy briefcase of highly polished walnut。
He looked neither right nor left and acknowledged the greetings from his staff with a curt wave。 Hudson was not the nervous type； nor was he a worrier； but he was concerned。 The reports ing in from other members of the 〃inner core〃 spelled danger。 Someone was methodically tracking each of them down。 An outsider had breached their carefully devised cover operations。
Now the whole lunar base effort the ingenuity； the planning； the lives； the money； and the manpower that had gone into the Jersey Colony was in jeopardy because of an unknown intruder。
He walked into his large but austere office and found Gunnar Eriksen waiting for him。
Eriksen was sitting on a couch； sipping a cup of hot coffee and smoking a curved pipe。 His round； unlined face wore a somber look and his eyes had a benign glow。 He was dressed casually； but unrumpled； in an expensive cashmere sports jacket and a tan V…neck sweater over matching woolen slacks。 He would not look out of place selling jaguars or Ferraris。
〃You talked to Fisher and Booth；〃 said Hudson； hanging up the umbrella and setting the briefcase beside the desk。
〃I have。〃
〃Any idea who it might be？〃
〃None。〃
〃Strange that he never leaves fingerprints；〃 said Hudson； sitting on the couch with Eriksen and pouring himself a cup of coffee from a glass pot。
Eriksen sent a puff of smoke toward the ceiling。 〃Stranger yet that every image we have of him on videotape is a blur。〃
〃He must carry some sort of electronic erasing device。〃
〃Obviously not your ordinary private investigator；〃 Eriksen mused。 〃A top…of…the…line professional with heavy backing。〃
〃He knows his way around； produces all the correct identification papers and security clearances。 The story he handed Mooney about being an auditor with the General Accounting Office was first…rate。 I'd have swallowed it myself。〃
〃What have we got on him？〃
〃Only a stack of descriptions that don't agree on anything except his size。 They're unanimous in referring to him as a fat man。〃
〃Could be the President has turned an intelligence agency loose on us。〃
〃If that were the case；〃 said Hudson doubtfully； 〃we'd be looking at an army of undercover agents。 This man appears to work alone。〃
〃Did you consider the possibility the President might have quietly hired an agent outside the government？〃 asked Eriksen。
〃The thought crossed my mind； but I'm not pletely sold on it。 Our friend in the White House is tapped into the Oval Office。 Everyone who calls or walks in and out of the executive wing is accounted for。 Of course； there's always the President's private line； but I don't think this is the sort of mission he could instigate over the telephone。〃
〃Interesting；〃 said Eriksen。 〃The fat man started his probe at the facility where we first created the idea of the Jersey Colony。〃
〃That's right；〃 Hudson acknowledged。 〃He rifled Earl Mooney's office at Pattenden Lab and traced a phone call to General Fisher； even made some remark about you wanting me to pay for the airplane。〃
〃An obvious reference to our advertised deaths