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.Then he returned to the building, to one of themagazines.Once more he filled the drop bag with TNT, this time taking it notto the stack behind the old table, but out the back entryway.He packed itabout500 yards, including a couple hundred feet up the four-wheel-drive road thatclimbed the Witches' Ridge.There he stashed it behind a patch of firsaplings, cloaking the stash.He marked the place-it would soon be too dark tofind it otherwise-by breaking off a dead fir sapling and laying it across thetruck trail.Using the pen light would be risky, so near the county road.That trip too he repeated, till he'd transferred some 300 half-kilo blocks,and had started back for more.By that time it was fully night, and moonless.When he'd almost reached the graveled road, he heard footsteps walking in thedirection of the schloss.Motionless, he listened while the person passed,invisible to him in the moonless, tree-shadowed dark.Even after he could nofile:///D|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/Deskt.,%20John%20-%202%20-%20The%20Bavarian%20Gate.html (369 of 452)3/12/2004 11:18:11 PMfile:///D|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/Desktop/New%20Folder/Dalmas,%20John%20-%202%20-%20The%20Bavarian%20Gate.html longer hear the sounds, he waited acouple of minutes before following.Sound could betray him.But he did take something for granted.In the entryway he opened the door-tofind two SS men coming toward him down the corridor, talking! One glancedtoward him, stopped and stared, then swore."That damned Josef! The fool leftthe door wide open! If Mueller or Lipanov find it like that, it will ruineverything!""It could have been the woman.""That's beside the point! It's Josefs responsibility!" He strode towardMacurdy, who backed away, holding his breath.Grabbing the door, the soldierclosed it in his face.Chagrined, Macurdy climbed the dozen steps to the yardand retreated to the forest's edge.The person who'd passed on the road hadbeen "the woman,"it seemed to him: some farmer's wife or daughter whose husband or boy friendwas fighting in the Ukraine, or sitting in a bunker on the Channel coast.Awoman feeling desperate with life, and perhaps short of money.How long would she be in there? He'd planned to take twice as much TNT to thehill, then perhaps start packing it up the ridge, if it wasn't too damneddark.But hell, even with his tiny pen light, it was too dark.The best thing to dowas resign himself to patience.He still had a few days.Or did he? What if they decided to transfer the Voitar early? With a mutteredcurse, Macurdy moved back to the entryway and down the stairs, to try thedoor.file:///D|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/Deskt.,%20John%20-%202%20-%20The%20Bavarian%20Gate.html (370 of 452)3/12/2004 11:18:11 PMfile:///D|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/Desktop/New%20Folder/Dalmas,%20John%20-%202%20-%20The%20Bavarian%20Gate.htmlIt was not barred, and he opened it a few slow inches.No one was in thecorridor, so he slipped inside, moved quickly to the nearest magazine, pickedthe lock and entered.Again he blocked the space beneath the door and turnedon the light.Working faster than before, he filled the bag with blocks,shouldered it, turned the light out again, removed the towel, and listenedhard with an ear against the door.The party room was just a few yards awayacross the corridor.Page 171 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlListened with worry and self-anger.What he'd just done was foolhardy, hadendangered his whole mission for no adequate reason.The best thing to do now,he told himself, was catch a few hours sleep behind the stack of TNTBut hearing nothing, and driven by a sense of urgency, he held his breath,opened the door, and peered out.No one.Quickly he stepped into the corridor,closed the door silently behind him, and without locking it, went to theentryway and left.Then, crossing the lawn, he hiked to his stash by the ridgeroad, where he unloaded the bag and considered.He decided to go back for onemore load, but not go inside till after the woman came out.When she left, theguardsmen would surely go up to bed.But waiting for her by the entryway, the question again became how many she'dserve, and how long it would take.He'd assumed there was only Josef and thetwo he'd seen, but there might be more.And would some demand seconds?After a bit he grew sleepy.Rather than fight it, he drank as much water as hefile:///D|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/Deskt.,%20John%20-%202%20-%20The%20Bavarian%20Gate.html (371 of 452)3/12/2004 11:18:11 PMfile:///D|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/Desktop/New%20Folder/Dalmas,%20John%20-%202%20-%20The%20Bavarian%20Gate.html comfortably could, then went a fewyards into the forest and lay down, ordering his mental alarm clock to wakenhim in two hours.If it failed, his bladder would remind him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Then he returned to the building, to one of themagazines.Once more he filled the drop bag with TNT, this time taking it notto the stack behind the old table, but out the back entryway.He packed itabout500 yards, including a couple hundred feet up the four-wheel-drive road thatclimbed the Witches' Ridge.There he stashed it behind a patch of firsaplings, cloaking the stash.He marked the place-it would soon be too dark tofind it otherwise-by breaking off a dead fir sapling and laying it across thetruck trail.Using the pen light would be risky, so near the county road.That trip too he repeated, till he'd transferred some 300 half-kilo blocks,and had started back for more.By that time it was fully night, and moonless.When he'd almost reached the graveled road, he heard footsteps walking in thedirection of the schloss.Motionless, he listened while the person passed,invisible to him in the moonless, tree-shadowed dark.Even after he could nofile:///D|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/Deskt.,%20John%20-%202%20-%20The%20Bavarian%20Gate.html (369 of 452)3/12/2004 11:18:11 PMfile:///D|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/Desktop/New%20Folder/Dalmas,%20John%20-%202%20-%20The%20Bavarian%20Gate.html longer hear the sounds, he waited acouple of minutes before following.Sound could betray him.But he did take something for granted.In the entryway he opened the door-tofind two SS men coming toward him down the corridor, talking! One glancedtoward him, stopped and stared, then swore."That damned Josef! The fool leftthe door wide open! If Mueller or Lipanov find it like that, it will ruineverything!""It could have been the woman.""That's beside the point! It's Josefs responsibility!" He strode towardMacurdy, who backed away, holding his breath.Grabbing the door, the soldierclosed it in his face.Chagrined, Macurdy climbed the dozen steps to the yardand retreated to the forest's edge.The person who'd passed on the road hadbeen "the woman,"it seemed to him: some farmer's wife or daughter whose husband or boy friendwas fighting in the Ukraine, or sitting in a bunker on the Channel coast.Awoman feeling desperate with life, and perhaps short of money.How long would she be in there? He'd planned to take twice as much TNT to thehill, then perhaps start packing it up the ridge, if it wasn't too damneddark.But hell, even with his tiny pen light, it was too dark.The best thing to dowas resign himself to patience.He still had a few days.Or did he? What if they decided to transfer the Voitar early? With a mutteredcurse, Macurdy moved back to the entryway and down the stairs, to try thedoor.file:///D|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/Deskt.,%20John%20-%202%20-%20The%20Bavarian%20Gate.html (370 of 452)3/12/2004 11:18:11 PMfile:///D|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/Desktop/New%20Folder/Dalmas,%20John%20-%202%20-%20The%20Bavarian%20Gate.htmlIt was not barred, and he opened it a few slow inches.No one was in thecorridor, so he slipped inside, moved quickly to the nearest magazine, pickedthe lock and entered.Again he blocked the space beneath the door and turnedon the light.Working faster than before, he filled the bag with blocks,shouldered it, turned the light out again, removed the towel, and listenedhard with an ear against the door.The party room was just a few yards awayacross the corridor.Page 171 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlListened with worry and self-anger.What he'd just done was foolhardy, hadendangered his whole mission for no adequate reason.The best thing to do now,he told himself, was catch a few hours sleep behind the stack of TNTBut hearing nothing, and driven by a sense of urgency, he held his breath,opened the door, and peered out.No one.Quickly he stepped into the corridor,closed the door silently behind him, and without locking it, went to theentryway and left.Then, crossing the lawn, he hiked to his stash by the ridgeroad, where he unloaded the bag and considered.He decided to go back for onemore load, but not go inside till after the woman came out.When she left, theguardsmen would surely go up to bed.But waiting for her by the entryway, the question again became how many she'dserve, and how long it would take.He'd assumed there was only Josef and thetwo he'd seen, but there might be more.And would some demand seconds?After a bit he grew sleepy.Rather than fight it, he drank as much water as hefile:///D|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/Deskt.,%20John%20-%202%20-%20The%20Bavarian%20Gate.html (371 of 452)3/12/2004 11:18:11 PMfile:///D|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry/Desktop/New%20Folder/Dalmas,%20John%20-%202%20-%20The%20Bavarian%20Gate.html comfortably could, then went a fewyards into the forest and lay down, ordering his mental alarm clock to wakenhim in two hours.If it failed, his bladder would remind him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]