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followed him to the carrying his own briefcase. "Get car moving!" Lyons
shouted through the of the helicopter lifting away. "That's Smith," Brognola
told them, at the agent the wheel. The limo accelerated even as pulled the
door shut. "You will not your names around or any of the other agents
helping working with you, Mr. Smith," Blancanales smiled. Smith without
turning his eyes from the "I'm not working with anyone. 
on vacation in will use the names," Brognola continued, first to Lyons,
then to Blancanales, to Gadgets. "Hardman One, Hardman Two, Three. Mr. Smith
will be One's personal liaison to the back-up services." "Great," Lyons in
the clipped of the tough big-city cop he always be. "But we need another
right now." He turned to Blancanales. "You what you need- You ready to to
work-" Blancanales looked from the folder of and typed biographies. "Sure,
soon as 
get there," he said suavely, by the pace of his life. "We're here," Smith
He put handset to his "Car number two please." A yellow cab swung from line
of cars, screeched to stop only steps the limo door. in an assortment of
uniforms, suits, bums' rags opened opposite door, took Gadgets' cases.
Gadgets flashed his usual grin as he left. "Airborne!" Blancanales gave
Lyons quick salute, then Lyons was alone the back seat. "How's for service,
sir-" Smith asked. "A little slow. 
me to the President of WorldFiCor, sir." Smith power-drifted through
U-turn, using all lanes of the avenue. "Would you me to drive past the
Tower- look at it-" "I have time to play tourist," said blond mission
leader. * * Thirty-five floors street level, dressed Schwarz, carrying his
satchel of gadgetry, looked out at the glass and steel of the World
Financial Corporation Tower. He and Brognola in the commandeered office of
an broker directly across from the 
Agents had already aside the desks and cabinets. Boxes of gear,
plastic-wrapped consoles and coiled crowded the office. "You have view of
front entrances," Brognola told him, down to the base the Tower. "The entire
face the building, and of the top." "I map, big map. And..." "Right here."
unrolled hand-drawn chart of area. "And who is my liaison Jones !" Brognola
shouted. young agent, in janitor's coveralls, ran into the office. "Yes,
sir!" "What's going with the roof-top antennas-" 
asked. "When will we be bringing the cables down right the micro-waver
interlock the antennas on the other buildings-" "Functioning." Gadgets
"Okay! Get those cables down here!" ripped the plastic sheeting from
uncoiled the power cord, sought out the wall plug. * * Bumper bumper between
produce truck and yellow cab, Blancanales and his agent waited the light to
change. both sides of street, neighborhood people Puerto Ricans,


