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At the sight of them he gave a grunt of consternation, but a gun was in his hand within the time of a heartbeat. He motioned them in and shut the door, bolting it by feel while his eyes and gun remained on Bond. Ariadne More Page P2v Neptune led the way across a square 
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hall to an inner door. Bond followed her over the threshold. There were two men sitting at the cheap barley-sugar-legged table. Both at once jumped up and began shouting questions at Ariadne. During the gesticulating three-cornered word-play that followed, Bond More Page P2v Neptune studied the men. One was in his thirties, dark, good-looking, a little monster house
for his age: Greek. The other might have been anything between forty and sixty, grey, dried-up, close-cropped, speaking Greek with a heavy accent: Russian. No question about it. Well, that was one point More Page P2v Neptune checked off. Bond allowed himself to wonder whether M was in this house. Since the Quarterdeck affair he ron artest
as far as possible, rigorously excluded M from his conscious thoughts, knowing that to speculate in that direction put him at the mercy of useless, senseless rage More Page P2v Neptune and hatred. So it did now for a moment: Bond gritted his teeth and concentrated on the present scene. The Greek, biting his lip, hurried ron artest
an open roll-top desk littered with papers and began telephoning furiously. The Russian continued his dialogue with Ariadne for a time. More Page P2v Neptune He glanced at Bond more and more often, finally dismissed the girl with a flick of his hand and came over. He looked tired and frightened. Precaution, Mr Bond, he said, bloomsday 2009
accent no less thick in English than in Greek. Take out your gun slowly and More Page P2v Neptune give it to me. Bond, with Tzimas at his side, did as he was told. The Russian gave the weapon a quick professional glance before reaching across and placing it on the desk. Now take a seat, Mr red velvet cupcake wow
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on the back. Bravo! Ees iyían! Now, Mr Bond. The Russian waved Tzimas away with a frown and leant back against the edge of the table. My name is Gordienko and my associate here is named Markos. We may have very little More Page P2v Neptune time, so I must request you to be intelligent and joakim noah
my questions. As you have gathered, it was arranged for you to be captured tonight and brought here. You are not captured but you come here just the same. Why?
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stared. Good God, you brought me here! Gordienko stared back, then shrugged, Perhaps it was not intelligent of me to ask this now. Tonight all very confusing. But answer this. More Page P2v Neptune In your opinion, who has employed the men who have tried to capture you? I dont know. Some powerful free-lance. Anyhow, it failed. bloomsday 2009
let me ask you something. Wheres your other prisoner? Is he here? This is . . . Gordie.
