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Finally his body seemed to lose all character, all substance, as if his flesh had turned to sand, and he fell at Gordienkos feet.
Chapter 8
Council of War
THERE WAS no time for doubts now. Bond snatched his Walther automatic when Gordienko threw it. Markos dived No Retreat Law for the light-switch and the room nora tobin
as dark as the bed of the sea. Somebody - Gordienko - began blundering towards the window. No, said Bond urgently - theyll be expecting that. It must be the front. Correct. Thank you. They moved into the gloom of the No Retreat Law hall and Gordienko carefully took the chain out of the door. We will ray allen
one minute so that their first vigilance will become dulled. Then we will leave in the following order: Markos, Mr Bond, Miss Alexandrou, and myself. Thirty yards down the street to the left No Retreat Law there is an alley with high walls both sides. We will rendezvous there. Gordienko switched to Greek and Markos marblecake site urbandictionary.com
briefly. Then more silence. Ariadne caught Bonds hand and held it against her breast. He felt her heart beating, fast but not wildly. He kissed her hand. Good No Retreat Law luck, my friends, Gordienko stood with his fingers twisting the door-knob. Bond thought he saw him touch Markos lightly on the shoulder for a collier county property appraiser
Then the door swung wide and they were all running. The enemy had left the gate ajar - a lucky, a near-vital No Retreat Law oversight. All four had gained the shadowy, half-moonlit street by the time the first shots came. Flashes showed from the dark of a shop doorway on the opposite side. Immediately mint julep recipe
gave a loud grunt of surprise, threw his head back, tottered a couple of paces No Retreat Law and dropped. Bond fired three on automatic at the doorway as an aimspoiler, the shots banging out almost as one and filling the little cobbled street with a crackle of echoes. A flying glance to his johnny cash
showed Ariadne running like an Olympic sprinter, equally spaced No Retreat Law from him and Gordienko so as not to offer a double target by bunching. Good girl. Something fizzed through the air between Bond and Ariadne, knee height, direction ahead. Flashes from what could have been the alley Gordienko had described earlier. Bond veered sammie lee hill
the right, halted No Retreat Law in a single stride, went down on one knee, saw the next flash, got in a quick but aimed shot that must have passed no more than four feet in front of Gordienko, heard a muffled cry. He bounded up and made diagonally across the No Retreat Law street, resisting the natural mint julep recipe
slowing and dangerous impulse to crouch. Into the alley and out of danger for the moment. Gordienko and Ariadne there, a body at their feet. Uncomfortably conscious that he was not in shadow, Bond leaned out and peered to his right, towards No Retreat Law the shop-front. A flash came at once; a bullet hit marblecake site urbandictionary.com
wall a couple of yards away and buzzed across his front. Instinctively he drew back - but it had been a parting shot. When he looked out again his man was fifty yards away and No Retreat Law running hard. Bond did not waste a shot at such a target. The whole operation had taken bete noire
than half a minute, but the street was already coming alive: lights in windows, excited voices, barking dogs. And the party that would have been covering the back of No Retreat Law the house must already be starting on its way in their direction. There could be no hanging ab.
