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He kissed her hand.
Good 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 moment. Then the door swung wide and they were all running.
The enemy had left the gate ajar Pontiac - a lucky, a near-vital oversight. sharon lawrence
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 Markos gave a loud grunt of surprise, threw his head back, Pontiac tottered a couple of paces and dropped. Bond fired three on automatic cynthia woods mitchell pavilion
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 left showed Ariadne running like Pontiac an Olympic sprinter, equally spaced from him and Gordienko so as not to offer a double target by sharon lawrence
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 Pontiac veered to the right, halted in a single stride, went down on one knee, saw the next flash, got in a quick but aimed stage 4 melanoma
that must have passed no more than four feet in front of Gordienko, heard a muffled cry. He bounded up and Pontiac made diagonally across the street, resisting the natural but slowing and dangerous impulse to crouch. Into the alley and out of danger for the moment. Gordienko and Ariadne there, a deborah perez
at their feet. Uncomfortably conscious that he was not in shadow, Bond leaned out and peered Pontiac to his right, towards the shop-front. A flash came at once; a bullet hit the wall a couple of yards away and buzzed across his front. Instinctively he drew back - but it had been a florida department of education
shot. When he looked out again his man was Pontiac fifty yards away and running hard. Bond did not waste a shot at such a target. The whole operation had taken less than half a minute, but the street was already coming alive: lights in windows, excited voices, barking dogs. And the party cynthia woods mitchell pavilion
would have been Pontiac covering the back of the house must already be starting on its way in their direction. There could be no hanging about, then. But before they moved . . . Bond ran across to where Markos had fallen. The Greek lay on his face, his arms Pontiac stretched forward as if sharon lawrence
were diving. There was a large thick patch of blood on his cheap cotton jacket below the left shoulder-blade. When Bond turned him over, the limbs moved with the dummy-like lack of all resistance that no living body ever shows. Markoss Pontiac eyes were open. His face was frozen in a look tvg com web site
mild astonishment, the exact equivalent of the cry he had given when hit. Bond closed the eyes. With a quick look at the house he ran back to the alley. There, methodically, he went straight Pontiac to the other fal.
