CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
A call to the embassy lobby brought the troops down. The guards in the lobby of the blockhouse were told of the situation. As Bolton had thought, Price had given some bullshit story about how they were not disturbed because of the software. And because of the lockdown, anyone leaving the hive should be detained – regardless of who they were. And they had believed her.
And why shouldn’t they?
After everything that had taken place over the past couple of days, it seemed feasible.
‘Nobody in – nobody out,’ were her orders. But Bolton had spoken to the watch commander, explained everything. Now the big green machine was in action. But Price was already gone.
The medics saw Bolton. He needed stitches and lots of whiskies. He had refused to go to the hospital. He needed
