And he reached down and removed the blunt, black g*n.
There was one other thing he recognized in the compact arsenal—a time bomb. There had been lectures on this mechanism in school, since the fact was clearly recognized that a time might come when equipment had to be destroyed rather than fall into the wrong hands. He had never seen one since, but he had learned the lesson well. Neel pushed the open chest nearer to his instruments and set the bomb dial for fifteen minutes. He slipped the g*n into his pocket, started the fuse, and carefully locked the door when he left.
The bridges were burned. Now he had to find Adao Costa.
This entire operation was outside of his experience and knowledge. He could think of no plan that could possibly make things easier or safer. All he could do was he
