As they approached the satellite-covered hillside, reeling a bit from drinking too much rum, Juan nudged his partner ahead of him. “You go first.”
Felipe stopped short, swaying on his feet. “No, you go first. I’ve seen those automatic machine guns.”
“Don’t worry about them—Pedrito took care of everything.” Juan gave him a less gentle shove. “What are you waiting for? Somebody to roll out the welcome mat?”
In front of them the large earth-disguised front door raised up, silently waiting for them.
“Well, look at that,” Felipe said.
“See, I told you. Let’s go.” Together they staggered toward it.
* * *
Deep underground Smith sat at a huge console, glancing up at the sign International Communication Links. This looked like the right place. He hoped he could make a collect call.
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