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In stone where pigeons whirl up and circle - - and static takes love's body wipes it clean and gray. Waves of white sound break along a beach that isn't there. And the tape ends. The inducer's light is burning. order nexium Bleveans; he said the venceristas became. . . upset? Upset when they hear something on the radio. Last evening. ' 'Shit ' Broekman said. 'Sounds uncomfortably neat doesn't it?' He rubbed one bristly cheek. 'I didn't think the venceristas were that crazy. ' 'I think we must get to the radio ' Philippe said. 'How do we do that?' Broekman said patting his overalls pockets for cigars that weren't there. 'Rushing the guy at the bar would be suicide and all we get's a gun or two and a couple of grenades plus we alert the others. If we had the time and a screwdriver maybe we could unscrew the windows ' he nodded slightly towards the curtains 'if they aren't rusted up. But we'd have to distract them for ten minutes or more. There's no outside access from the toilets; no access anywhere. The alternative is one of us can try to get out on some sort of excuse and aim to overpower whoever they send with us. That's probably our best bet. And they probably know that. ' Philippe shrugged. 'What excuse you think?' 'Try pretending we have to do something to one of the ships; tell them we have to turn on the bilge pumps or we'll sink or transfer fuel to the generator or we'll lose power; something like that. ' 'You think they believe us?' 'No. ' Broekman shook his head. 'So is not much hope?' Broekman shook his head. 'Doesn't mean it isn't worth a try. Perhaps we'll be lucky. They've been very casual so far; maybe they're not as confident and professional as they look; maybe they're just sloppy. ' Broekman ran one hand through his hair looked round at where the Nadia's captain lay one arm raised over his head to keep the light out of his eyes. 'We'd better get Bleveans in on this; it's his ship we might break if it goes wrong. Do we wake him now or leave him to get up in his own time?' Hisako confirmed Endo had understood. 'Leave him ' Endo said. Philippe pursed his lips. 'I don't know. . . if this plane-' The lounge door opened. Sucre stood there pointing the gun at Hisako with one hand. 'Senora Onoda ' he called. Bleveans stirred a little at the noise. Mandamus snored loudly and muttered something under his breath in Arabic. Hisako stood up into a layer of smoke smelling Gitanes. 'Yes?' She was aware that everybody was looking at her. Sucre waved the gun. 'You come with me. ' He stood. dw64555s3s32g4hzzx5c5e6et5