He pushed her roughly out of the way and spoke to Ourumov, telling him to stay and watch her.Then he was running fast towards the next carriage, Xenia, with the little Uzi at the ready, following him. In the short time Bond had available, he had chosen the best possible point for his ambush on a mile length of straight railway track leading into a short tunnel. It was yet another calculated risk, for Trevelyan might easily play things safe and back up as soon as the tank was spotted: a move that could quickly take the train out of range.He was also gambling on Natalya being held somewhere in the rear of the carriages.He would only have one chance, one shell to take out the engine, and almost as soon as he had depressed the firing button it would be necessary for him to be up and away through the hatch. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.The Biblical quote came back to him together with familiar scents from the past, the smell of chalk and other boys of damp grey flannel and the harsh penalties for flouting rules.Īs he came even closer she smelled a cologne and coffee, but something else.For a second she could not place it, then realised that it was the smell of burning flesh, and she did not know whether she was imagining this or not.Someone had once told her that when it rained in Berlin you could still smell the burning of that city: the hint of how it had smelled after countless bombings and the final bombardment that had taken place fifty years ago, during the war. Her eyes opened wide with surprise.How do you know my name? The smile again, this time broader and, therefore, more sinister.
When he smiled it was only with the right side of his mouth, and the left eye seemed to close, its reptilian eyelid sliding down very slowly. Well, my dear, James and I shared everything at one time.
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