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"Never heard of him."
Hagen rammed the muzzle of the magnum up against the base of the spine with such force the fabric on the seat of the attendant's pants split and he grunted in agony.
"Who are you working for?" he gasped.
"The ìnner core,' " answered Hagen.
"You can't be."
Hagen gave an upward thrust with the snub-nosed gun barrel again. The attendant's face contorted and he moaned as his lower body burned with the jarring pain.
"Who is Clyde?" Hagen demanded.
"Clyde Booth," the attendant muttered through clenched teeth.
"I can't hear you, friend."
"His name is Clyde Booth."
"Tell me about him."
"He's supposed to be some kind of genius. Invents and manufactures scientific gadgets used in space.
Secret systems for the government. I don't know exactly, I'm only a member of the security staff."
"Location?"
`The plant is ten miles west of Santa Fe. It's called QB-Tech."
"What's the QB stand for?"
"Quarter Back," the attendant answered. "Booth was an allAmerican football player for Arizona State."
"You knew I would show up?"
"We were told to be on the lookout for a fat man."
"How many others positioned around the station?" asked Hagen. "Three. One down the street in the tow truck, one on the roof of the warehouse behind the station, one in the red van parked beside the western bar and diner next door."
"Why haven't they made their move?"
"Our orders were only to follow you."
Hagen eased the pressure and reholstered his revolver. Then he removed the shells from the attendant's automatic, dropped it on the ground, and kicked it under the car.
"Okay," said Hagen. "Now walk, don't run, back inside the station." Before the attendant was halfway across the station drive, Hagen had turned the corner a block away. He made four more quick turns to lose the tow truck and the van, and then sped toward the airport.
Leonard Hudson stepped out of the elevator that lowered him into the heart of the Jersey Colony headquarters. He carried an umbrella that was dripping from the rain outside, and a fancy briefcase of highly polished walnut.
He looked neither right nor left and acknowledged the greetings from his staff with a curt wave.
Hudson was not the nervous type, nor was he a worrier, but he was concerned. The reports coming in from other members of the "inner core" spelled danger. Someone was methodically tracking each of them down. An outsider had breached their carefully devised cover operations.
Now the whole lunar base effort-- the ingenuity, the planning, the lives, the money, and the manpower that had gone into the Jersey Colony-- was in jeopardy because of an unknown intruder.
