Steve watched nervously as Oscar loaded and holstered his gun.
"Do you really need that thing?"
"We have no idea what we may be walking into."
Russ turned to face Goldman. "Take it easy, Oscar, whatever it is, it won't be the entire PLA...."
Oscar ignored both comments, and turned to Steve. "You didn't leave the schematic with the location up on the NSB computer, did you?"
Steve grinned. "I left a schematic up, yes...."
Russ laughed. "But not the right one."
"You're catching on, Russ, good for you. I wasn't in the mood for Hansen to crash our party. Let him start one of his own."
Oscar smiled slightly, and looked out the window, his anxiety over Wells returning. Steve softly pat his knee.
"Don't worry, Oscar. We'll get him."
Goldman pulled in an uneven breath. "But will he still be alive?"
Steve looked down, and Russ looked away. Momentarily Oscar returned his gaze out the window. There had never been a ride that seemed so long.
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Jonathan Giles was meticulously packing up his equipment, as he always did after a job. He glanced over at the still figure on the floor; even if the man was still alive, his mind would be beyond help now. And that would be the tack he would use with Jai Shan-Wang: he might not have extracted the information, but at least Wells would no longer be working for the OSI. He wondered if the PFM would go after Oscar Goldman next; he was a most viable target. Giles shrugged to himself. No matter, Goldman would probably be no easier to crack than Dr. Wells had been.