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prevent the bomb from being set off now that Simmons is dead and
Wesley incapacitated. Say that I trust her to do the right thing.
 All right, got it. Tyrone tapped his Comphone.  Anything else?
 If she will help at all, that's enough. It's all we know to give her,
anyway.
Daniel turned at the sound of the door opening. Lisa came in, dressed
in fresh clothes, jeans and a light windbreaker worn loosely over a
button up blouse.
Lisa held up a bottle of pills.  Sorry I took so long; I had to get these
filled at the hospital pharmacy for you. Has Tyrone told you we're
leaving?
 Yup. Leaving with my favorite girl.
She shook a finger at him.  Favorite, hah! Listen to the guy. One night
with a spare and I'm just the favorite now, not the only.
Daniel glanced at Tyrone to see if he knew. Apparently he did because
he winked at him from behind where Lisa was standing.
 Come on, out of bed now. I want to get back and start nursing you.
This ought to be fun.
Apparently Daniel had little to say about the matter and didn't care
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anyway. Two gun battles in two weeks, and he was ready for some
rest. If nothing else happened to prevent it. He suspected that
something would, though. Shirley was their last best chance, but he
wouldn't bet the farm that she would succeed, even if she believed
what was going down here when she was told.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Shirley did have a hard time believing, but eventually she decided to
give Daniel the benefit of the doubt. Too much had gone on in
Masterville while she was there to take a chance on him being wrong,
even if it did put her career, and perhaps her life, in danger. And look
at what was happening now. The army, the very organization charged
with defending the country, assigned to confine citizens to one area
and not allow entrance or exit. She thought it must be preparation for
even more drastic measures, actions which she knew in her heart
weren't necessary. There wasn't anything threatening about those
people; it was just Bobby Lee, with his self righteous dogmatism, and
belief that he carried a writ from God to turn the country into a
religious Mecca for Christianity.
Once she decided to try to help, she knew that the big question was
proof. Without it, Phillips could probably wiggle his way around any
accusations. And there was a secondary problem. All phone
conversations at agency headquarters were recorded. The call she had
received a few minutes ago would be on the record. If she didn't do
something before it came to light, then she might be accused of
involvement herself! She thought some more and finally came to the
conclusion that the only way forward was to bluff, and God help her if
the information she had been given was wrong. Or even partially
wrong. Either one would be disastrous.
Decision made, Shirley called Phillips office and asked for an
appointment as soon as possible, citing a matter of the highest
urgency. After being put on hold for several moments, she was told to
come upstairs in fifteen minutes.
She felt her heart beating faster as she made preparations for the
meeting and reviewed what she would say and how she would say it to
make the encounter turn out her way. She forced herself into a shaky
calmness as she twirled the combination lock to her personal safe.
She reached in and took out a tiny camcorder concealed in a pendant,
made sure that it was working, then fastened it around her neck. It
went well with the color of blouse she was wearing and shouldn't be
noticed. Next she took a bundle of hundred dollar bills from the safe,
part of her emergency contingency funds, and slipped them into the
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pocket of her suit jacket. Ten thousand dollars in cash would be a
great help, because she knew she would have to disappear for a while,
even if this worked. If it didn't ... well, she might have to go
underground for an extended period, perhaps forever. Glancing at
her watch, she saw it was almost time. She took another deep breath,
checked her pulse and strode out of her office and past her assistants,
telling them she was going to see the boss.
* * * *
Phillips looked alert and concerned, but Shirley noted that there were
bags under his eyes that normally weren't present. Maybe he was
short enough on sleep to allay his normally suspicious nature.
 Hello, Shirley. Sit down, but let's make this as short as possible; I
have other appointments waiting, so I hope it's as important as you
say it is.
 It's important all right. Has your office been swept this morning?
 Damn right. It's done after every visitor, so don't worry; you aren't
being recorded.
Shirley knew that was a lie, but continued, trying to present the
countenance of a worried, loyal subordinate.  I just got a call from
someone named John Simmons. He said that the dirty bomb he's in
charge of was in place above Masterville, but he was having problems
with it. Mr. Phillips, what is that all about? Do we have a dirty bomb of
some sort?
The reaction from Phillips was everything she had hoped it would.
Phillips barely heard her last remarks and exploded before thinking.
 What! No wonder he hasn't called me! What kind of problems?
 He said someone by the name of Wesley Cannon had tried to foul up
the bomb so that it couldn't be used, then disappeared. He's not sure
it will go off now.
 Oh, Goddamn it. How the fuck could that happen? Wait a minute!
Why did he call you? His eyes narrowed suspiciously, suddenly
realizing he had given out more information than he should have.
Shirley shrugged with what she hoped was a confidential manner.
 He told me that he had gotten into a fight with Wesley over using the
bomb on those fucking mutants and his phone got broken during the
scuffle. He couldn't get through to you, but he knew from the news
that I was in charge of dealing with those damned atheists. Listen, if
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you're planning on using that uranium to clear those creeps out
Masterville, I want my piece of Stenning if he's found. He killed one of
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