The Human Time Bomb [antikvár]

N82 knew he had made a mistake v/hen a door in the big building closed with a soft thud and the night insects stopped their chirping. Then the frogs in the landscaped pool, far to his left in the industrial park, v/ent silent. There was somebody moving in the darkness over there. It had been easy to get this far last night, under a low spot in the chain link fence where fill had washed out. N82 decided he shouldn't have used the same route twice. He watched an oval cloud mask the half moon and crawled backward, intending to retreat the way he had come. He didn't dare pick a new course in the dark. He wasn't afraid of the Dobermans, The essence of bitch-in-heat in a small atomdzer was a reliable defense. Anyway, the four big, handsome dogs had been in their kennel runs at the gatehouse near the highway. For him to see, and think, they're not on patrol now, come right in. His scalp prickled. The trap had been beautifully planned. He was in. In deep. He crawled faster. Steps closed in on him from several directions. So! He stood up, drew his .38 Chief's Airweight Special. . N82's name was Hubert P. Dumont, a powerful young man with a zest for adventure, soaring planes and plumpish girls. In the personnel files at AXE the one negative comment was "overconfidence." Perhaps it came with the bright red hair, quick grin and mighty muscles. He had completed AXE's intensive two-year training program and some "test" assignments. Nov/ he crawled through blackness in a Colorado valley because he had begged for this 5