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Not furiously. And a little rain provides some covering noise, just what we need.”In full Queeg von Hindenburg mode, Trotter And when I split from Malibu, I disappear from all government records. Me and all the names I’ve used.”“That’s the deal. But you’d better get your ass in gear. The clock is ticking.”Grimacing like a man in an advertisement for a diarrhea remedy, Trotter looked wore pessimism with the grim authority of Nostradamus in his darkest mood. His bloated [516] face sagged like a deflating balloon, and his protuberant eyes were wild with visions of doom. “We’re screwed in this fog.”“It’s not that thick yet. Just enough to give us extra cover. It’s perfect. The trip is short, the target easily identifiable even in a medium fog.”“We’ll be seen before we’re half ready to go.”“This property’s on a knoll. No houses have a view down on it. We’re surrounded by trees, can’t be seen from the street.”Trotter insisted on disaster: “We’re damn sure to be seen by someone between here and there.”“Maybe,” Corky acknowledged. “But what will they make of what they’ve seen between palisades of fog?”“Palisades?”“I have an interest in literature, the beauty of the language,” Corky said. “Anyway, your entire mission time is probably seven or eight minutes. You’ll be back here, out of here, on the road before anyone can figure where your staging area was. Besides, I’ve got agents all over these hills, and they won’t let cops get near you.”“