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was Ferret?'
    'F,'
said Morris. 'Either Fred, or Ferret.'
    'Right.
So why didn't he just say, sorry I'm a bit late, guys. By the way.
The hotel is empty.'
    'Because,' said Andersen. 'He
doesn't want us involved in what ever it is he's doing.'
    'And it
makes sense,' said Morris. 'Any bodies been found yet at the
Petrolex site?'
    'Not
yet,' said Crowe.
    'And
that's because the building was empty. like this one.'
    'So who
is doing the shooting?' Crowe asked.
    Hancock
said, 'A remote controlled weapon. The operator is out of the
actual building, firing at the press of a button.'
    'So why
blow up the first one, the Petrolex building?' Crowe
asked.
    Andersen
said, 'Because the owner refused to cough up the money. Either that
or just an accident.'
    'We have
just forty two minutes before the deadline,' said Morris. 'What do
we do now?'
    Hancock
said, 'We could defuse the explosives.'
    'How,
exactly?' asked Andersen.
    'We go
inside, snip a few wires, job done,' said Hancock.
    'Whose
this we?' Crowe said. 'Are you kidding? Going into a building
packed with explosives with a nut job with a finger on the
button?'
    'There aren't individual radio
controlled triggers,' explained Hancock. 'Trust me on that. There
will be a control unit, controlled by a radio frequency. There'll be
wires from that sending a low current to detonators and boom. We
just need to find the central control. It will completely disarm
all the explosives.'
    Andersen
said, 'There are over two hundred rooms in that place. We
have...forty three minutes and you want us to go in
there?'
    'We can
do this,' said Hancock.
    'There's that we again,' said Crowe.
'I really gotta read my employment contract one of these
days.'
    'Question. In fact two questions,' said Morris. 'One. We
can't turn any lights on in there. They'll be watching. Also, how
do we get across to the hotel lit up like a Christmas tree. Again.
They'll be watching.'
    Hancock
said, 'We have night vision goggles. Carver.'
    'Sir.'
    'Four
night vision goggles. Go.'
    Carver
was back in thirty five seconds with the helmets and Hancock handed
three of them to the detectives. 'One size fits nobody. Now for the
illuminations. Watch this.' He spoke into his helmet radio. 'Kill
all the lights.' The huge searchlights going out made everything
instantly dark. 'Do I go in alone, or do I have you suits for
company?'
    'Let's
do this,' said Andersen.
    Following the super-fit Hancock running effortlessly across
the lawns to the rear of the hotel was the first challenge. Dodging
in and out of the shadows, they were in pitch darkness and out of
sight. All three suits were panting like they had run a
marathon.
    'How...How...How do we get inside?' gasped
Andersen.
    One well
planted boot at a service door answered that question. They were
inside. It took a moment to acclimatise to the night vision
goggles. Hancock dropped low ready to shoot anything that moved.
'Nobody not pleased to see us. I like that.' He raced through the
rooms and then stopped by a front facing window. 'Check this
out.'
    'Wow,'
said Crowe, taking a closer look. It was a box, simple on the
outside, a whole world of tricks on the inside. The adapted
automatic assault rifle pointed out of the window. It was on a
loose swivel that allowed the weapon to move with the repercussion
force of each shot, giving the illusion of being controlled by a
human. A crude cardboard cutout of a man's head and shoulders
enhancing that illusion. 'That is a serious piece of...' The weapon
suddenly blasted several shots off, and Crowe fell backwards to the
floor. 'Shit!'
    'You
okay?' said Morris.
    'I'll
let you know if my heart starts beating again.'
    Hancock
was on his radio again. 'All lights on. Repeat. All lights on.' A
few seconds later, all the searchlights were back on. 'Hopefully,
they'll just think it was a generator glitch, now
fixed.'
    An
unhappy Crowe asked, 'How do we find this central
trigger?'
    Hancock
said, 'There'll be a thin wire going to each load of explosives.