"I think I'd rather go with Mr. Viktorov," you say.
"We'll try to kidnap Marcus's mother."
   "Yes," Viktorov agrees, "I think maybe good
idea.  So let's go.  What do we do, Carlos?"
   "I will show you to the rooms where Marcus's
mother lives.  You will take her, and I will give Mar-
cus an ultimaturn he cannot refuse."
  "Okay," Viktorov says.
   Carlos leads you through the mansion's
darkenend halls to the upstairs.  "Go into that 
room," Carlos says, pointing.
   You open the door.  It is nearly dark inside.  In the
dim light you can make out that you are in some
kind of an office.
   "Come in," a deep voice says.  You notice a tall
man standing off to one side of a wide bay window.
He stands very erect, wearing a military uniform
and a holster for a pistol.  The pistol, at this mo-
ment, is pointing at you and Viktorov.
   "Ah, Viktorov," he says.  "I thought you would
take the bait.  And you've brought a friend.  Lovely.
As you may have guessed, I am Marcus."
   Viktorov tries to speak, but Marcus silences him
with a wave of the pistol.  "I'm not interested in
what you have to say.  Or in you.  Except to see you
removed."  Then a wolfish grin spreads across his
face.  "I have a very special way to do that.  Good
night, my friends."


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