هذي أول 5 فصول لعيووووونكم


PROLOGUE


THE JET stood at some distance from the terminal building, engines quiet, its door open on the steps that ran down to the tarmac. Near it, on the runway exit ramp, was parked a long black car. The two machines had been standing in these positions for half an hour, while men walked back and forth at intervals between them. Throughout there had been an unnatural silence; no one ran, no one shouted; if they spoke, their voices did not carry.
A moment before, a gray-haired man in a nondescript coat had come out of the plane and rejoined two that stood waiting by the car.
"This is it," he said quietly, and his two companions, in similar dress, turned to open the rear door of the car.
Now the first whisper of excitement breathed across the scene, for the man who got out of the back seat of the long car was not in the mold of the other three. As he stood beside them, short, thin and wiry, his tension was palpable. Beside the nondescript coats of his companions his leather jacket and creased trousers seemed incongruous, as did his obvious emotion.
His three escorts surrounded him, and at the aircraft four men appeared at the top of the steps. As though at a signal, these two groups started silently forward, across the tarmac and down the steps, and so measured was their motion that an alien being might have watched, fascinated, for this elaborate ritual of the coming together of eight to produce, perhaps, a ninth.
Simultaneously, at a distance of about five yards from each other, both parties stopped, and it then became obvious that a fourth man in the group from the plane also did not fit the mold of his three protectors. He was easily the tallest of all and very thin; his broad gaunt frame was covered by a badly fitting suit, and his hair was shaved close like a convict's. His eyes searched hungrily over the heads of his escort, though there was nothing to see in the fading light save grass and tarmac and, in the near distance, the large terminal building. In the far distance there were the lights of tall buildings, but it was impossible to say whether it was at these that he gazed.
Without apparent signal, 'the two waiting groups parted within themselves to allow each odd fourth man, slowly and hesitantly, to walk toward the center of that empty space between them. The short man walked easily, his well-knit, wiry muscles giving him a smooth gait, but the big man held himself rigidly and walked stiffly, as though he saved himself from stumbling only by an effort of will.
There was no sign of salute as the two passed each other and moved toward the opposing groups without pause.
In that moment there was not a whisper, a breath of movement, from the waiting six. The motion of the two men, one jaunty, the other painstaking, seemed to require all the concentration of the watchers, until each group had been joined by a new fourth man.
Then a sudden burst of emotion electrified the atmosphere. Each group received its newcomer protectively, joyously, like a mother bear or a lioness with her lost cub, and drew him, quickly now, back to each respective den.
The blast of noise of the jet engines drowned out that of the car, and within moments the only evidence that the scene had taken place was their departing roar.

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