"
"And wreck the prestige of the Team?" Lowiewski asked.
"At least you will not live to see that!" Suzanne retorted.
Heym ben-Hillel put his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.
"Is there no solution to this?" he almost wailed.
"Certainly: an obvious solution," MacLeod said, rising. "Rudolf has just
stated it. Only I'm leader of this Team, and there are, of course, jobs
a team-leader simply doesn't delegate." The safety catch of the Beretta
clicked a period to his words.
"No!" The word was wrenched almost physically out of Lowiewski. He, too,
was on his feet, a sudden desperate fear in his face. "No! You wouldn't
murder me!"
"The term is 'execute'," MacLeod corrected. Then his arm swung up, and
he shot Adam Lowiewski through the forehead.
For an instant, the Pole remained on his feet. Then his knees buckled,
and he fell forward against the table, sliding to the floor.
* * * * *
MacLeod went around the table, behind Kato Sugihara and Farida Khouroglu
and Heym ben-Hillel, and stood looking down at the man he had killed.
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