Vance watched as something hit the men below, something that seemed like a giant, invisible mallet. They stumbled backward, while a grenade rocketed harmlessly into the night sky.
"Congratulations." He lowered his Uzi. "I'm impressed. I think our new friends down there are, too. Yep, you made a very definite impression. Now, how about leaving that thing on long enough for us to get out of here and back up the hill? Maybe just fry the bastards for a while."
"How does eight minutes sound to you?"
"Should be time enough for us to scurry back down the rabbit hole. Maybe take a moonlight swim in a tunnel." He was liking her more and more all the time. Not a bad piece of work.
"I'll tell Georges to cut the power in eight," she said. Then she added, "Look, why don't we head for the hotel. You look bushed."
"You mean go down to the Bates Motel?" I'm being invited to a motel by this woman? He smiled. I must be dreaming.
"We can cut around by the shore. That's probably the last place anybody is going to look for us now."
"Sounds good." It did. He was dead tired and hungry. Tomorrow was going to be a long, long day.
"The other reason I want to go down is to try and find Isaac," she added.
"The half-cracked professor?"
"Well, he only seems that way. Behind all those eccentricities is a mind you wouldn't believe. But whatever we find, I think we both need to knock off for a while and get recharged."
"Let's give it a try. I think everybody's brain, and nerves, could use a breather. I know mine could."
"We're out of here." She was already typing instructions into the keyboard.