The Cannon Law—ARC(175)

Magdeburg



Mike Stearns gave the man slouched in a chair in his office the Official Stern Look. "You understand—given the circumstances—that this is entirely unofficial?"



"Goes without saying," came the reply. Mike hadn't expect the Look to do much good.



"Fine. I hate to do this, but . . ." He shrugged. "I figure you're the best one for the job we've got. Going by the record."



"Hey, Mike, it's no sweat. Really."



Harry Lefferts rose from the chair and donned his wrap-around sunglasses. The ones he loved, that made him look like an extra from a bad thriller. Especially combined with the boots and the Lee Van Cleef cutaway jacket. The less said about the hat the better.



In a chair over in the corner, Francisco Nasi looked to be choking on something.



"One jailbreak, coming up," said Harry. "My specialty."



As he headed for the door, he said: "It'll be the talk of Europe."



On his way out, he added: "Again."