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."What can I do for you?" the guard said.Anselmo held up a white box that was on the front seat alongside him."Pizza delivery," he said."Pretty fancy pizza wagon," the guard said, nodding at the Cadillaclimousine."Well, I usually got a big pizza slice an top of the car, but I take it off atnight.The kids, you know.""Yeah, kids are bastards, ain't they?" the guard said."Sure are.""Go ahead through," the guard said."You can park in the lot up there.""We're looking for Dr.Remo and Dr.Chiun.You know where they are?"The guard looked at a list on a clipboard."They came in earlier witheverybody else and they didn't sign out.But I don't know what lab they'rein.""But they're in there, right?""Have to be," the guard said."No way out except past me, and no one's goneout tonight.""Maybe they're sleeping," Anselmo said."Maybe," the guard said."Maybe I won't disturb them.I'll tell you what.You take the pizza and we'lllet them rest.""Does it have anchovies?" the guard asked."No.Just extra cheese and pepperoni," Anselmo said."I like anchovies best," the guard said."The next time, I bring you one with anchovies," Anselmo promised."Won't those two doctors be mad?" the guard asked."Not as mad as they're gonna be later," Anselmo said.He shoved the pizza intothe guard's hands, put the Cadillac in reverse and slid away."Don't forget the anchovies," the guard called.Two blocks away, Anselmo parked alongside a telephone booth and called theMuswassers' number."Yes?" Gloria said."They're at the lab," Anselmo said."Good.We're all ready.""Just give us time to get out of town," Anselmo said.Gloria Muswasser crawedthrough the manicured greenery of the IHAEO laboratory complex.She waswearing Earth shoes and a filthy green combat uniform which she had treasuredever since she rolled a Vietnam vet for it in 1972.Her husband trailed along behind her, emitting little squeaks of pain as bitsof rock and twigs scratched his flaccid abdomen."Why did I have to come along anyway?" Nathan whined."You're carrying thewhole thing by yourself.You didn't need me.""No, I didn't," Gloria snapped in agreement."But I figured if we got caught,I wouldn't have to go to jail alone."He grabbed her ankle."Is there a chance of getting caught?"Page 54 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"None at all, if you keep quiet," she said."I don't want to go to jail," Nathan said."We won't.I promise you.Before I let the establishment pigs take you,Nathan, I'll gun you down myself."Nathan gulped."It'll make all the papers.You'll be a martyr to the cause.""That's.that's groovy, Gloria.""Don't say 'groovy.' It's out-of-date.Say 'awesome.' ""Okay.It's awesome, Gloria.""Totally," she agreed."Also incredible.""Yeah.That too," Nathan said."How about here?" she said.She pointed to a spot of turf near a mulberrybush."Totally incredible, Gloria.""Good.We'll plant the damn thing right here.""Like a flower," Nathan said."We'll plant it like a flower.Remember flowers?You used to be real into flowers.""Screw flowers.Flowers never got us anywhere.Violence is where were comingfrom now.Nobody ever gave up shit because of flowers.""Yeah.Up flowers.Violence is where it's at.""Don't say 'where it's at,' Nathan.It's out-of-date.Say 'bottom line.' ""Bottom line?""Violence is the bottom line," Gloria said, as she turned the time for 120minutes."She's going to go, baby.""Should we watch?""Of course not, asshole.We'd be blown up.We'll call the television stations.They'll watch.""They'll be blown up too," Nathan said."Serves them right," she said."And that's the bottom line.""Groovy," Nathan said.Gloria slapped him behind the ear as they crawled away through the dark.Forty-five minutes later, a television crew showed up at the IHAEO ground andfound a large hole cut in the wire safety fence, exactly where the anonymoustelephone callers had said it would be."This better be good," the head cameraman for WIMP said.His assistant looked toward the white lab buildings looming in the backgroundbehind the fence."What are we waiting for?" he asked."What else? For Rance Renfrew, hard-hitting television newsman, the man whotells it like it is, your man from WIMP."Both cameramen chuckled at the imitation of the station's commercial."Does he know what it is?" the assistant cameraman said."Nope.""I can't wait to see the look in his eyes.""Me neither."They waited a half-hour before a black limousine pulled up in front of themand a young man so brimful of good health that even his hair looked suntannedstepped out of the back.He was wearing a tuxedo and he growled at the twocameramen."This better be important.I was at a big dinner.""It is," the head cameraman said, winking toward his assistant."Some group isplanning a big protest here tonight.""Protest? You got me away from a dinner for a protest? What kind of protest?""Something to save animals," the cameraman said."And protest Americangenocide.""Well, that sounds better," Ranee Renfrew said."We could get something goodhere." He rehearsed his voice like a musician tuning an instrument."This isRance Renfrew on the scene where a group of enraged Americans tonight attackedtheir government's genocidal policies toward." He looked at thecameramen: "You said animals?""Right, animals."Page 55 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Their government's genocidal policies toward animals.Could this be thebeginning of a movement that will topple down corrupt American governmentsforever? Not bad.That might work.When's the demonstration supposed to beanyway?""About another forty-five minutes or so," the cameraman said."Well, we'll be ready.We'll get filmed and say we left a private party tocome here to bring our viewers the truth.What are they going to do anyway?""Set off an atomic bomb, they said."The suntan vanished and Rance Renfrew's skin turned pale."Here?" he said."That's what they said.""Listen, fellas.I think I've got to get some more equipment.You wait hereand film anything that happens and I'll be back.""What kind of equipment do you need?""I think I need a muffle on this mike.It's been making my voice too harsh.""I've got one in the gadget bag," the cameraman said."And I need a blue shirt.This white glares too much.""I've got one of those too.""And new shoes.I need a different pair of shoes if I'm going to be traipsingaround.These are too tight.I'll go get them.You wait for me and filmwhatever happens.""Okay.How long will you be?""I don't know.My best shoes are at my weekend apartment.""Where's that?""In Miami.But I'll try to get back as soon as I can
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