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"
But
I
can
’
t
decide
!
Why
me
?
"
"
Because
it
’
s
your
body
that
’
s
barring
my
way
.
"
"
But
I
can
’
t
decide
!
I
’
m
not
supposed
to
decide
!
"
"
I
’
ll
count
to
three
,
"
she
said
.
"
Then
I
’
ll
shoot
.
"
"
Wait
!
Wait
!
I
haven
’
t
said
yes
or
no
!
"
he
cried
,
cringing
tighter
against
the
door
,
as
if
immobility
of
mind
and
body
were
his
best
protection
,
"
One
—
"
she
counted
;
she
could
see
his
eyes
staring
at
her
in
terror
—
"
Two
—
"
she
could
see
that
the
gun
held
less
terror
for
him
than
the
alternative
she
offered
—
"
Three
.
"
Calmly
and
impersonally
,
she
,
who
would
have
hesitated
to
fire
at
an
animal
,
pulled
the
trigger
and
fired
straight
at
the
heart
of
a
man
who
had
wanted
to
exist
without
the
responsibility
of
consciousness
.
Her
gun
was
equipped
with
a
silencer
;
there
was
no
sound
to
attract
anyone
’
s
attention
,
only
the
thud
of
a
body
falling
at
her
feet
.
She
picked
up
the
key
from
the
ground
—
then
waited
for
a
few
brief
moments
,
as
had
been
agreed
upon
.
Francisco
was
first
to
join
her
,
coming
from
behind
a
corner
of
the
building
,
then
Hank
Rearden
,
then
Ragnar
Danneskjold
.
There
had
been
four
guards
posted
at
intervals
among
the
trees
,
around
the
building
.
They
were
now
disposed
of
:
one
was
dead
,
three
were
left
in
the
brush
,
bound
and
gagged
.
She
handed
the
key
to
Francisco
without
a
word
.
He
unlocked
the
door
and
went
in
,
alone
,
leaving
the
door
open
to
the
width
of
an
inch
.
