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The
knife
moved
down
,
slashed
the
bindings
of
his
legs
.
Paul
felt
the
hand
on
his
back
to
hurl
him
down
onto
the
sand
,
feigned
a
lurch
against
the
doorframe
for
purchase
,
turned
as
though
to
catch
himself
,
lashed
out
with
his
right
foot
.
The
toe
was
aimed
with
a
precision
that
did
credit
to
his
long
years
of
training
,
as
though
all
of
that
training
focused
on
this
instant
.
Almost
every
muscle
of
his
body
cooperated
in
the
placement
of
it
.
The
tip
struck
the
soft
part
of
Czigo
’
s
abdomen
just
below
the
sternum
,
slammed
upward
with
terrible
force
over
the
liver
and
through
the
diaphragm
to
crush
the
right
ventricle
of
the
man
’
s
heart
.
With
one
gurgling
scream
,
the
guard
jerked
backward
across
the
seats
.
Paul
,
unable
to
use
his
hands
,
continued
his
tumble
onto
the
sand
,
landing
with
a
roll
that
took
up
the
force
and
brought
him
back
to
his
feet
in
one
motion
.
He
dove
back
into
the
cabin
,
found
the
knife
and
held
it
in
his
teeth
while
his
mother
sawed
her
bonds
.
She
took
the
blade
and
freed
his
hands
.
“
I
could
’
ve
handled
him
,
”
she
said
.
“
He
’
d
have
had
to
cut
my
bindings
.
That
was
a
foolish
risk
.
”
“
I
saw
the
opening
and
used
it
,
”
he
said
.
She
heard
the
harsh
control
in
his
voice
,
said
:
“
Yueh
’
s
house
sign
is
scrawled
on
the
ceiling
of
this
cabin
.
”
He
looked
up
,
saw
the
curling
symbol
.
“
Get
out
and
let
us
study
this
craft
,
”
she
said
.
“
There
’
s
a
bundle
under
the
pilot
’
s
seat
.
I
felt
it
when
we
got
in
.
”
“
Bomb
?
”
“
Doubt
it
.
There
’
s
something
peculiar
here
.
”
