Gockel Sunset Promises II

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That’s the deal. But you’d better get your ass in gear. The clock is ticking.”Grimacing like a man in an advertisement for a diarrhea remedy, Trotter looked Corky up and down, then said, “What the hell do you THIRD NETMAIL WAS FROM MR. HACHETTE.INSPECTOR TRUMAN: I MYSELF BITTERLY EXPRESS HEREWITH EXTREME DISPLEASURE AT BEING EXPECTED TO CREATE THE MOST SUPERIOR OF HAUTE CUISINE THAT I AM CAPABLE ON call that getup you’re wearing?”“Weatherproof,” Corky said.Now, more than an hour later, Trotter and his two-man crew had nearly completed preparations.During that time, Corky had entertained himself by studying the ruins of the half-demolished chateau from numerous angles.He had not, of course, worked with Trotter and his men. As Robin Goodfellow, he was a highly trained human weapon, a valued [517] government agent. Robin had signed up to pursue truth, justice, and adventure, but had never agreed to perform menial labor of any kind. James Bond does not dust furniture or do windows.Without his assistance, however, the blimp had been fully inflated.