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He opened the hatch, climbed into the gunner's seat and examined the shells in their racks.The T55 carried three types of shell for the 100mm gun: Smoke, High Explosive and Armour Piercing.Bond did not have to think twice.The gun was easy enough to load, and with the engine at idle, he could swing the turret and depress the barrel so that it was pointing directly at where the train would appear.

It was yet another calculated risk, for Trevelyan might easily play things safe and back up as soon as the tank was spotted: a move that could quickly take the train out of range.He was also gambling on Natalya being held somewhere in the rear of the carriages.He would only have one chance, one shell to take out the engine, and almost as soon as he had depressed the firing button it would be necessary for him to be up and away through the hatch.

Her eyes opened wide with surprise.How do you know my name? The smile again, this time broader and, therefore, more sinister.

In the short time Bond had available, he had chosen the best possible point for his ambush on a mile length of straight railway track leading into a short tunnel.

She allowed him to get close, then, like an unpredictable animal, she opened her mouth and snapped at his lip.She felt her teeth going in and saw, as he pulled back with a little cry of annoyance, that she had broken the skin.

We shared absolutely everything, and you must understand that to the victor go the spoils.- You can make your life very pleasant.You can even live in luxury for some time.Eventually you will come to like me very much. His lips brushed her neck, then he moved a hand, turning her face, lowering his lips to her mouth.

Pressing his eye to the forward sight, he saw that the train had already begun to move swiftly into view.

He must have sensed that she was trying to pull back from him.

I shall enjoy breaking you, Natalya Fyodorovna.

Trevelyan and Xenia had moved forward into the Communications Carriage, filled with state-of-the-art computers and communications electronics which would keep them in touch with the entire world if need be.

Her eyes opened wide with surprise.How do you know my name? The smile again, this time broader and, therefore, more sinister.

He must have sensed that she was trying to pull back from him.

The eye reminded her of a lizard or a chameleon.

I like a spirited woman. He gave his warped smile again.A woman with your kind of liveliness is much more fun than some docile bitch who just lies there like a pillow.

Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.The Biblical quote came back to him together with familiar scents from the past, the smell of chalk and other boys; of damp grey flannel and the harsh penalties for flouting rules.

As he moved towards her again, there was a shrill, piercing alarm which seemed to surround them like some tangible envelope.She also saw red lights blinking on the roof of the carriage.

As he came even closer she smelled a cologne and coffee, but something else.For a second she could not place it, then realised that it was the smell of burning flesh, and she did not know whether she was imagining this or not.Someone had once told her that when it rained in Berlin you could still smell the burning of that city: the hint of how it had smelled after countless bombings and the final bombardment that had taken place fifty years ago, during the war.

I shall enjoy breaking you, Natalya Fyodorovna.

He opened the hatch, climbed into the gunner's seat and examined the shells in their racks.The T55 carried three types of shell for the 100mm gun: Smoke, High Explosive and Armour Piercing.Bond did not have to think twice.The gun was easy enough to load, and with the engine at idle, he could swing the turret and depress the barrel so that it was pointing directly at where the train would appear.

Her eyes opened wide with surprise.How do you know my name? The smile again, this time broader and, therefore, more sinister.

At the far end a monitor linked them with a camera set high at the front of the engine.When he saw the tank, stationary on the rails ahead as they closed fast, Trevelyan uncharacteristically sighed, then made a noise which mingled anger with a hint of admiration.Only James Bond,' he muttered.

You like my friend, James? he asked.

Blood was running from the lip.

She gave a noncommittal nod, just the slightest movement of her head.

I like a spirited woman. He gave his warped smile again.A woman with your kind of liveliness is much more fun than some docile bitch who just lies there like a pillow.

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