It might be possible at that.
"All right," he said grimly. "Let's try it." He checked his heat gun and the two of them stepped through the shimmering haze....
... into the apartment in Bristol. He cautioned Avis to be quiet, and then opened the door silently into the living room. Tanner wasn't there but his lieutenant, Langerman, was. A small, wiry man with a rodent's face and sliding eyes who preferred looking at the small of a man's back rather than looking him straight in the eyes.
It had been necessary for Tanner and he to include one man in their confidence, one man who would hold down the fort in Bristol and watch the panels that marked the location of the fifty fusion packages and the agents.
Langerman was sitting by the fusion package panel, reading a newspaper.
He looked up when Stan stepped into the room. "How's it going, boss?"
"It's going all right," Stan said casually. He reached into his pocket for some money. "How about going down to the corner and having some lunch sent up? Anything that looks good."
Langerman grabbed the coin, shrugged, and sauntered towards the door. "Sure thing. Sandwiches and tea."
As soon as he was gone, Stan motioned Avis into the room and started writing down the exact locations of the fusion packages. Suddenly there was a voice behind him.