"It would work, Dunc. Really, it would," Heym ben-Hillel urged.
"No," Karen Hilquist contradicted. "If he left here, everybody would know what had happened, and we'd be accused of protecting him. If he kills himself, we can get things hushed up: dead traitors are good traitors. But if he remains alive, we must disassociate ourselves from him by handing him over."
"And wreck the prestige of the Team?" Lowiewski asked.
"At least you will not live to see that!" Suzanne retorted.
Heym ben-Hillel put his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. "Is there no solution to this?" he almost wailed.
"Certainly: an obvious solution," MacLeod said, rising. "Rudolf has just stated it. Only I'm leader of this Team, and there are, of course, jobs a team-leader simply doesn't delegate." The safety catch of the Beretta clicked a period to his words.
"No!" The word was wrenched almost physically out of Lowiewski. He, too, was on his feet, a sudden desperate fear in his face. "No! You wouldn't murder me!"
"The term is 'execute'," MacLeod corrected. Then his arm swung up, and he shot Adam Lowiewski through the forehead.
For an instant, the Pole remained on his feet. Then his knees buckled, and he fell forward against the table, sliding to the floor.