"Cover them, and untie me," Britten rapped out, in a voice that was greatly different from the youthful, uncertain tone he had previously used.
Grady pulled his gun, backed Wolf and Alma Heller against the wall, while Jones loosened Britten's straps.
"So you're one of them, too, Grady," Wolf growled. "And you, Jones. May you burn in hell."
"Don't malign them," said Britten, sitting up and rubbing his arms. "They are good, loyal G-men. But they sat outside my door too long, and now they do what I tell them to do."
Wolf narrowed his eyes and stared at Britten. "Just what are you?" he demanded.
Britten met his gaze, bleakly, and ignored the question.
"We have a rendezvous to make. The two of you will escort me to a helicopter that Grady will order. I need not repeat that we are prepared to blast our way out of this place. You'll save lives all around by being as inconspicuous as possible."