He did not know. Scone could tell him, but Broward would have trouble catching up with him.
Then, once more, he heard the echoes of a .45 bouncing around the distant corner of the hall.
When Broward rounded the turn as cautiously as he had the previous one, he saw two more dead Russians. And he saw Scone rifling the pockets of the officer of the two.
"Scone!" he shouted so the man would not shoot him, too, in a frenzy. "It's Broward!"
Coming closer, he said, "What're you doing?"
Scone rose from the officer with a thin plastic cylinder about a decimeter long in one hand. With the other hand, he pointed his .45 at Broward's solar plexus.
"I'm going to blow up the controls and the transmitters," he said. "What did you think?"
Choking, Broward said, "You're not working for the Axis?"
He did not believe Scone was. But, in his astonishment, he could only think of that as a reason for Scone's behavior. Despite his accusation about Scone's intentions, he had not really believed the man meant to do more than insure that the controls did not fall into Axis hands.
Scone said, "Those swine! No! I'm just making sure that the Axes will not be able to use the bonephones if they do seize this office. Besides, I have never liked the idea of being under Russian control. These hellish devices...."