“No tricks.” Sherikov nodded resignedly. “Thomas Cole is by himself. In a wing lab off the main rooms.”
“Cole?”
“The variable man. That’s his name.” The Pole turned his massive head a little. “He has a name.”
Reinhart waved his gun. “Hurry up. I don’t want anything to go wrong. This is the part I came for.”
“You must remember something, Commissioner.”
“What is it?”
Sherikov stopped walking. “Commissioner, nothing must happen to the globe. The control turret. Everything depends on it, the war, our whole—”
“I know. Nothing will happen to the damn thing. Let’s go.”
“If it should get damaged—”
“I’m not after the globe. I’m interested only in—in Thomas Cole.”