Rafe grasped it by the throat with one hand. The other, he clasped firmly around the combustion chamber. "Watch! Now watch!"
He gave the bulbous, rubbery chamber a hard squeeze—
"SQUAWK!" went the horn.
"Rafe!" Lenny shouted. "Wake up! WAKE UP!"
Rafe blinked as the situation clarified. "What? Just A Second. Lenny. Just...."
"... A second."
Raphael Poe blinked his eyes open. The moon was shining through the dirty windows of the dingy little room that was all he could call home—for a while, at least. Outside the window were the gray streets of Moscow.
His brother's thoughts resounded in his fully awake brain. Rafe! You awake?
Sure. Sure. What is it?