"Better not try it," she warned, and the smile did not leave her lips. He looked down at her hand. Her own weapon was trained with equal sureness upon him.
Instinctively, then, he knew that all the stories about the fabulous quick draw of the Firebird were true. If he so much as thought of killing her, her finger would squeeze the trigger of her flame lance a thousand times quicker than his.
He pocketed the weapon slowly and smiled at her.
"How do we get out?" he said. "Is the passage blocked?"
"Completely," Firebird said. "Or else the gentlemen who were so anxious to meet you here would have arrived by now."
"You planted the explosive?"
"Yes. I wanted our interview in private, not amidst a battle."
"How do you know there is any other way out?"
"Your father and I built it long ago."
Nathan remained silent. Was it only some purposeful fiction, or had his father actually been partners with Firebird?