Chandler sat bolt upright on the cot. He was dripping with perspiration. The drill! Something was wrong at the drill.
He ran down the hall to Marta's room and rapped on the door.
"Who is it?" Marta's voice called out.
"Paul."
There was a pause. Then the door opened, revealing Marta fastening a negligee.
"Did I oversleep?" she asked, yawning.
"Have you seen Kotenko?"
"No, but I heard him talking to someone in the hall just after you left. It sounded like that reporter."
"Did Kotenko go into his room?"
"I don't know."