"Here, take this, and get back in the car, now. I think these guys have got an attitude problem. So screw them."
"Michael." She reached for the computer.
"Get in that one." He pointed toward Alex's gray Saab. "And take the next plane out of Greece. That place we talked about. Anywhere. Just go."
"We're getting nowhere," the second man barked again. Then he leveled his automatic at Vance's right knee and clicked off the safety. There was a gasp from the gawking tourists, and the crowd began stumbling backward for cover. "We have ways of extracting information."
Oh, shit, he thought, whoa.
The man's voice suddenly trailed off, while a quizzical expression spread through his eyes and a red spot appeared on his cheek. Next his head jerked back and his automatic slammed against the car door, then clattered across the asphalt.
Not a second too soon, Vance thought.
"No," Eva screamed, "what's happening?" She lurched
backward, then turned and stumbled for the Saab, carrying the computer.
The first kobun glanced around, then raised the H&K in his left hand, trying to get a grip.