"We are going to stop it. Tomorrow morning, just before the test flight. It must be done."
"Good luck."
"Mr. Vance, you are with American intelligence. We are only engineers. We know nothing about the kind of things necessary to—"
"Do you have any weapons?"
"Nothing. The guards here are all from the corporation." He lowered his voice. "Frankly, most of them look like criminals."
"They are." Vance laughed in spite of himself.
"I don't understand."
"I know you don't understand. If you did . . . but that's beside the point."
"Then will you help us?" His wrinkled face was fixed in determination. "Do you know anything about explosives?"
"Enough. But are you really sure that's the way you want to go?" He paused. "There's a lot that can go wrong in a big facility like this without anybody knowing what caused it."