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The tracker stopped moving soon after, to Napoleon's relief, and even on foot he managed to catch up within twenty minutes. With any luck THRUSH still hadn't figured out that Kuryakin wasn't Hurwicz. If that was the case, they'd be keeping him alive and – relatively – unharmed.
Apparently THRUSH was hiding out in a small amusement arcade. Hmmm. He looked at the people spilling in and out of the wide open entrance way. Families with their children, young couples...a man on his own, dressed like he was, would stick out like the proverbial sore thumb. And the guy on the door was looking at each person going in – casually, maybe, but Napoleon knew a THRUSH guard when he saw one. There wasn't much chance of him sneaking in without being noticed.
Keeping his distance on the other side of the street, he pulled out his communicator and called Randolph. “Are you back yet?”
“No, not quite,” Randolph said, sounding distracted. “The traffic is a nightmare this time of day.”
He was alert immediately. “Not normally. Look around, does it seem as though anyone is following you?”
“No.” The answer came too quickly, followed by an awkward pause. “I....we ran into some roadworks. The ones that Kuryakin told us about, I guess.”
Ah. He carefully refrained from making any comment. “Alright. Do you think you're going to make it back okay?”
“Trust me,” Randolph said with a sigh.
He smiled. “Just being careful.”
“Right.” He could picture the head shake. “Well, just make sure you're careful with THRUSH.”
He had every intention of it.
