Larry grinned. “Thanks, sir. All in a day’s work. I don’t think we’ll have much trouble with the remnants of this Movement thing. The pitch is to treat them as counterfeiters, not subversives. Try them for that. Their silly explanations of what they were going to do with it, the money, will never be taken seriously.”
He looked down at the small corpse. “Particularly now that their kingpin is gone.”
A new wave of agents, F.B.I. men and prisoners washed into the room and Steve Hackett and Larry were for a moment pushed back into a corner by themselves.
Steve looked at him strangely and said, “Did you really have to shoot him, Woolford?”
Larry brushed it off. “What’s the difference? He was as weird as they come, wasn’t he?”
The End