Fathom Page #2

You?! see what I mean.

- Major Jo-May Soon.

- "Major"?

That was the rank she held

in the Mongolian K.G.B.

Tasty fortune cookie, that one.

Enter the boss, Peter Merriwether.

Closely attended

by underlings, the Trivers family.

Mr. Tis the boss's

second in command.

Whoops.

Not having bullet-proof trousers on...

exit hastily, yours truly.

Only one reason for them being

in this area... the Fire Dragon.

The infernal thing's known to be

their number one objective.

- You think they have it?

- Not yet,

or they'd be halfway

across the world by now.

But they're on its trail.

We're quite certain the Fire Dragon's

been found by some person unknown.

And Merriwether fully intends

to get it from him.

- Problem:
Who's that person?

- Milk?

- Phase.

- The problem we tried to solve...

by dropping a wee radio

transmitting bug from that helicopter.

Unfortunately,

the device malfunctioned,

and that, lassie,

is where you come in.

- Don't tell me. I can see it perfectly.

- Do you 7

I was sitting there thinking

while you were showing me those movies.

"Why me?" I said to myself.

"Why Fathom Harvill?

"Couldn't be 'cause

she's fun at a party.

"Couldn't be 'cause someone

needs their teeth cleaned.

"Has to be some special knack.

Has to be her skydiving."

- Right? - Obviously. Plus

the fact that you're a girl.

And a very pretty one too,

if I may say so.

Gets nicer and nicer. I skydive into

a pad full of mad Mongolian butchers...

and seduce the boss

into telling all.

- My dear lassie, you don't have to do

a thing. - Just land there, that's all.

A bonnie girl skydiver swept helplessly

off course by treacherous winds.

The secret will be

under your hat, you see.

A skydiver's helmet

with a slight modification...

- a small radio transmitter.

- A bee in your bonnet.

A bee to sting life into

the wee bug we dropped on the roof.

It needs the stimulation of another radio

signal very close and very powerful.

Your mere entry into the villa

will do the trick.

Why don't you send

for your own paratroopers?

The nearest parachute battalion's

in Aden, a day away.

We can't risk the time.

But I've spent all year cooped up

in an office staring at molars.

I've been looking forward

to this trip.

And the team leaves

for Perpignan this evening.

And you'll be with them tomorrow...

with first class transportation

and our grateful thanks.

How long does one jump take?

Good luck, love.

The radio-The bee in your bonnet,

start it operating.

Act perfectly natural.

Tell them you've turned an ankle.

They won't hurt you, love.

The last thing they want

is to give themselves away.

See the beauty of it?

Good luck, Fathom Harvill.

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