Lion, Tiger, Bear | 349 must have hid in here during the evacuation. This it? Geer replied: Yes. But its… Bernie lacked the door open with his good leg. .. .already open. Alice put her weapon dead on target. EUo, gents. Guten tag, said one of the twin brothers calmly, both over seven feet tall in matching grey suits with short white haircuts, black ties, matching waistcoats, Nazi Party pins on their lapels, and Luftwaffe sunglasses hiding their eyes. Sitting on a stuffed Victorian-era, whorehouse-red banquette, their pale white complexions gave them a theatrical look; they played cards and smoked foul-smelling Russian cigarettes. Gin, said the other twin. You owe me ten marks. You cheated again, said his brother, sucking a strong one and exhaling a fetid cloud. Alice looked to Bernie, completely bewildered. Bernie clicked the intercom. Ernst, can you.. .come down the hall please? X On my way. One of the twins pointed, lowering his glasses to reveal his reddened pale blue eyes. O-o-o-oh, Ive never actually met a black man before. Ein Afrikaner, jai And hes so-o-o-o handsome, said his brother, who then switched to Alice. Ah! An Aryan beauty to rival Ate, goddess of mischief and folly. He bored into her mind with a psychic drill. Alice gasped, her mind probed with a cold clammy hand, her innermost secrets and desires laid bare under the holographic onslaught. She grasped her head, letting the gun fall slack on its leather shoulder strap. Ah-h-h-g-g-n-n. The brother said: Naughty, naughty, fraulein. Oh, I see that your very first taste at the fountain of love you took it up the buttered backside at Wycombe so as not to get pregnant that time with the groundskeepers son in the garden shed, and you never… told…Bea…either, because she liked him too. So-o-o declasse. And now you secretly crave dear old Klemp, our mountaineering hero all tied up and ready for your sadistic pleasure. You shoot well at long distance, an Annie Oakley. Most exciting. Theyre psychic brigandstypical. Regaining composure, she ran her barrel along his sleeve. Nice check suits chaps, whos your tailor?Then stuck her barrel into a chalky, buff cheek. The other brother said in perfect upper-class English: Huntsman, Savile Row dont you know. Just like Beas dear old.. .Poppy.The brothers then looked at one another