Staring at the paper windows, Fontecchio seriously debated firing a round in to warn the minister, but without knowing where his ward was, he might kill the man. And the walls were so thin as to offer scant protection from his weapon. Drek, frag and fragging drek! he raged silently. What had he washed with this morning? Couldn’t remember. Damn, no other choice. And without further hesitation, he dove into the lake.