The chopper lifted silently. A little baggage cart scurried past them in the darkness. Someone had crudely wired a pair of push brooms to the cart’s front. Laura and David shuffled carefully toward the lights of the terminal. It was only thirty yards away. Surely somebody had swept it for mines already.... They eased their way around a mauve sports car. Two fat men, wearing elaborate video makeup, were asleep or drunk in the car’s plush bucket seats.