Micah's eyes bulged and he let loose a string of obscenities. Eyes on her feet, Katelina hobbled across the litter strewn floor and stopped next to the explosives. She glanced from them to Traven. The small silver remote was still in his hand.
Her hesitation was on her face and Verchiel reassured her, "Each one operates on a different megahertz and has its own remote. He can't set any more of them off with that."
She hefted the belt and Verchiel turned to where Jorge lay. In broken Spanish, he gave him directions to come with them. At first the Guatemalan ignored him but, when Verchiel repeated it, Jorge stood. He waved his hands and spouted a long flow of tangled Spanish, no doubt begging for his life and insisting his innocence.
Verchiel silenced him with a few words and ordered every
