as been cleared.""Approach, eight-five Whiskey."For the first time the radio squelched off. Travers's voice broke in over the drone of the aircraft engines. "The Plexiglas comes off easy. It's just four screws. If we could remove it we could pull out the detonators, they've only got two wires. They can't be booby-trapped."Hartman regained some of his professionalism. "It's no good, Pete. See this back corner? Those micro-switches. Remove the left rear screw and it's all over." Hartman's control again began to slip. "Damn it, let's throw the thing out."The rain began to turn to hail, big marbles smacking against the airplane nearly hard enough to mark its lightweight skin. Merrill could pay little attention to the argument going on around her. Too little time had been allowed for the descent to two thousand feet. She brought power back as far as possible and held in left rudder pedal while keeping the aircraft straight with the control yoke. The approach to the airport needed to be made at a constant speed. There was far too much to do now to worry about such trivial matters as a bomb in the back seat. "I say we chuck the sucker out the door, right now!" insisted Hartman, wishing dearly that he was anywhere else. He pushed the case off his lap and onto the empty seat beside him."I told you Don, forget it. That thing could fall on a busy street or something, just forget it," shouted Merrill."Well if the damn thing goes off, we'll be dropping some crap on the city, won't we, this airplane for one thing.""Let me have a closer look at it," urged Travers. He took the tiny light from Hartman, unstrapped his seat belt, and squirmed back over the seat to get his face as close as possible. With cautious hope he began to study the design."Eight-five Whiskey, Nemo approach. Descend to two thousand, heading zero-four-five degrees, cleared to the localizer for immediate approach to runway three-six. Say souls on board.""Nemo approach, eight-five Whiskey, understand to two thousand, heading zero-four-five degrees, cleared for the ILS to three-six. There are three souls on board, sir.""Eight-five Whiskey, be advised authorities have been notified. Support services will be waiting your arrival. This channel has been