"Your mother. You're the only one missing here!"Zundapp thought irritably, trying to find the gun, which, according to his memory, should be in his pants pocket.

Zundapp did not respond to his greeting, he only cast a contemptuous glance at Mcmissle for a second, trying to hide his excitement at the lack of a pistol at hand. Where could he be? All the pockets were checked, but unfortunately, there were no weapons there.

"You won't be able to shoot him. Hit him? But with what? In terms of physical strength, he is clearly superior to me. And it's useless to fight with him. All that remains is to run! The ship is very close. But this damn spy is not far from me either! He'll catch up. Sheiße! And how did I manage to find myself in such an idiotic situation!" thought Zundapp, nervously and irritably tapping his finger on the steering wheel.

When he saw his gun in the agent's hands, he raised an eyebrow in amazement and then frowned.

For God's sake, when did you manage to steal my gun?