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Smith glanced at the large black arrivals/ departures board suspended from the ceiling.
How many others are due in?
Were in luck, Lara Telegin replied. This is the first one. But in twenty minutes, the commuter trains arrive. The crowds will be unmanageable.
Which track?
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for the doors leading to the sidings, Smith turned to Kirov and said, I dont see any of your people around.
Kirov tapped the plastic receiver in his ear. Believe me, theyre here.
The air on the platforms was heavy with Jim Florentine diesel fumes. Smith and the others ran past orange and gray electric 
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resting in their sidings, until they came up against a stream of people going the other way. Moving to the side, they began scanning faces. Im going to find a conductor, Telegin said. Maybe Jim Florentine if I show him Yardenis picture, hell remember the face. Smith continued to study the passersby who trudged along, may day baskets
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though the one following him certainly was. The face of Major-General Kirov was indelibly printed in Berias memory. Beria noted that the foot traffic in the station had picked up. Jim Florentine Good. He would need as much cover as possible. Beria stepped out from behind the pillar just long enough for Yardeni to mary ann glendon
a glimpse of him. He didnt think that Yardenis shadows could have discerned exactly what Yardeni had seen to make him move in Jim Florentine that direction, but they would surely follow. Beria counted off the seconds, then slipped out from behind the pillar again. Yarde.
