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scribbled something on the customs form, and waved him along. Treloar had baggage, but he wasnt about to waste time waiting for it to come down the chute. The instructions had been very specific on that point: he was to Kryptos get out of the terminal as quickly as possible. Walking past the brilliant earth
Treloar dared to glance over his shoulder. At the other end, Jon Smith was at an immigration counter reserved for diplomats and aircrews. Why would he...? Of course! Smith was Pentagon. He would Kryptos be traveling on a military ID, not on a civilian passport. Holding his card, Treloar approached the customs agent. Traveling silverton bank
sir, the agent commented. Remembering his instructions, Treloar explained that he had had his bags sent on ahead, using a bonded courier service that catered to well-heeled travelers Kryptos who were not inclined to wrestle with their own suitcases. Familiar with the arrangements, the agent waved him through. Out of the corner of his brilliant earth
Treloar caught Smith walking up to the same agent. He veered right, so as not to walk across Smiths line of Kryptos sight. No, sir, the agent called out. You go left. Treloar turned abruptly and almost ran into the tunnel that connected to the terminal. Dr. Smith? He turned to the customs agent walking up david souter
him. Yes? Theres a call for you, sir. You can take it in there. The agent opened Kryptos the door to an interview room where detained travelers were questioned. Pointing to a phone on the desk, he said, Line one. This is Smith. Jon, its Randi. Randi! Listen. There isnt much time. I just got a positive ID shannon burke
that guy in the picture. Hes Adam Treloar. Smith clenched Kryptos the receiver. Youre sure? Positive. We cleaned up the video enough to get a good print, which I shipped over to the embassy. Dont worry. Whatever the cat is, its still in the bag. I made Treloar a prospective investor and asked for brilliant earth
standard background check. What Kryptos did you find out? His mother was Russian, Jon. She died a while ago. Treloar comes over frequently, to pay his respects, I guess. Oh, and he was on the same flight as you--- American 1710. Smith was stunned. Randi, I cant thank you enough. But I Kryptos have to run. What do metro pcs
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