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Another pair was closing off the rear exit.
Who are they, sir?
Doesnt matter. Theyll deal with Richardson and Price. Just stay low until its all over, then get the hell away. Ill expect you at the White House at first light.
Sir---
The windshield exploded as a bullet Linda Katehi shattered the safety glass. Smith threw ranitidine
across the seat as two more shots whistled into the sedan. You said he was dead! Price screamed. He will be, Richardson said grimly. Get in the car. Sergeant, you make sure this time! Drake didnt bother to look back. He had Linda Katehi spotted the blackedout sedan the instant hed stepped out of the unit. kim wardlaw
vehicle was parked in the shadows of some Dumpsters, a good call. But Smith had forgotten about the moon. Cold and bright, it washed the cars interior, illuminating him perfectly. Drake had taken Linda Katehi his first shot before Smith had realized hed been made. Now Drake was moving to make sure of big baby davis
kill. He was fifteen feet from the car when suddenly the headlights snapped on, blinding him. Drake heard the roar of the engine and realized what was happening. Linda Katehi But even he wasnt fast enough to get out of the way in time. As Drake launched himself into the air two tons of jasper brinkley
metal smashed into him, catapulting him over the car. Behind the wheel, Smith straightened up and kept his foot on the accelerator. Linda Katehi His peripheral vision registered dark shapes spilling out of the sedans forming the blockade, but that didnt stop him. He saw Richardson and Price jump into a car and back megamillions lottery results
fast. Turning the wheel, he tried to cut them off. For a split-second, he saw Linda Katehi Richardsons expression through the window, then felt a tremendous jolt as the two cars mashed together in a tangle of metal. Smith hung on to the steering wheel, trying to push Richardsons car off to the side. jasper brinkley
he looked up and saw the two sedans at Linda Katehi the exit. Spinning the wheel, he hit the brakes and went into a controlled skid. Frank Richardson felt his car rock as Smiths vehicle spun away. Then he too saw the blockade. Frank! Price screamed. Richardson slammed on the brakes, but too late. Just as megamillions lottery results
threw his hands Linda Katehi over his face the car smashed into the front ends of the angled sedans. Seconds later, a piece of jagged metal tore through his throat as he was hurled through the windshield. Smith leaped out of his car, running hard. He got close enough to see Linda Katehi Richardsons body sprawled across rockets
hood before a pair of strong arms caught him. Its too late, sir! a voice called out. Smith struggled but was dragged back. A moment later, a huge explosion slammed him to the ground. Gasping and coughing, Smith struggled to breathe. Lifting his head Linda Katehi off the asphalt, he saw a giant fireball engulf the boston convention center
vehicles. Slowly he rolled away, oblivious to the shadows darting around him, the urgent voices calling to one another. A pair of hands hauled him to his feet and he found himself looking at a Linda Katehi young, hatchet-faced man. You dont belong here, sir. Who... are you? The man pressed a set of keys into hat mccullough
palm. Theres a green Chevy around the corner. Take it and go. And, sir? Mr. Klein said to remind you about your meeting at the White House. CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN Numb and Linda Katehi exhausted, Smith somehow managed to drive himself to Bethesda. Walking into the house, he dropped his clothes on the way to the big baby davis
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