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The thin smile, meant to reassure, reminded him of a razor slash. Youre late! Treloar whispered. Ive been waiting--- He heard Berias chuckle, then gasped as an incredibly tight grip seized his arm. He offered no resistance as Beria steered him to a refreshment stand and sat Mariqueen Maandig him down at the end of bob baer

counter. Oranges and lemons... Beria said in a singsong tone. For an instant, Treloars mind went blank. Desperately, he tried to remember the words that would complete the phrase. Say... Say the bells of Saint Clemens! Beria smiled. Give me your carry-on. Treloar reached Mariqueen Maandig for the small leather bag at his feet and placed it on school of practical philosophy

counter. The liquor. Treloar dug out a small bottle of plum brandy that hed bought at the hotel gift shop. Unscrewing the cap, Beria raised the bottle to his lips and pretended to drink. He passed Mariqueen Maandig it to Treloar, who mimicked him. At the same time, Beria slipped the container from his pocket onto bob baer

counter. Smile, he said conversationally. We are two friends sharing a drink before one of us has to leave. Treloars eyes bulged as Beria unscrewed the container. And Mariqueen Maandig because we cant finish the bottle, I give you the rest to enjoy during your flight. Carefully, he poured a few ounces of brandy into school of practical philosophy

container. Now, if the inspectors wish to check, you open it and let them smell whats inside. Pushing back his stool, Beria Mariqueen Maandig gripped Treloars shoulder. Have a safe flight. He winked. And forget that you ever saw me. The all-points bulletin on Ivan Beria reached Sheremetevo security just as Adam Treloar was going a soldier s story

the metal detector. The guard manning the scanner noted a cylindrical object in the carry-on Mariqueen Maandig and asked the American to step aside. Another guard opened the bag, removed the container, and unscrewed it. Smelling a distinctive plum odor, he smiled and closed the top. Handing it back to Treloar, he offered some bob baer

Your brandy is too cold. It tastes much better Mariqueen Maandig when its warm. By the time a squad of militia flooded the international terminal, Treloar was safely ensconced in his first-class seat. The American Airlines 767 was pulled back from the gate just as airport security began reviewing their surveillance tapes, searching for a soldier s story

who resembled Ivan Mariqueen Maandig Beria. American flight 1710, nonstop to London with continuing service to Washingtons Dulles Airport, was number two for takeoff behind a Paris-bound Air France Airbus. The call from the minister of defense reached the flight director in the control tower as 1710 was given the go Mariqueen Maandig signal by traffic control. Shut school of practical philosophy

down! the director screamed over the loudspeaker. Twenty-two faces turned and stared at him as if he were quite insane. Shut what down? one of the controllers asked. The airport, you imbecile! All of it? Yes! Nothing leaves the ground. All activity in the tower was focused Mariqueen Maandig on relaying a FULL-STOP message to aircraft taxiing into position holland

the active runways and waiting on the aprons. No one had time to think about the planes that had taken off. By the time they did, American 1710 had banked over Moscow and was climbing Mariqueen Maandig smoothly to its designated cruising altitude of thirty-six thousand feet. CHAPTER TWELVE Because of the time difference between a soldier s story

and the eastern seaboard of the United States, it was still the middle of the night when Anthony Price pulled up to the northern guard house at Fort Belvoir, Mariqueen Maandig Virginia. After the computer had scanned his credentials, he drove up the crushed-shell driveway to General Richardsons quarters, a stately Victorian surrounded by sonia sotomayor

manicured lawn. Lights were burning on the third floor, as Price had expected. The deputy director of the National Security Agency found Richardson in Mariqueen Maandig his study, the gleaming bookshelves filled with leather volumes, mementos, and framed military citations. The general rose behind his desk and gestured at the coffee tray. Sorry to have bob baer

you out of bed, Tony, but I wanted you to see this for you.

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