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The third found the remaining mans heart. Shoot him! The booming words startled Beria. He rose to discover travelers lying on the floor, hiding as best they could under the benches. But at the doors was Kirov, pointing at him, shouting to a young woman who had More Page Boston Convention Center come up on Berias blind side. Lara, va lottery

him! Beria whipped around to face Lara Telegin, who had her gun leveled at him. His peripheral vision caught three more figures racing a toward them. Go! she called out softly. Beria didnt hesitate. He ducked behind the woman and raced for More Page Boston Convention Center the exits. After making sure that Beria was safely away, Telegin braced herself kevin youkilis

the shooters classic stance. As calmly as if she were on the practice range, she shot the remaining members of the undercover team. Then, without pause, she wheeled around to face a disbelieving More Page Boston Convention Center Kirov. It took Smith only a split second to realize that Telegins treachery had frozen the general in her va lottery

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she hung like that, her head lolling to one side. Then her gun clattered to the floor, her knees gave way, More Page Boston Convention Center and she slid down, lifeless as a broken marionette. Smith turned to Kirov, who had propped himself up against a door. He ripped open his jacket, pulled down the sleeve, and grade gov

the bloodied flesh where Telegins bullet had struck his upper arm. Kirov clenched his teeth. Its More Page Boston Convention Center a through-and-through. Ill live. Get over to Yardeni. Telegin--- To hell with her! I just hope that you arent a good shot. I have a lot of questions for her. Smith zigzagged through the cowering crowd, making his way single girl swag

the bodies of Kirovs fallen men. When he reached More Page Boston Convention Center Telegin, one look told him that she would never be answering any more questions. Quickly, he turned to Yardeni and realized that the same was true for him. Militiamen and police were flooding the station. Kirov was on his feet, unsteady and in single girl swag

but strong enough More Page Boston Convention Center to bark out orders. Within minutes, travelers were being herded out of the area. Brushing aside a medic, Kirov went over to Smith and knelt down by the two bodies. The foam around his mouth...? Poison. Kirov stared at Lara Telegins glassy eyes, then reached out and closed the More Page Boston Convention Center lids. Why? Why was kevin youkilis

working with him? Smith shook his head. With Yardeni? Him, too, probably. But I meant Ivan Beria. Then Smith remembered the man in the black overcoat, nowhere to be seen now. Who is he? Kirov winced as the medic firmly sat him down and went More Page Boston Convention Center to work on his wound. Ivan Beria. A Serb freelance operator. kevin youkilis

has a long and bloody history in the Balkans. He hesitated. He was also a KGB favorite. Most recently hes been contracting out his skills to the mafiya and certain Western interests. Smith caught something in More Page Boston Convention Center Kirovs tone. Its personal, isnt it? Two of my best undercover agents in the mafiya were murdered starkville daily news

a particularly brutal fashion, Kirov replied flatly. Berias fingerprints were all over that job. Im going to put an alert--- No, dont touch him! Smith yelled as the medic was More Page Boston Convention Center reaching for Yardenis.

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