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Discovery, signing off.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
The helicopter ferrying Jon Smith from Camp David landed in the cargo transport area of Andrews Air Force Base. Smith hopped out and trotted across the tarmac to the white panel truck parked next to a sleek executive jet.
Hello, Jon, Major-General More Page Buster Douglas Kirov said, watching the corpsmen pull leeann tweeden
stretcher out of the truck. Did everything go as planned? Smith asked. It did, Kirov replied. These men ---he indicated the corpsmen--- arrived at your house exactly on schedule. They were very quick, very efficient. Smith glanced at Ivan Beria, a blanket More Page Buster Douglas tucked up to his chin, as he was wheeled by. Is he all davis vision
tranquilizers worked perfectly, Kirov replied. Smith nodded. As the stretcher disappeared into the jet, Kirov turned to Smith. I am grateful to you--- and to Mr. Klein--- for allowing me to help. I only wish More Page Buster Douglas I could do more. Smith shook the Russians hand. Ill stay in touch, General. I think we got everything royce gracie
could out of Beria, but if he says anything interesting... Youll be the first to know, Kirov assured him. Good-bye, Jon Smith. I hope that we will meet More Page Buster Douglas again, under more pleasant circumstances. Smith waited until Kirov was onboard and the hatch was closed. By the time the jet was racing down the bart whitaker
he was in his car, being waved through perimeter security. As he headed for the highway, his thoughts drifted from what More Page Buster Douglas had been accomplished to what was still left to do. In Moscow it was the middle of the night, but the lights were still burning in the offices of the Bay royce gracie
Corporation. In the conference room, Randi Russell was working on her fourth cup of coffee, watching More Page Buster Douglas Sasha Rublev as he worked to ferret out the secrets of the laptop Jon Smith had delivered. Surrounded by hardware wired into the laptop, Sasha had been at his keyboard for over seven hours, downing the kelis
Coke to maintain his energy level. Three times Randi More Page Buster Douglas had suggested they quit for the night, but each time Sasha simply waved her words away. Im close, he would mumble. Just a few more minutes. By now Randi had decided that Sasha did not measure time like mere mortals. She drained her coffee, stared michael keaton broken foot
the dregs, and More Page Buster Douglas then said: Okay, thats it. And this time I mean it. Sasha held up one hand, kept typing with the other. Wait for it... He jabbed a key triumphantly and slumped in his chair. Look, he said proudly. Randi couldnt believe her eyes. The big monitor, which had More Page Buster Douglas been filled with nothin.
